#steve abnesti x you

[cockslutpadalecki]

O-B-D-X

Summary: Obediex. Steve’s triumph. His key to complete control over the residents at Spiderhead— over you.

Pairing: Steve Abnesti x F!Reader.

Words: 1.6K.

Warnings: dub-con (ish), consensual drugging, light dom/sub themes, explicit sexual content, female masturbation, female orgasms, mentions of oral sex, chair riding?, 18+.

A/N: Haven’t written for Mr. Hemsworth in a while… and Steve Abnesti (or should I call him Abnasti?!) has so much potential. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to Stacey (PM666) for all your help on this and for allowing me to use your words. This story is as much mine as it is yours. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

The observation room looks huge from your new vantage point. But even now, from this side of the glass, you can’t seem to shake the oppressive sensation. It doesn’t matter what morally corrupt task you’re made to complete, the claustrophobia always manages to cling to you like a bad smell long after you leave. The feeling of the walls closing in follows you for hours after, even as Steve’s words of praise echo in your ear. 

You think of the last time you sat in the mustard yellow chair, the leather sticky and hot against your back as Steve spread your legs, tongue delving—

Steve places down the device that controls your MobiPak beside you, pulling you sharply from your daydream. 

“Drip on?” His voice is so deep, so rough like gravel, it makes your thighs quake.

You don’t miss a beat, responding to him with a firm, “Acknowledge.” 

You hear Steve chuckle behind you at the solitary word, and pride swells inside your chest, eyes transfixed on the way his thick fingers lightly dance across the screen of the handheld device, dialling up the B-6 that’s about to enter your bloodstream. 

B-6. Obediex. Steve’s triumph. His key to complete control over the residents at Spiderhead— over you.

There’s an ephemeral moment where you pause, your heart thudding in anticipation, and then the effect is almost immediate. A sense of calm washes over you as you wait patiently for his instruction. 

“Bend over and show me your cunt.” 

You do as he asks without a breadth of hesitation, flipping up the flimsy material of your skirt before settling your elbows against the workstation. The position forces your ass into the air, revealing your naked pussy— being accessible to him at all times is no longer optional but a requirement. The room is silent save for the light sound of wheels on laminate coming from Steve’s chair as he scoots up behind you. You can sense him getting close, closer— 

Sudden pressure begins to gather along the seam of your folds, using the tips of his fingers to breach your slick heat. He teases and pleases you, working you open until you’re dripping wetness down your thighs. When he curls his fingers upwards, reaching for the spot that makes you see the light, your mouth falls open in a silent gasp.

“How does it feel?” Steve eventually asks with curiosity, allowing his fingers to retreat before he’s pushing them back inside you again. 

Your back arches in delight, telling him with a quivering voice, “I, um, feels good?”

He clicks his tongue. “Use your words.” 

The order piques your interest. You know exactly how it feels— how your stomach twists and knots with heat, but somehow your tongue can’t form around the words to express it. 

“It… so goo—”

“Drip on?” he cuts you off and the sharpness in his tone makes a lump form in your throat. 

“Ack-Acknow-le-ledge.” It rolls off your tongue in stages, unable to focus when Steve’s thumb brushes your clit and your thighs begin to shake.

His hand appears beside you and swipes quickly across the device’s screen. Your eyes briefly focus on B-15, the word Verbaluce below it slightly blurred as the fire between your legs intensifies. 

Verbaluce. A way to loosen your tongue. The perfect accessory to allow you the vocabulary to truly articulate how you feel about the man sitting behind you, fucking your cunt with his magnificent fingers. It gives you the tools to tell him what you want him to do to you without the usual rush of shy embarrassment that follows. 

Tears fog up your vision as Steve’s hand moves once again, spinning the dial up and up and up until words start to tumble out of your mouth like word vomit. 

The sentences start off expressive and eloquent— poetic even— until the bliss building in the pit of your core causes the words to morph and descend into nothing but garbled noises interspersed with the odd expletive, and pathetic begging as you plead with Steve not to stop. 

His fingers curl and push, pull and crook— perfectly mastered to draw as much pleasure from you as possible. It happens when you spend so much time being his favorite test subject. He learns every minuscule detail, so finely tuned to the melody your body sings when he touches it.

The skin across your knuckles stretches as your fingers tightly grip the edge of the workstation, close to finding your peak. You push back against Steve’s hand, desperately seeking out more friction but whining when he withdraws it. 

It always vexes you when he does that. You can feel the chagrin bubbling away in your chest, can taste the frustration you want to spit his way, but you know with the dosage of B-6 he’s given you, you remain subservient. 

“How does it feel?” he asks and his smug smile reflects back in the darkness of the computer monitor in front of you.

The verbaluce heavy in your veins won't allow you to bite your tongue. "I hate it when you do that," you whine.

"How does it feel?”

“Empty, cold. I need you. Please.” 

He ignores your protest, instead choosing to ask, “Remember the first time I fucked you?” 

“Yes,” you reply, letting out a deep moan as Steve’s fingers slip back inside you, the pressure of his knuckles heavy on your clit.

You remember it like it was an hour ago. Eyes flickering once again towards the chair sitting in the observation room, the inanimate object reminds you of all the ways Steve has used it as a tool to tear you apart— mentally and physically. 

“Then tell me.”

The instruction is clear, buzzing around your head as your cotton covered cunt rolls and slides over the yellow leather. 

“Slow down,” he demands, and you have no control over whether to follow his orders or not— the B-6 coursing through your veins easily removing all semblance of freewill. 

When he’s satisfied with your rhythm, he slots himself behind you, his hard chest pressed to your back and bends you forwards. He slowly starts to mimic your movements as he slides your skirt up over your ass. 

“Can I?” he asks, his authority still present despite the desperate need for permission. 

“Yes,” you choke. His hand curls around your waist, and smooths down between the apex of your thighs, plucking the edge of your panties to one side. Steve expertly finds your clit in seconds, rubbing the sensitive bead with the perfect amount of pressure. “Oh fuck,” you add with a whine.

He doesn’t need to tell you to refrain from coming until he tells you to— you just know that’s what he wants. 

Steve continues to stroke your clit— up, down, side to side— until he finds the right combination that has you pushing your bare pussy against his palm. You feel him fumble briefly behind you, your ass brushing his free hand when you grind down against the arm of the chair. Two more rolls of your hips and you feel it— his hot wet cock nudging the curves of your ass.

“Ack-nowledge,” you stutter out. 

He laughs. “What am I supposed to be giving you, pretty girl?” His voice rumbles deeply into the crevice of your neck. 

“Pl-please. Fuck me.” 

Steve growls into your skin, pressing his palm to your clit as he cups your cunt, and it’s enough to break your concentration. You come without warning, the wetness of your ecstasy splashing onto the leather below you.

He steals your apology as he unexpectedly enters you, hitting home in one hard thrust. “What a waste,” he tuts, but there is a hint of humor in his tone, “I could’ve had that all over my face.” 

“What else do you remember?” His question brings you back to the present, and it’s in the tone that you're never quite sure is part of the experiment or simply for his own benefit.

He twists his fingers, slipping in a third and you yelp, shamelessly grinding back on his hand. You can feel your release teasingly just out of reach, but the more Steve pumps his fingers in and out of you, the closer it gets and you ache to grab it with both hands.

“You made me lick the arm clean when I didn’t use my words,” you tell him breathlessly, the distinct taste of yourself mixed with leather suddenly heavy on your tongue. He scoffs behind you, like he’s amused by the memory. 

“And I’ll make you lick your mess off the floor if you don’t again,” Steve chastises lightly. “Now, drip on?” It’s just a formality that he asks— he knows you won’t deny him. He’s got you programmed perfectly to obey his every whim without protest.

“Oh fuck, ack-know-ledge,” you repeat once more. 

It’s Luvactin’s turn now. N-40. The drug that used to once mimic the emotions that you now feel steady in your veins, even after it’s long worn off. Now it just heightens everything to the point where you think you might shatter under the intense weight of it.

Steve gently taps your ass to encourage you to look at him and the rush of endorphins is almost instantaneous. 

You’ve never seen a man so beautiful in your entire life. Hot tears start to form and the overwhelming urge to tell him you love him sits on your lips. Your heart seizes beneath your rib cage, heavy with the weight of your infatuation. The unwavering notion that you’ll probably kill yourself if he ever leaves you pinches at your thoughts, amid steady pulses of pure fervour. 

“Tell me what you want,” he says calmly.

Your head is a blur, a thousand neurons firing as you try to comprehend his question when the words suddenly appear inside your head as if somebody shined a light on them. 

“I want you to fuck me,” you demand and his sapphire stare lights up, clearly thrilled he’s getting the response he wants. “Fuck me ‘til I can’t walk, and you have to carry me back to my room.”

***

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[boxofbonesfic]

Friends, readers, mutuals, I bid thee welcome. (Also if you’re new here, hi!) I am so excited to share my kinktober work with you all, and I hope you’ll take the time out to enjoy the spread I’ve laid out for you! I will be publishing two fics per week for the month of October, all with different kinky themes! Without further ado, here is the masterlist, links will be added as fics are posted! Please be mindful of the warnings, and enjoy!

divider is by @1-800-shedevil

1. 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 - (Teratophilia) Orc!Bucky x Sacrifice!Reader

You draw the devil’s coin in the village lottery, you will buy another season of peace for your people—but you don’t want peace. 

2. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 - (Body Horror) Eldritch!Ransom x Human!Reader

The evil that waits at the heart of Drysdale manor defies explanation—and comprehension.

3. 𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 - (Sensory Deprivation) Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Breaking in his spirited new wife is going to require some rather unconventional methods.

4. 𝐼𝓃 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 - (Overstimulation) Cult Leader!Steve Rogers x Reader

Sharing your body is a small price to pay for enlightenment—at least, Father Rogers thinks.

5. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇-𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 - (Temperature Play) Ghost!Pietro Maximoff x Reader

As you grieve his loss, your lover returns for one final farewell.

6. 𝒟𝓇. 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁-𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 - (Bondage) Steve Abnesti x Reader

You can’t forget him, your lover, your friend, your captor. And you’re going to make sure he can’t forget you either.

7. 𝑅𝑒𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹 - (Mind Break) Doctor!Curtis Everett x Patient!Reader

After months of grueling, dedicated work, your doctor finally makes a breakthrough.

8. 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎, 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝓁𝓎, 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎 - (Housewife Kink) Thor Odinson x Reader

After losing your job, your new boyfriend insists on you moving in with him to save money.

9. 𝐵𝑒 𝐹𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 ✨Mystery bonus story! This story will be revealed after all the others have been posted. Keep your eyes peeled! ❤️✨

[justjams2003]

Hey, so I came up with another spicey Steve Abnesti x male reader request😉 it's not a prequal or sequal to the other one. It's a complete new one.

The reader is the same cute 'n tiny one.Also this time kinda innocent. The story is kind of like this- Steve gives both reader and Jeff N-40 to have sex and be really intimate. The reader being cute, Jeff doesn't protest to ackonowledge leading upto steve being really aroused hearing reader's moans and lustful whimpers. So, later he haves his way with the reader. Size difference, age difference, oral sex(steve recieving), body worship(steve recieving) and lots of hot steamy sex🔥

Hello, thank you for writing your request. Sorry it took so long, (Medical issues, again). Also sorry if it is a bit short, I don’t have much of an excuse for it. I kinda feel like writing the body worship in a separate one-shot but that will be much later. Anyways, I do hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Steve Abnesti x male!reader

Warnings: Public sex (Readerx Jeff); size difference, degrading, praising, cock sucking, age difference, innocence reader (tell me if I miss any)

Summary: Steve corrupts an innocent reader.

Word count: 1,6k

Unedited

Steve wants to try something new. I-16 work just fine with Jeff, Heather and the other volunteers. Though that is all fine and dandy, but Steve wants to see just how far this drug can go. How much it can affect a person.

He concluded to go easy on Jeff. Start off slow with someone a little more feminine than the other prisoners he has. The only boy there smaller than Jeff. Make him feel better about it. Seeing you, so unexpecting.

"Hey, Jeff, how you feeling?" Steve asks, bending down to press the button of the speaker. Jeff smiles looking up, "All right and you?" Of course, Jeff doesn't really care. He's just saying what he has to to keep his privileges.

"Working hard," Steve answers, giving his usual deceiving smile. Even if the curly-haired man can't see him. Then the door slowly opens and your curls pop into his view. SteHe can't help but let a smile spread. There is just something about those doe eyes that makes him warm in many places.

"Y/N, hello-" it takes everything in him not to call you by something like 'my dear' or 'little one.' "-ready for the day?" The cutest gleaming smile graces those pearly whites of yours. You nod, "Always am," you're so cute to him. Always so positive.

Steve pauses for a moment. Just to take in your smile. It's truly like nothing else for him. Mark gives a little scoff and Steve snaps him a vicious gaze. "Alright, Y/N, how would you rate Jeff here?" He already doesn't like asking you these questions.

Though, the thought of hearing those sweet noises keeps him going. He watches you swift lightly. Looking at the boy actually in front of you. "He's a very nice guy, he's given me extra snacks before. So a ten," you think back.

Steve shakes his head, so naive, though his cock twitches just thinking of breaking that innocence. "No, my dear Y/N, how attractive do you think he is?" He smirks, watching as your brows furrow in the cutest little frown.

"Attractive?" You repeat the question, takes a moment, and then answer. "He isn't really my type, um, 7." You smile at him, trying to ease your words. Steve can't help but wonder, what is your type? "Alright and you, Jeff?"

Jeff has answered this before, though that is with people that fits his sexuality. Not that you’re not attractive. There is just something about your presence that makes him feel you’re warm. You’re kind and in no other better word to describe it, cute.

“I’d say the same, 7,” Although what you two mean in type is variously different. You meant you like bigger, stronger men, with blue eyes and dashing blond hair. He meant well, women.  Steve immediately disagrees with Jeff’s rating. He’d say you’re so much more than a 10.

There isn’t much he can do about that, however. “Alright, Y/N, acknowledge for I-16?" He asks, starting with you. Almost instantly you nod. “Acknowledge,” you trust Steve, he’s always kind to you. Even if you rarely talk outside of this white box you’re currently in.

Jeff snaps his head up to the mirror. Knowing Steve is right behind that icy pane. It's not like it would be all that bad. He can try it at least once? It wouldn't hurt? You are quite attractive to him, not exactly his type, being a man and whatnot.

“Jeff?” The before-mentioned boy gulps then gives a nod, “Yeah, acknowledge.” It’s oh so very hard for Steve to hide his grin. “Excellent,” Steve mutters to himself. Showing to Mark to up the drug. A whir is heard by the both of you.

It takes a moment, but the blonde can see you squirming. He’s watched you on game nights or just hanging about. You’re shy about it. Entirely uncertain and unknowing about a lot of things. If there would to be an innuendo or joke made you most likely don’t understand it. Or he’d see you blush wildly.

Quickly though, you and Jeff are unable to keep your hands off each other. Dear God, the noises you make are so delightful to him. His pants grow tight and he’s dearly regretting his choice of pants. It’s wild to him, how someone so innocent and make such sinful noises and faces.

It’s exactly as how he dreamed it to be. Even better and now he plans on corrupting you himself. The thought of that tight asshole around his hard cock right now. The need to do it grows just as much as him. He watches every moment as close as possible.

Though once this session between them is over, he quickly plans for his next moves.

It wasn’t hard to get you in his room. You were practically jumping at the opportunity to be close to him. This morning with Jeff made you tired, though afterwards you were more annoyed than anything else. Why did it have to be Jeff? He’s nice but he doesn’t make you feel that same fuzzy feeling as Steve does.

“My dear,” you glow at the attention, enjoying the feeling of his nicknames. Not only that but his hand cups your jaw. His thumb tracing your soft jaw. Most boys he saw have these angular strong jaws.But there is just something of these soft round cheeks of his.

He coos at your reactions, pursing his lips together? “Why don’t I put some music on?” Your spirits fall flat, but just for a moment. Hope still lingers in your core, and elsewhere. You watch his broad shoulders as he saunters away. Your ears suddenly ring with the soft tunes of a gentle 80′s tune you don’t know.

When he reaches you again, his attitude is different. He seems to have a different look in his eyes. Much more demanding and lustful. It does things to you. He gently takes you by the shoulders and shoves you onto the bed. It isn’t very hard.

You’re short and not exactly as strong as him. “You’re so small, so fragile, how am I suppose to not fuck your face?” He questions, as if it’s the most basic of questions to be. A fiery red blush splatters over your slightly pale cheeks. “I, uh,” you struggle to finish your sentence. What can you say?

Though he quickly takes a sigh, “Tell me, do you enjoy your time here?” He asks, manipulation is thick in his voice. And in his facial expression. You nod, more than happy to be here. “Of course, I mean, I love it here,” more than ready to show your commitment.

“Oh, but you’re so young, so naive. How can I believe it?” He shrugs, to anyone else it would be easy to tell how manic he’s being. Not to you though, you’re misguided by the attention. “I do, I love it, I do!” You’re eager as ever, never wanting to disappoint him.

He tisks then makes as though he is thinking. “Prove it.” He states, his eyes glaring down at you with calumny and power. His cock grows even harder at the furrow in his brows. “How?” You ask, leaning forward just to get closer to his scent.

He sighs, as if he’s annoyed with your credulity, though it is quite the opposite. He enjoys it. He takes a moment, then reaches down, pulling down his zipper and pants. His massive cock slaps on his stomach and stands proud in front of you.

There must be something wrong with you, because your mouth starts salivating. Steve reaches his big hands down, and curls it into your hair, gripping it. “Open,” he explains, mimic how you should do. You follow suit and as soon as your mouth is open he takes your mouth into action.

You can taste the salty yet very lightly sweet taste of pre-cum in your mouth, not that you know what that is. “Follow you instincts, baby boy,” he encourages you with a light smile. More like a shit-eating grin than anything else. Without realising your tongue begins to swirl around his fat dick.

His grin grows much wider than before. “So good,” he mutters, enjoy watching as you mewl around. Though the speed is much to slow for his liking. He grips onto your hair once more and then shoves down all the way. He can feel you gagging and see the tears form on your eyes.

It is something special to see. The sight of such a little creature taking such a big cock. “Amazing little boy,” his eyes can’t leave yours for a second. Soon enough though your natural instinct takes over. Your head begins bobbing and swirling in a new way.

Now, Steve is unable to control himself. His head throws back and his grip tightens on your hair. Curses fall from his mouth as he enjoys your warm wet mouth. This continues on and before he knows it, his balls grow tighter. “That’s good, swallow baby, like a good little boy.”

It’s such an odd yet welcomed feeling. The cum flooding your mouth in a sticky, salty and sweet flavour. Curses fall from his lips and his grip grows as tight as ever. And when he’s done he pulls from your mouth with a loud pop. Spit and cum leak down your chin.

“Aw, it’s alright baby, I know it’s your first time with someone as big as me,” he coos taking your jaw in his hand again. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’re a quick learner.”

[inklore]

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Not Goodbye, Only Forever by @sapphireplums (eddie munson)

I Look at You and My Blood Runs Hot by @letterstotheflre (eddie munson)

The He-Man Chronicles by @veritable-trash (eddie munson)

Stepbrother!Eddie by @mypoisonedvine (eddie munson)

Flannel and Lace by @ladylannisterxo (eddie munson)

Stars Shine Like Eyes by @aphrogeneias (eddie munson)

Meet Me On the Other Side by @amywritesthings (eddie munson)

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[good4olivia]

love drug

steve abnesti x reader summary: steve finally puts his plan in motion warnings: 18+ please, drug-induced sex, possessiveness

let me know if you would want a part 2!!

**** by clicking keep reading you're acknowledging you understand the warnings***

 His breath hitched when he saw you walk into the testing room, you sat down on the chair closest to you and started twirling your hair. Steve just watched you for few moments, relishing in knowing you can’t see him. It took only a cough from Mark to break him out of his trance. 

“Good morning, Y/N. How are you today?” Steve asked over the intercom. He smiled a little bit as his voice made you jump. 

“I’m okay, how are you?” It was a simple reply that really anyone would say but to Steve, it meant a lot more. You were asking how he was and you said it like you genuinely cared. 

“Another day in paradise, can’t complain.” Steve replied to you, loving the way you smiled at his response. Little did he know, you were keeping your snide comments to yourself. 

“Will Jeff be coming in soon?” Mark asked Steve, reviewing the schedule that stated that you and Jeff were to be tested for N-40 today. 

“No. I told Jeff not to come in today. It’s just going to be Y/N. And we’re testing Vebulance on her.” Steve replied, sick at the idea of what would happen if you and Jeff were put on N-40 together. Though he still had a plan for you and N-40. 

“What? But we already have enough data from that one, I thought you said-“ 

“I said we’re not doing that trial today! Now let’s get started, she’s been waiting long enough.” Steve didn’t leave any more room for questions from Mark before he started turning the dial on Vebulance. He loved hearing you talk, asking you questions about your life before you were arrested, hearing your fears and your hopes. Mark didn’t miss the way Steves eyes darkened and his jaw clenched whenever you had mentioned past boyfriends. 

You were in the middle of a particular rant about one guy when Steve had enough, “Okay Y/N. That’s good for today. Thank you for coming in. “ Mark turned off the Verbulance for your Mobi-Pak and you walked out the door, mouth dry from all the talking. 

— 

Steve couldn’t sleep, his thoughts running wild of you. He kept going over the first day he saw you, your mugshot was paper clipped to your file, he had seen many women in mugshots and you were the most beautiful to him. He knew that despite what you were arrested for you, he was approving you for the program. That’s not to say he wasn’t pleased when he found out you were only arrested for a non-violent crime. 

He had made sure you were on the next group of subjects entered into the program, confusing Mark when he had pushed back people that had been on the waiting list for months. Seeing you in person only made his feelings grow more which he was bit obvious about to say the least. Giving you extra privileges, such as an iPod with no internet but a library of over 1k songs and he let you watch TV in the comfort of your own room. He loved to watch you from the cameras, you would cuddle up with the pillow and watch your favourite show. Steve couldn’t wait until you were cuddling him and not the pillow. 

Steve did what he always did when he couldn’t sleep; work on the drug that would put someone to sleep almost instantly and easy, with his second monitor set to the security camera in your room, where you were sleeping peacefully. His eyes kept drifting to you though, his work slowly getting forgotten. Your ass was poking out of the sheets, your shirt ridden up just enough that Steve could see some under boob. It was making him painfully hard. And impatient. He could only jerk himself off to the thought of you for so long until he exploded. 

— 

Waking up, Steve decided that enough was enough, today was the day he was going to make you his officially.

Mark was cautious of his excited mood, more than usual. “Did you reschedule the N-40 trial?” 

“Yes. Jeff and Heather are booked for that today.” Steve replied. He was curious to see how the drug would work, knowing he was going to be using it on you this evening. When he watched Jeff and Heather have sex, all he could think about was that he was going to have you that way in a matter of hours. 

“How long do you think before we test the residual effects of the drug?” Mark questioned, breaking Steve’s day dream. 

Shit. He hadn’t realised that the drug wouldn’t last forever on you. What should he do? Keep you on that drug forever - it was very intense, you would want to jump his bones 24/7, something he wouldn’t complain about it wasn’t very practical. Whatever, if he had to put it on you every night he would, if he had to adjust the formula based on residual effects, he would. He had waited long enough, tonight he was going to have you. 

— 

“Y/N? Can I talk to you?” Steve asked carefully as he walked into the kitchen. You were drinking a cup of tea, reading a book.

“Of course, Mr Abnosti.” You replied, smile on your face as you placed your bookmark in your book. 

“Please, Steve. Call me Steve. Why don’t you re fill your tea and come with me back to my room and we can talk there?” Steve asked you as he poured his own cup. 

You were taken a back by this, Steve was very friendly with everyone here but he still kept a wall of professionalism up. “Oh, um. We can’t talk here?” You asked. 

“Let’s be honest, we’re surrounded by nosy ears. I just think it would be easier in my room, come on.” Steve stood up and stalked out the room.

His room was like everyone else’s, to your surprise, well it was a bit bigger and he had more knick knacks but that’s to be expected. 

You were about to ask him what he wanted to talk about when you noticed the monitor set to your room. You had no idea there were cameras in there. When you turned around to face Steve you saw him turning the dial on his phone, though you couldn’t see drug it was. 

“Steve what is going on? I didn’t say acknowledge and why are you watching my r-r-room?” You started to feel a warmth in your lower belly and your mind started to feel a bit cloudy. 

“I just like to make sure that you’re okay darling. I care about you, a lot. Do you care about me?” He moved closer to you, putting his hand on your waist. 

“Of course I care about you Steve.” You were surprised how easy those words flowed out of your mouth. Everything inside you right now was telling you how right it was, being with him and that you wanted nothing more than him. 

Steve leaned in to kiss you, it felt like magic. Nothing could ever compare to this. “Fuck you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this ,beautiful.” He told you, as he kissed you more, leading you to the bed. 

“Steve fuck I want you so bad.” You moaned, as he kissed your neck. You ripped your shirt off after, his eyes were glued to your bare chest. 

“You shouldn’t be walking around without a bra on baby. I’m the only one who gets to see you this way.” Steve told you, the possessiveness in his tone making you even more wet. 

He took of his own shirt, you admired his body, you always figured he was ripped but it was something else to see him up close. He kissed down your chest and to your stomach, if you weren’t feeling on cloud 9 you would be embarrassed about how loud you were moaning. Steve loved it though, which you could tell as he led your hand down to palm his hard-on. 

“Shit baby. I need you now.” He let himself out his pants, the sight of him in his boxers was nice if only short lived before those were forgotten on the floor as well. “I should um, fuck I want to but I -“ 

“No no it’s okay, please just I want you inside me, Steve please.” You knew what he meant, and you didn’t care. All you could think about was him filling you up. 

“You’re so fucking hot. Going to fill you up so good, baby. You want that? Tell me how much you need my cock.” Steve moaned as he entered you. 

It felt so good, better than ever before not that you had gotten much sex since being in prison. It felt so good you couldn’t form a sentence, only responding to Steve by whining and moaning. 

The noises you made for him went straight to his dick but Steve wanted more, “Mmm words baby. You gotta tell me how much you love my fucking cock.” He thrusted in and out of you, hitting that spot every time. 

“You feel so good Steve fuck, so fucking good.” Was all you were able to make out, your vision blurry as your pleasure washed over you. 

“I know baby, you’re so tight. I’m not going to last, are you close?” He asked, panting. 

“Steve, steve.” Was all you were able to say, as you felt the hot pleasure in your lower belly. 

“Did I fuck my baby dumb? Hmm? All you know is my name right?” Steve felt like heaven right now, he knew he was never giving this up. 

“Yes! Oh god,  yes! Steve I’m gonna- fuck.” You were so close, you could almost feel it. 

“Come on baby, cum for me. Please.” Steve said into your ear, “Let go for me.” He attacked your neck with kisses, that was enough for you to finally let go, Steve’s own high coming the same time as yours. 

Steve fell to your side, catching his breath. “You’re amazing baby.” 

You didn’t reply, still catching your breath but as your breathing returned to normal, so did your thoughts. You started to feel really weird about being in Steve’s bed. Just as you were thinking of a way to leave, Steve pulled you in closer, rubbing his hand up and down your waist. 

“Steve?” You started, he just hummed in response, during his head in the crook of you neck, “I think I should go back to my room now…” 

Steve instantly tensed up. He hadn’t turned the dial of the N-40 down, maybe it starts to wear off after the subject has reached their high. “Baby, it’s late and we’re both tired. Just stay here.” His tone didn’t leave much room for argument and you after so long, you couldn’t deny that it felt good to be his arms, that despite everything it felt safe. 

[njpuckbunny]

nightmares- jeff [ spiderhead ]

jeff from spiderhead (miles teller) x gn reader

summary:

jeff has been having nightmares about his tests and reader helps him get through one of them on the anniversary of their escape.

word count: 743

warnings: !spoilers!

it had been one full year. one. full. year. since you and jeff had escaped mr. abnesti, or steve’s, so called “testing drugs” facility. because of this escape you now lay half awake with jeff in your shared bed.

jeff has the covers pulled ever so slightly over his hips and you lay sprawled on top of him, feeling his chest rise up and down everytime he breathes. you cant help but to stare at the scars along his lower face and neck and wonder how someone with such a sweet soul could have gone through that horrific event. 

as known by many, the anniversary of events dont bring up good feelings. so just about 3 days ago, jeff had a silent nightmare in which he told you about over breakfast. you can remember him sitting nervously at the countertop of your apartment toying with the cereal that sat sogging in the bowl.

“if happened again,” he blurted out so quietly and then proceeded to drop his face into his palms and rub his eyes.

knowing jeff inside and out, his ups and downs, and every last of his reoccurring nightmares. you questioned him, wondering if asking him about it would relief any tension or worry he had about it. you padded over to him and rubbed his back slowly while pulling him towards you behind his shoulders.

“which one,” you breathed down his neck, hoping talking slowly or quietly would ease his panic.

“the boat ride,” he squeaked through a strained sob as you gasped ever so slightly and pulled him closer.

you knew exactly which one he was referring to. this one happened to be one of his first nightmares, but you remember it like it was yesterday.

in this dream of his, you two were riding away in steve’s company boat while this time his pack didn’t fill will N-40. this time it filled with I-27 and I-16, making him so aggressive and agitated that he turned around the plane he was in and started viciously firing at you and jeff. the outcome of jeff’s nightmare ended in you being shot and with jeff having to live with the feeling of guilt from your death. this was jeff’s least favorite.

your memory faded as you heard jeff muttering some syllables and silently gasping. it was only until a couple of minutes later that you realized he was trying to cough up one of his most despised words. acknowledge.

you placed a hand on jeff’s chest hoping he would wake up any minute to roll over and hold you as he fell asleep but he did just the opposite. he fell deeper into his nightmare until he was screaming and waking u a little more than u already we’re.

“acknowledge,” jeff whimpered multiple times and then he was suddenly being shaken awake by yourself as you tried to calm him down.

he was completely sat up and leaning onto your shoulders while you faced him just in suite. you felt him sobbing from under you and you could feel him starting to speed up his breaths up again.

“hey hey,” you started to palm around his back, “deep breathes” as he held onto you closer, he began taking in deeper breathes than before and felt a smidge calmer in the presence of yours.

“it’s over baby,” you whispered, “it’s over. ” almost suddenly, you felt every ounce of tension in his body dissapear.

“they could never make the best drug i’ve ever found,” he muttered against your shoulder, “you.” he kissed your lower neck and you brought your hand up to his face and wiped away any excess tears.

“i love you so much,” you spoke as you laid both yourself and him back into the bed.

“thank you for everything,” he jumbled into one big word as his half awoken brain peaced words together, “i love you more.”

all that mattered to jeff was that he and you were safe in the comfort of your home, away from crazy experiments and their creators.

[chickensarentcheap]

In Too Deep- Chapter 1 (Prologue)

Title:   The Beginning of the End

Fandom: Spiderhead

Pairing:  Steve Abnesti x OFC

Author’s notes:  This story will include present day events, and flashbacks to canon events featured in the movie.   I will always include an author’s note to include what time the chapter is taking place during.

Tagging:  @tragiclyhip, @residentdormouse (I think you said yes to tagging, but if you didn’t just let me know)  @presidentlokis-hornyhelmet, @youflickedtooharddamnit, @munstysmind, @mostly-marvel-musings, @ocappreciationtag​, @arrthurpendragon​

Tag list is: OPEN

Link to AO3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/41822868/chapters/104934945

Story summary:    It began innocently enough.

A spilt coffee, a handsome stranger, and the career opportunity of a lifetime.  Seven months ago, Maizie Daniels had made what had been an easy decision; leaving behind an often thankless job in a state run hospital in favour of new horizons. Intrigued and enthralled by the offer; a much more generous salary, full dental and health benefits,  and free room and board within the confines of Spiderhead Penitentiary.  Her intentions had been good;  excited at the opportunity to heal and save the world. But now she’s caught up in a dark and tangled web of lies, betrayal, deceit,  and lust.  And while everything should be screaming to cut her loses and run,  something…or someone…holds her back.

********

When he stirs she’s already awake beside him;  flat on her back with her eyes riveted on the ceiling and her  fiery red curls splayed across her pillow.   And for several minutes he silently watches her;  taking in the vibrant green eyes and the slope of  her nose and the curve of her lips.    Listening to her soft rhythmic breathing as he attempts -in his semi conscious state- to count the freckles that decorate smooth, pale skin.   

He’s come to enjoy their early mornings together;  the sleepy conversations and the soft, languid kisses that are shared as the sun begins to peek over the horizon.   It had taken months to get to this level of comfort and contentment;  finally able to  share every aspect of his life with her.   Professional and personal; a boss during the daylight hours and a partner, confidant, and lover when off the clock.  Keeping a firm distance between the two aspects of his existence at first; a form of self perseverance that had served him well during the first thirty-seven years of his life.  Never able to form intimate bonds with others;  unable to allow them to get too close in fear of giving it his all only to be abandoned in the end.   And in the early days of their relationship, their evenings always ended with one of them creeping back to their respective domains;  not quite at the stage of sharing nearly every waking moment together nor allowing those around them to know of their involvement.   Concerned with how it would be received by both co-workers and inmates;  the ‘powers that be’  so blatantly  crossing the boundaries of professionalism in the name of companionship and pleasure.   

There’s hesitation when it comes to calling it love.   Other than his work, he has absolutely no experience to draw upon;   unable to recall a time when he felt that level of adoration and infatuation for another human being.   In his high school and college years, he’d had a handful of girlfriends;  relationships and people  that he quickly found himself drifting away from.   He would always grow bored and irritated;  tired of the same empty conversations and the same mundane shows of affection and the way his partners would become clingy and demanding.   There’d never be a firm and solid connection;  never on the same plane when it came to intellect and interests.  And in his mid twenties and into his thirties while acquaintances began getting married and soon started families, he could never imagine himself settling down.   He didn’t want to sacrifice the vulnerable time and effort devoted to science and to his work;  certain he was unable to give the level of attention required to have a successful and enduring commitment.

It’s different now.   Boredom replaced by an ever growing and never peaking interest; fascinated by even the smallest of things she says and does.  Never able to get enough of her touch;  the way she brushes his hair out of his eyes or squeezes his shoulders when he’s tense or rubs between them when he’s anxious or angry.   Able to calm him in ways no one else ever has; easily soothed by  the weight of her hand or the brush of her skin or even the smell of her hair.   While he hesitates on using the ‘L word’ he knows he couldn’t imagine his life without her;  enjoying the sound of her voice and the sight of her smile and the taste of her kiss.   Liking the way her body feels pressed against his; whether it be during sleep or more intimate times.   Enjoying the rake of her nails down his back and the press of teeth against the flesh of his shoulder or the side of his neck. And how his name sounds when it comes out of her mouth;  whether it be breathy whispers or feathery sighs or the screams of passion.

But he  knows he misses her when she’s not around.    Hates how he can’t sleep without her next to him.   And that he always smiles at the smallest of things;  her off key singing while she dances around in just one of his t-shirts or even the sight of her toothbrush next to his in the holder in the bathroom.

Sliding closer to his bedmate, his palm settles upon her stomach;  thumb repeatedly brushing against warm, smooth skin as he places  a series of kisses across her shoulder.   Eyes closing as he deeply inhales; the tip of his nose pressed against her temples as he enjoys that soft, sweet scent that clings to her hair.    Feeling a  thousand pounds lighter whenever he’s with her;  the suffocating weight of loneliness finally lifted off his shoulders.  He could get used to this;  her constant presence in every aspect of his life.   Working side by side not only in a professional sense, but also a personal one.  The easy  way in which they work side by side while making dinner or tending to dishes.  The companionable silence when sitting across the kitchen  table from one another;   immersed in mountains of paperwork while she reads a book with her feet resting in his lap. Those lazy moments after a hectic work day when  lounging on the couch watching cheesy reality television shows; her head on his thigh and his fingers repeatedly moving through  her hair.  

He can see a life with her.    She understands him.  Accepts him.   Knows his limits and his boundaries and doesn’t push back against them unless absolutely necessary.    And while he may not be able to give her exactly what she would want  and need in a life mate, he’s  willing to devote whatever  time and the energy  he can.  He could find a way;   successfully balance the devotion to both  science and domesticity. 

Swiping the tip of his nose against her cheek, he presses a kiss to her ear.  The knuckles of one hand brushing continuously against her stomach as he pulls back to look at her;  smiling as he uses an index finger to swipe wild and curls away from her face.  

  “I’d say ‘a penny for your thoughts’, but I already know they’re worth way more than that.”

She turns her gaze upon him;   a smile of her own  curving her lips.   The haze of sleep still evident in her eyes;  a late night where she’d been particularly insatiable and he’d been ready, willing, and eager to please.   His shortcomings when it came to experience always overshadowed by his enthusiasm and his desire to learn.   The pupil an incredibly fast learner under her patient and determined tutelage.  

Rolling onto her side, Maizie  places a hand on his cheek and kisses him; long and soft and sweet as her body presses against his.   Their laboured breathing and the swish of sheets joining the noises that accompany the prison slowly coming to life around them;  the whir  of the generator and the hum of the central air condition.   Only sixty minutes remain before the start of the day;  a cheerful, pre-recorded message  that will play over the intercom system that will greet the prisoners as they awaken.  Followed by the reminder of Spiderhead’s golden rules;  no abuse physical, verbal, or otherwise, and always label your food in the fridge.   And while normally both are eager to start the work day,  neither feel particularly rushed.    The exchange of languid and deep kisses accompanied by the movement of naked limbs against each other;  comfortable and content lovers behaving as if they have all the time in the world.

Gathering her in his arms, he rolls onto his back; effectively pulling her body on top of his.  His eyes closing once more as he buries  his face in the mass of curls;  nearly lulled back to sleep by the weight and the warmth of her body and the familiar smell that inhabits her  hair and skin.   He loves how her scent is always left behind;  lingering on the sheets and  clinging  to whichever one of his shirts she'd chosen to wear to sleep.    In those rare instance where they’re unable to be together, he’s comforted by the reminders of her in his life;  her favourite oversized mug sitting by the cappuccino machine, a pair of slippers that take up residence on her side of the bed, a hair brush and a makeup bag on the bathroom counter.  

******

Her hand once more settles on his cheek;  thumb brushing against the bristles of his beard as she places a  kiss on the side of his neck.  “Good morning.”

Turning his face into hers, he places his lips against her forehead;  allowing them to linger against the smooth skin.  “Good morning.”

“Sleep good?”

“I always do.  When you’re here. You?”

“I’ve had better.  Too much shit on my mind. About today.”

“That’s what you were thinking about? When I woke up and you were staring into space?”

She nods.

“I thought we agreed;  no talking about work behind closed doors. Especially in bed.”

“It’s not that I WANT to talk about.  I’d rather forget about it altogether, to be honest. Just cancel everything and lie here all day. Be lazy. With you.  Just hang out and take lots of naps and have tons of sex.”

“As tempting as that sounds…”

“I know…I know…”  Sighing, she lifts her head from its resting place on his shoulder; a dramatic pout on her face as she regards him.  “Steve Abnesti doesn’t take days off.”

“Not true.  I took five days off a month ago.  When we went and stayed at the little place on the mainland.  Our little getaway.”

“”You brought your laptop and your cell phone.”

“I barely looked at both.   I was…present…as you call it.  For the most part.”

“You were,” she confirms, and places her chin upon his chest.  “Which is a huge deal for you.  So we can’t? Cancel everything? Just forget about it?”

“No.   It has to be done.   There’s so many things we don’t know about N-40. And the sooner we start putting it to the test…”

“We can’t do that WITHOUT  Darkenfloxx?  Because from everything I’ve heard about it, it’s far from a pleasant experience.”

“Darkenfloxx is a tool,” he explains, as his knuckles repeatedly skim up and down her spine.  “That will help us figure out some of the more complicated shit.  And I’ve already told you; it’s nothing more than an agitator.  It causes no permanent damage.”

“That you know of.”

“No one that has been subjected to it since its inception a year ago has shown any lasting side effects or trauma.  It won’t be pretty; watching Heather get dosed.  But it’s a necessary evil.   Can’t get results if we don’t try, right?”

“Is that  a rhetorical question or are you actually looking for an answer? Because if we’re going to break our rule and talk about work while naked in bed…”

Steve sighs, then presses a kiss to the tip of her nose.  “I don’t want to fight.”

“Neither do I.  Which is why I need you to stay nice and calm.   Because I’m not bringing this up to piss you off or irritate you.  I know you think sometimes I overstep my bounds and…”

He smirks. “Sometimes?”

“...and I can be very persistent when it’s something I’m particularly invested in.  And I’ve got some concerns.  Maybe not about the testing itself, but who it’s being tested ON.”

“We’ve talked about this. Your feelings about Heather.  Which I don’t completely understand. Didn’t you hate her a couple months ago? Now you’re siding with her and making friends and…”

“I’m not making friends with her.  I’m merely concerned about a patient of mine.  She’s not in a good place, Steve.  Mentally.  When she came to me after the Luvactin incident with Jeff,  she made it very clear that she was struggling.  She was constantly depressed and anxious and…”

“It’s called guilt, Maizie.  Regret.  She killed someone.  She’s in prison because of it.   And I know it’s a utopia here compared to state, but it’s STILL a prison.  And she’s here and  she’s facing the consequences of her actions.  She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t deserve to be.”

“I’m not arguing that she deserves to be punished.  Even if I do understand what drove her to do what she did.”

Groaning his disapproval,  he untangles himself from her embrace and the mess of sheets.”  “I know you’ve always been a bit of a bleeding heart when it comes to some of the people here, but this is taking it a little too far.”    Swinging his legs over the side of the bed,  he runs his hands through his hair and then  reaches for his glasses on the nightstand,  slipping them on.  “You UNDERSTAND why she killed someone?”

“It wasn’t just someone.”

“You’re right. It wasn’t just a random person off the street.   It was her father.  The man who helped make her.  Who had a hand in raising her.   Who tried everything he could to tame a wild and out of control teenager before it became too late.   All the drugs, the underage drinking, the hanging out with gangs.  She was a handful.  And then some.”

“She was also being abused. BY her father.  You know the story, Steve.  Him using her a sexual plaything.  Even getting her pregnant at one point and beating the shit out of her so she’d miscarry.   And what was her mom doing all that time?  When her husband was doing this sick shit to her own flesh and blood? Fuck all.”

“She didn’t have to kill him. That should always be the last resort, don’t you think?”

Slipping out of bed, she gathers up the t-shirt that had been discarded in the middle of the night;  when the mixture of his smell and the press of his solid, strong  body against hers had been too much for her to bear and she’d shook him awake.  Needing him. Wanting him.  Not able to remember a time any man had had that kind of effect on her.  Not even her deceased husband.  

 “It should,” she says, and tugs the shirt over her head.  “But I can empathise; I can see where years of being abused can finally cause someone to snap and do something drastic.   What if that was someone you loved? What if it was your daughter? And she came to you and told you someone was assaulting her like that? Can you honestly tell me you wouldn’t snap? And want to kill them?”

“Wanting to kill them and doing it are two entirely different things.   You’re not here to sympathize with them, Maizie. You’re here to make sure they’re healthy.  Not be their friend.  Or their therapist.  That’s NOT what I pay you for.”

“Name one time I HAVEN’T done my job.  When I haven’t given everything to this place.  You can’t, can you? Because you damn well know that I’ve devoted every waking moment to helping you keep this place running.”

“And I’ve appreciated it, haven’t I?  Have I not made it known that you’re doing a great job?  Have I not catered to your every want? Have I not given you a state of the art place to examine people? Make sure it’s always well stocked and you have access to the best equipment? The best of EVERYTHING?  Have I not…”

“Oh here we go,” she scoffs.  “Look, that gaslighting bullshit may work on Mark and Jeff and everyone else under your thumb,  but you damn well know it doesn’t work on me. I have been gaslit by bigger and better. And they didn’t succeed either.”

“Have I not told you…more than once…that you’re doing a great job? That hiring you was the smartest thing I’ve ever done?  Have I not shown you?   In more ways than one?”

“Don’t play that card, okay?  Don’t even insinuate that you’re showing gratitude with sex.  Just because you don’t like what I’m saying and you’re suddenly in a pissy mood….”

 Snagging a pair of sweats from a nearby arm chair,  he steps into them and  then pads towards the kitchen.  “You’re frustrating. You know that?”

“I do.”  Stretching languorously, she  shoves her feet in a pair of waiting slippers and then scurries after him.  “You only tell me five days a day.”

“Try double that.  Triple if by the time the weekend rolls around.”

“You know despite how crazy I drive you, I notice you keep me around.  And that you keep coming back for more.  You haven’t fired me or told me to piss off or gotten a restraining order against me.”

“Have you ever considered I may be a masochist?”

“No. But I have  considered that maybe you like having me around.   I mean, you’ve graduated to sharing your living space with me.  That must count for something.”

“It does.  It’s not something I normally do.  Or really have done.  So how about you stop with this Heather nonsense  so I don’t end up regretting this whole arrangement .”

Perching on the edge  of the counter, she watches as he tends to their usual morning routine;  preparing himself a coffee and her a chai latte.    It had been one of the first things that Mark had noticed and had clued him into that fact that there was something going on;  Steve’s new morning routine of showing up at the Spiderhead itself with a drink for her.  An unusual occurrence;   not one to think of others around him, let alone remembering her favourite beverage and learning how to make it.  

It’s the little things in their relationship.   The small actions that let her know that he’s thinking of her and quite  fond of her and their time together.  Not one for public displays of affection or verbal sentiment,  Steve relies on communicating in his own way.   

“Admit it, Steven.  You’d never get rid of me. You miss me too much.”

Smirking, he presents her with the latte. “Why do you call me that?”

“Because that’s your name.  And because you secretly like when I call you that.”

“Secretly being the operative word.”

“Is that your way of admitting I’m right or…”

“About missing you?  About not getting rid of you? About liking you calling me by full name? Yes.”  He pecks her lips. “About Heather? Absolutely not.”

Frowning, she snags him by the waistband of his sweats when he attempts to step away and yanks him towards her, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her feet together at the small of his back.   “Don’t get grumpy.”

“I’m not…”

“You ARE.   Look, I’m not telling you how to do your job, I’m just…”

“You sure about that? Because it sure as hell sounds like you are.  Do I need to remind you whose company this is?  Whose brain child?  Who created the mobi-packs and the drugs and…”

“It’s all yours, Steve. I’m not arguing that point. Or trying to disrespect or undermine you.  I get that they’re YOUR prisoners.  But they also happen to MY patients. That you hired me to look after.  You’re the one who brought me on, remember?”

“Don’t talk to me like that. Don’t…”

“I’m not making friends with them. Or getting too close.  And I’m not disagreeing with you;  they did something wrong and they deserve to be punished.  But crimes and sentences aside, they are still human beings.  And as good as they have it here,  it could always be better.  And using Darkenfloxx…”

“It’s a tool,” he repeats.  “That’s it.  It HELPS us. There’s no way around that.”

“I realize that.  I’m not expecting to shelve it all together.    All I’m saying is that Heather is NOT the right person for this experiment. Not right now, anyway. She came to me.  After the Luvactin incident with Jeff.   She’s severely depressed, she’s suffering from insomnia,  out of the blue panic attacks.  I’ve got her on all kinds of medication.  And I just don’t think adding something else…”

“Darkenfloxx won’t react to any of those meds.  It won’t pose a risk.  I’ve told you all this. More than once.”  

“You’re not listening to me.   Is that too much to ask? For you to listen to me?   You’re the boss.  I am supposed to bring my concerns to you. And that’s what I’m doing.  I’m concerned that this will push Heather over the edge.  That it will cause permanent damage. PTSD, even.  And she’s already vulnerable.  Why risk it?  Why take the chance that it will cause more damage?  Can’t you give it a little more time?  For her to bounce back?”

“There is no more time.  We’ve already wasted too much.  When we had that flu outbreak take out three quarters of the place. Including us. That’s two weeks we can’t get back.  And if we drag out heels any longer…”

“What is the rush? You’re not on a deadline.  You don’t have anyone to answer to.  Why are you hurrying this? Why can’t you just step back for a little while and concentrate on another compound?  Or even find someone else.  Jeff had an interaction with Sara, too.”

“It’s Heather or it’s no one. And seeing as it can’t be no one…”  Reaching behind his back, he yanks her feet apart and steps away.   “....this is the way it’s going to be.  Now are we done? Or are you trying to turn this into a big thing?”

“I don’t want it to be a big thing at all.   I’m not trying to irritate you. Or piss you off. I’m just concerned, alright?  About Heather.  And yes, I know she did a terrible thing.  And that she deserves to pay for that.  But part of me is wondering if this is a personal thing.  It’s no secret you don’t like her.  It’s not like you hide it.”

Taking a swig of coffee, he leans back against the counter across from her.   “You think I have some sort of vendetta against her? That I’m doing this out of spite?”

“I don’t think vendetta is the proper word.  That seems a little dramatic.   But I know you don’t care for her.   And believe me, she’s not exactly my favourite person in the world, either.”

“She’s a pain in my ass.  Something that must be contagious. Seeing as how you’re getting to be right up there with her.”

Rolling her eyes,  Maizie takes a sip of her latte.   

“You’re right. I don’t like her.  I find her annoying.  And disrespectful.  Look how good she has it here.  How good they ALL have it.  The food, the arcade games, their own rooms,  the freedom to move around as they please.   It’s a lot better than what they were getting at State.  You think she’d be grateful.  Being out  of there.  Not at  risk of general pop.”

“Heather’s…”  She sighs.  “...a bitch.  She’s the first one to admit that.  Not to mention I think she has a crush on you.”

Steve gives a derisive snort.

“It seems to be really burning her ass that we’re together.    I guess she thought maybe she’d be the pick of the litter. When it comes to keeping your bed warm.”

“Don’t insult me like that.  As if I’d give any of them the time of day.”

“I know you don’t like her.  Not many people do. But I am asking you…I am BEGGING you…to reconsider this experiment.  Either find someone else or just postpone it.  I’m not asking you to ditch it entirely.   I’m just asking for you to make concessions.  That’s it.”

“And I already told you.  There’s no concessions to be made.  It’s now or it’s never. And it’s Heather or it’s no one.  That’s it, Maizie.  That’s my final decision. My final word.  Now can we drop this?  Please?”

“If I don’t? Drop it?”

“I really don’t think that’s the hill you want to die on.”

Sighing, she chew pensively on her bottom lip;  fingernails repeatedly tapping against the porcelain of her mug.

“Look…”   Closing the gap between them, he stands between her legs,  palms resting on her thighs.  “...I’m sorry if I don’t react well. When you question my work.  Or that I get a little harsh when I feel like I’m under attack.  But  do I get  in your business? When it comes to taking care of people? Do I tell you how to do your job?”

“No.”

“No. And why’s that? Because I’m not a nurse. In the same way you’re not a scientist.  I don’t get on your ass, so you shouldn't get on mine.  I’m sorry that you don’t agree with me, but I get the final say.  My company, my business.   And we’re going ahead with today.”

“And if something does happen? If Heather…?”

“Heather will be fine,”  he insists, and cradles her face in his palms;  pads of his thumbs repeatedly sweeping across her cheeks.  “It’ll cause a little discomfort…”

Maizie stares pointedly at him.

“A LOT of discomfort.   And it will make her scared and horrified and nauseous. But it’s temporary.  No one has ever shown any long lasting side effects or damage from Darkenfloxx. From any of the compounds, for that matter.   And is it really that bad of a thing? Considering what she did?”

“I already told you, I…”

“You feel for her.  Because of the abuse she went through. And you know what, a part of me feels bad for her too.  But she still committed a crime and she still has to face the consequences of those actions. She signed up for this, remember? They all did. No one held a gun to their head and forced them into this.”

“I just wish that…”

“We could hold off.  For Heather’s sake.  But think of it in the grand scheme of things, Maizie.   Yes, we’re causing harm to her.  Temporary harm. But our work here? It’s going to help millions.  We’re saving the world.  So it’s it really that bad? To cause harm to one to save countless others?”

Sighing,  she shakes her head.  “I guess if you put it that way…”

“Tell you what…”   He presses a kiss to her forehead.  “...if we’re in there and Heather really starts to lose it and you start feeling uncomfortable, just leave the room.   Just step away and take a breather and let us finish up.  If things get that bad and it’s something you can’t handle…”

“I don’t think it’s something I want to watch.  Not after what I’ve heard about it.  I don’t want to see her like that.  ANYONE like that, for that matter.”

“Then just leave.  Just walk out.  I’ll know that it’s too much for you.  I’m not going to hold it against you.  Seeing that kind of thing isn’t for everyone.  And Mark and I can handle it;  we have a bit more experience.”

“But if she needs help….if she needs me…”

“She won’t.   It’s a controlled room.  Mark and I have handled a lot bigger and stronger than Heather. You’re worrying for nothing, okay?  It’s all temporary.  She’ll go through her five minute trial and come out on the other side just fine.   You need to trust me.  Can you do that?”

“I DO trust you, Steve. It’s not about not trusting you.  I just…”   She releases a hand from her mug and  uses it to tuck wayward strands of her hair behind her ears.   “...maybe I’m just being a total chickenshit about this.”

He holds his thumb and forefinger a mere half inch apart. “Just a little bit. Trust me, everything is going to be fine.  This is the last time anyone will be Darkenfloxxed. I promise.   And just think, this time next week? We’ll have our last gold star.   And then we can go away for a bit.  Forget about this place for a couple weeks.   Greece, Italy, Spain. Wherever you want to go, we’ll go. Alright?”

She nods.

“In the meantime…”  Plucking the drink out of her hands,  he places it on the counter.  “...we need to get a move on.   Because Mark will be here soon and the thought of him seeing you coming out of the shower with nothing on…”

“Probably the biggest thrill he’s had in a while.”

“I think I ’d rather keep those thrills to myself.”

She shrieks when he scoops her up off the counter;  his palms cradling the cheeks of her ass as he carries her out of the kitchen.  Her legs once more circling his waist and her arms wrapping around his neck;  lips soft and warm as they trail kisses along his jaw and up to his ear.

“Easy now,” he chuckles.  “You keep doing that, I’m either going to drop you or Mark’s going to be walking in on something else.”

“You’d never drop me.  You’d never let me fall.”

“You’re right.”  He presses a kiss to her temple.  “I wouldn’t.

[princessmisery666]

PM666Reads - Fic Recs - August 2022

Please heed all the warnings on the individual fics. I am not responsible for what you choose to read.

To the authors - thank you for putting in the work 💕no one gets enough recognition so thank you for taking the time to write and being brave enough to share it with us 💟

📖Dean Winchester

All That and More - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior -Dean comes home looking for the softness Y/N has to offer.

📖Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Angry Rooster HC - @dreamingathighaltitude

This Bed Isn't Made For Two - @lorecraft -

Steamy - @callsign-milano - You and Rooster have been secretly dating, which is why you’re confused when he decides to join you in the showers one day. Bit risky, considering you’re on base.

Self-care Sunday - @notroosterbradshaw -

Stranger In My House 1, 2 & 3 - @writercole -  Loss of Feelings for each other

📖Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Servicing Him HC - @writercole and @princessphilly

Lost It All - @writercole - Jake gets served

Husband HC - @bradshawbaby -

Losing His Name - @writercole - every time he does something that displeases you, erase one of the letters of his name from your contacts

Always Bet On Red - @evansrogerskitten - For years I despised Jake Seresin. When I showed up to North Island for a new mission I was horrified to see that my nemesis was there too. I didn’t know what to do until my friend Rooster suggested a way to deal with all that pent up hate. 

Kitchen Dancing - @siempre-bucky - soft domestic bliss, dancing around in your kitchen, and Jake watching fondly before joining in.

Lucky Piece - @wildbornsiren - You’ve known Jake “Hangman” Seresin for years. He gets called up, and asks if you’d come with him. Throwing caution into the wind you join him as he trains for a special mission; all the while figuring out how much you really mean to each other.

Slow Ride - @evansrogerskitten - Jake doesn’t get jealous. Not at all. He just wants everyone to know that you’re his girl. So he takes you home and proves it - with his mouth, his cock, and his Naval Academy ring. 

📖Robert 'Bob' Floyd & Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Movie Night - @wildbornsiren - Late night movies with Bob and Hangman have become something you look forward to. This time the movie doesn't hold your interest.

📖Will & Benny Miller

As Loved Ones Would 1 & 2 - @charnelhouse - Will dies. Benny clings to you. You need the distraction.

📖Rhett Abbott

Hot & Cold - @wildbornsiren - Summer has hit, and Rhett has a couple ideas on how to keep cool. 

📖Eddie Brock & Venom

She's Dying (She's Not!) - @raincoffeeandfandoms - How menstrual cramps are overshadowed by Eddie (and Venom) trying to comfort you the best way they can. But mostly, trying to explain to Venom what it is that’s happening to you.

📖Sam Winchester

Smokers Kiss - @b3autyfuldisast3r - Reader catches Sam smoking weed in the library of the bunker and wants a taste 🤭😜

📖Steve Abnesti

O-B-D-X - @cockslutpadalecki - Obediex. Steve’s triumph. His key to complete control over the residents at Spiderhead— over you.

📖Steve Rogers

Sound Of Silence - @cockslutpadalecki - Steve rescues some public figure’s daughter and she’s a total bratty cunt. Before delivering her home safe and sound steve decides to fuck some manners into her

The Customer Is Always Right - @cockslutpadalecki - Mean!Steve waiting for the food service worker who got his order wrong

📖Robert 'Bob' Floyd

The Line - @writercole - Bob reminds you what you’re missing

Loving Him - @lt-bradshaw - in which two lovers find their way back to one another

📖Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

A New Hope - @writercole - Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia didn’t expect much from his day off. Until fate stepped in.

📖Chris Evans

She's Mine 1 & 2 - @capevans3000 - Chris Evans’s got competition.

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Are there any new villians or characters that you are obsessed with?

Hmm, new villains... /: I've mostly been re watching stuff lately, but I do have a list of villains I don't really talk about but really want to!

Here it is! ^^ Bolded ones are the ones I'm REALLY REALLY into XD

Stuntman Mike, Death Proof

Look at him !! I could get lost in writing about a nasty creep like him. I want him to kiss me but I also wanna smack him; I dunno XD

Agent Eddie Zane, Man of the House

He's Bo-age Brian Van Volt (Literally the same year) and his character is a sneaky scoundrel who pretends to be the protagonists friend so he can get close to his daughter (And he calls her doll)- need I say more?? No, I don't think I do. Damnn.

Steve Abnesti, Spiderhead

Not gonna lie, I wanna write some really dark stuff for Steve.

Eleanor, Do Revenge

David Harris/Unknown, The Stepfather 2009

I love this movie so so much!! It always makes me want peanut butter toast, which is a little weird if you've seen the movie. David, though, oooffffff. He's so AWFUL. And he's got this shit under control, and his energy is so soulless, but ohhh boy, when he finally loses it?? I'm so obsessed. This is honestly one of my favourite movies and his character is played perfectly.

Suzie Marie Toller, wild things

MEAN GENIUS. MEAN GENIUS. MEAN GENIUS-

Rusty Nail, Joyride

LakePlacid3!Reba, Lake Placid

Gary Sitterson, Cabin in the Woods

I don't know, there's just something cute about him XD He's not full villain, but I'm very very intrigued.

Helene, Tony, and Becky Le Domas, Ready or Not

Chef Slowick, The Menu

He's so sad, I just wanna give him a cuddle and encourage him to cook at a soup kitchen. He's the kinda character where you just wanna be his favourite person- the only person not expendable to him (Including himself!!).

Chase McKinney, Now You See Me 2

Detective Wayne Bailey/Kirsch, Scream 6

Warwick, Graveyard Shift

Another one I could write some really dark stuff for... :D :D :D Sorry, haha XDD

Alexis Butler and Val, We Summon the Darkness

They're so crazy. I wanna be friends (Or more) with them so badly XD I just love any crazy women in horror movies- we need more crazy women in horror movies. I just love watching them to be gross and terrible, theirs something cathartic about it.

Pearl, X + Pearl

Pelle, Midsommar

Norman Bates, Psycho

Brenda Bates, Urban Legend

Another crazy lady. Rebecca Gayheart just did so amazing as Brenda, and she's so much fun, and just... yeah. I love funny Slashers.

Mulgarath, Spiderwick

Have you heard his voice? Its Nick Nolte.

... Count Olaf... Series of Unfortunate Events

Look, leave me be. He's just so GROSS. I love gross, irredeemable villains that you know the writers really just went 'I am going to make this character so unlikeable'. Truly top tier.

Capricorn, Cockerell and Flatnose, Inkheart

I always thought Cockerell especially was pretty XD Kinda Otis B Driftwood-Style.

Dag, Barnyard

I MEAN?? Ugh. I'm sorry. I know he's a coyote. But he's such a bastard and I love it. He's been a favourite of mine since I was a kid!

Lady Van Tassel and the Hessian, Sleepy Hollow

I know one person especially will be happy to see the Hessian on here- XD

Velma Von Tussle, Hairspray

She's so mean... Agh. Haha XD I wanna write that Wilbur scene in the joke shop with reader in his place XD

The Colonal, Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron

Verosika Mayday, Crimson and Paimon, Helluva Boss

Nathanial Demerest, Wishmaster

The Trapper, Dead By Daylight

T.G. McCabe, S.W.A.T 2003

Little greedy coward that he is... I so wanna write for him XD

Please, anyone, if you're interested in any of these guys please tell me about it!

[littlebosleepmusings]

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Updated Masterlist (June 2022) ☽ 

(still being edited)

Archive of Our Own - you can find most of my work here as they update

Series

Collision Course (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader, Past Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader)

Next Time We Meet (Sylvie Laufeydottir & Fem!Reader)

Side Effects (Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader)

Student of Nature (Loki x Fem!Reader) (wattpad)

Somebody's Watching Me (Marvel Slasher/Horror AU, Fem!Reader)

The Last Time (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

Warm Blood (Avengers & Reader/TBD x Reader) (wattpad)

Welcome to Spiderhead (Steve Abnesti x Fem!Reader)

Welcome to Westview (Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader) S: You’re a new resident of Westview after recently moving to town with your husband, Pietro Maximoff. Your sister-in-law, Wanda, lives only a few doors down. Things are great. You’ve always been happy and always been together…but you can’t help feel that something isn’t right.

(To be updated episodically on tumblr, but will be cross posted on AO3 as I will have a different image for each decade episode.)

One-Shots

Secret Santa (Xavier, Hank, Alex, Sean & Fem!Reader)

Imagines

A Mother’s Love (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Be Careful (Jack Mercer x Reader)

Beware the Krays (Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader)

Few People In This World (Eric Northman x Fem!Reader)

Happy Birthday, Marie (Rogue x Reader)

Here Come the Queen (Margaery Tyrell x Fem!Reader)

King’s Choice (Tommen Baratheon x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 2  (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 3 (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Moments (Jon Snow x Fem!Reader)

Never Again (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone pt 2 

Not Alone pt 3

Not Alone pt 4

Not Alone pt 5

Shy (Eggsy x Fem!Reader)

Stay (Charles Xavier x Reader)

The One I Want (Robb Stark x Fem!Reader)

Watchful Eyes (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Wounds (Francis Freeman aka “Ajax” x Fem!Reader)

You Don’t Have to Hide (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Fanfiction (mostly old stuff)

A Blessing And A Curse (Underage OFC & Parental Figure!Bane/Talia) - on hold

A Face I Couldn’t Forget, Even If I Tried (The Joker x OFC Julia) - on hold

Face the Music (Eames x Wife!OFC Sophia) - on hold (wattpad) (ff.net)

The Fire In Your Veins (Bane x OFC Natalie) - on hold (wattpad) (a03) (ff.net)

The Price (Enid & Father Figure!Negan) - on hold (a03) (wattpad)

You Found Me (Tommy Conlon x OFC Danielle Cassidy) - on hold (ff.net) (a03)

Headcanons

Harley Quinn (Dating)

Reggie Kray (Shy/Affectionate Reader)

Sean Cassidy AKA Banshee (First Time)

CYOA

Restart (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader) *on hold*

RPF (AU ONLY)

The Wreckage - Tom Hardy x Reader (Zombie Apocalypse)

The Forgotten - Chris Evans x Fem!Reader (Semi Post-Apocalyptic)

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Chris Hemsworth Characters

New! A03 links included in the works

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Fics (complete)

Decided by fate

Featured in…

Triple Frontier universe

As long as I’m alive

Upcoming

The road to you - tba

Later, Tba

Werebear Tyler (x)

✨✨✨ Steve Abnesti ✨✨✨

Tba

[cockslutpadalecki]

Any Fandom Goes Masterlist

Please heed the warnings before reading.

Guide: Fluff ♡ Angst ❅ Smut ⚤ Dark ⊗ Questionable Themes ⍨

⤞ The Last of Us (TV)

It’s Chemicals That Make Me Cling To You - Joel Miller ❅⚤

Don’t Be Cute, Be Nasty - Joel Miller ⍨⚤

⤞ Top Gun Maverick

All For You - Jake “Hangman” Seresin ♡❅⚤

⤞ The Boys

American Beauty / American Psycho - Soldier Boy (& Captain America) ⚤

⤞ Spiderhead

O-B-D-X - Steve Abnesti ⊗⚤

⤞ Uncharted (Film)

Seven Minutes In Heaven - Nathan Drake ♡⚤

⤞ Sons of Anarchy/Mayans MC

Hurts - Jax Teller ♡❅⚤

The Wicked - Angel Reyes ⚤

⤞ Riverdale

Time After Time - FP Jones ⚤

⤞ One Direction

One Shots

Fanfiction

[justjams2003]

Pretty mouth

A/N: Heyo, I couldn’t not write this. Steve would most definitely spoil his girl. I’m thinking of adding a part 2 of this? Tell me what you think? Or any suggestion for part 2. Request are open and I will start working on the ones I already have tomorrow.

Summary: While on holiday you’re invited on a yacht with some very rich people. Steve catches your eyes and with the help of some N-40 you two are immediately attached to each other.

Pairing: Sugardaddy!Steve Abnesti x reader

Warnings: Age differnce; mention of teacher-fucking; cock-sucking; drugs; alcohol; praise kind; rough cock-sucking; man-handling; public make-out; teasing; fxm; no mention of skin colour+body type (tell me if I miss any)

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You’ve always been someone who throws caution into the wind. You rarely think of the consequences of things. As long as you got that instant gratification you wanted, you did not care how you got it. You don’t care what drug you have to take or what man you’d have to seduce. Of course, when a handsome man invited you on his yacht, you were happy to join.

You’d just graduated high school by the skin of your teeth. You’d have fuck at least a few teachers to get that perfect A your parents always asked for. They’d promise you a big graduation getaway after all. You and your friends went to the beaches of Australia. You heard the men there were to die for.The rumours were most definitely not wrong.

A lot of them were chiselled or tanned or had that sun-bleached hair look to them. They were falling at your feet. At every bar, you were getting free drinks or at least were flirted with. You were in heaven. You were most definitely getting the attention you daily craved.

Then one day you and your friends had hired a jet boat and were zooming across the ocean. When you heard the sounds of a jet engine and pumping music, you all followed after. Catching up you saw something very fun. Men, obviously drunk or high, and most likely loaded with money.

You stopped the boat right next to them. You all cheered, getting their attention. Of course, you would. You’re a group of young, hot new adults dressed in skimpy bikinis and swim shorts. Those men turned to you and they seemed to glow up.

Especially one man in particular.His eyes are hidden by classy sunglasses, he’s dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of short trunks and a glass of whisky in his hand. “Well hello, beautiful,” he shines a pair of pearly whites to you. Even if your friends fan around, somewhere you knew his eyes were ogling you.

Usually, you take compliments easily, yet for some reason he had you blushing at a simple word. “Hello handsome,” you flirt back, leaning just a bit closer. “Mind if my friends and I hop on?” You ask, flashing a smile, hoping to be more convincing.

He shrugged and look around at the men on the boat. They all nod eagerly. Who was he to deny? “Of course, I am sure this party could use some more fun.” He jokes, everyone laughs with him. You glowered at the attention and, with help of the workers, climbed onto the boat. They tied up your speed boat, making sure it doesn’t get washed away.

Immediately all the men gravitated toward your posse. Handing them drinks, pumping the music and dancing. Their hands all grasping at something to touch. They all seemed just a bit older than you usually wanted. Though that did not stop you, you know that just means they have more money.And you dearly loved money.

However, right now you are focused on one person. He piqued your interest. Why is your body reacting the way it is to this man? You grab the first cocktail you could find and plop your body down next to him. He shows a cheeky smile, “What is someone like you-” you jab a finger into his chest, “-doing with people like this?”He chuckles, placing his hand comfortably on your thigh.

“Whatever do you mean?” He gives your thigh a light squeeze, taking a sip from your whiskey. You watch those perky pink lips get wet from the alcohol. “Well, they’re old and ugly. You- well I don’t know how old you are- but you are not ugly.” You smile, your eyes stuck between those lips and his sunglasses.“If I’m not ugly, what am I?” He asks with a lifted brow. You pout out, you hate having to explain yourself. Why couldn’t people just accept what you say with blind trust?

“You’re-” you start, gathering the confidence you didn’t know you lacked. He looks at you with a smug smile, waiting for the answer.“Well, you’re hot, more than most of the people I’ve seen on this spider-infested continent.” You take a sip of your cocktail, hoping to distract yourself from your creeping blush. The taste of vodka burns your throat before the sweet tropical fruit mixes with it. Yet right after you swallow it down you feel a large hand around your jaw.

He pulls your face to look him in his eyes. “Most?” He questions and you can’t help but notice his now lack of sunglasses. God, his eyes make you force down a moan. The clearest sunshine blue you’ve ever seen. They hold such contempt and arrogance that just makes that perfect jawline so attractive.

You bite your lips at the sight. Truly, what has gotten into you? With such smooth grace, his thumb grazes over your lips. You can’t help but open up, letting his tongue slip in. You give a slight nimble and a slight suckle, tasting him and the faint whisper of whiskey.

“Well, my dear, I am developing some new drugs to help-” he trails off, his eyes flickering at nothingness, trying to find the word. “-contain some problem people. And I need these old, ugly men’s money to fund just that.” You smile, that definitely sounds fun.

“Can I have some?” You ask after he places his hand back up your thigh, just a bit higher. Your core clenches. “Are you a problem person?” He asks, his brows innocently furrowing. You smirk, trailing your hand up to his open thigh. “I could be,” there is extreme mischievousness fluttering in your voice.

He beckons over one of the workers, whispers something in his ear and then the worker runs off. “They’re still in the very first phase, so I’ll only give you a little bit.” He explains waiting for the worker to return. “While we wait, tell me, what are you doing here?” He asks, pulling your thigh over his.

Your breath hitches at just how warm his body truly is. Sure the sun is scorching down on you but his heat felt so sensual. He feels so painfully smooth like a cherry on an ice-cold night. “Graduation party, straight A’s,” you wink at him, glancing over to the sight of your partying friends.

Steve’s eyes sparkle with mischief, “I’m guessing you didn’t exactly earn any of them.” It’s more of a statement than a question. How dare he assume like that? He’s not wrong though and the fact that he seems to already know you and your antics like the back of your hand.

You smirk, leaning closer to him, right at the point that your nipples rub against his chest. “Oh but I worked so very hard,” you tease him, your breath is icy cold against his hot skin. He growls, his large hand slithers down and wraps around your ass. He gives a good squeeze, causing you to yelp.

Then appears the worker again. You watch as he opens a glass vile with a blue liquid. He pours the slightest bit into your cocktail, letting the blue yang right atop the orange liquid. The man then quickly leaves. “Drink up baby girl,” he whispers in your ear.

He takes the cocktail from your hands and pours it down your throat. There is a very dangerous gleam in his eye. One that you can tell is concocting future plans of pure evil intend. That doesn’t cause you to back away. No, it brings heat between your legs and butterflies over your core.

It takes a moment, the last moment you had before your life would change for good. You’re wet, the drug causes a sudden and extreme pleasure to overcome you. All for the man in front of you. He looked good before but now-. Now he looked ravishing. You wanted him deep, deep inside you. For him to tear you open and use you like a rag-doll.He could tell, the leg you’re resting on is slick with your juices. His pants grew much too tight for him. He knows he must get you out of here soon. Steve could see the animalistic need grow in your eyes. Already you’re grinding yourself against his thigh. Your body begs for any form of possible friction.

You leave the cocktail mid-air and grab onto the man in front of you’s face. Your lips press tightly against his, just as tight as your legs do around his waist. You moan against his lips, swiping your tongue against Steve’s plump mouth. His entrance opens for you to explore, and you do.Your grinding grows more urgent, more frantic. Moan escape your mouth and slip into his. However, neither of you were fish and needed air. As you escape a, “Fuck, little girl,” You can feel his dick grow big and hard against your body. At the feeling, you grow even wetter. Your pussy is needy and throbbing all just for him.

Yet before you can continue to hump yourself against him, he grabs your thighs and stands up. You shriek, however it is overshadowed by your desperate want. Your mouth latches onto his neck, right below his jaw. You lick and suck on the tendons and thick veins.

“Where are you taking me?” You don’t really care, right now he could throw into a volcano, as long as you got to have him first. “I’m taking you somewhere where I can put that pretty mouth to good use.” He groans out, his hips buckling ever so slightly against your skin.

Your bikini is very small and he could smell the arousal pouring from you. His words light your body on fire. You barely notice as your back hits the soft bed. All you notice is Steve’s voice, “On your knees. Now.” it takes everything in him not to do it by himself.

He considers it, seeing you crawl over to where he’s standing. Getting off the bed and onto your knees. From this angle, he can see perfectly down your bikini top. At those plump round breasts that now press against his knees. He pulls down his swim shorts.

You gasp, he’s huge. He had only given you a little bit of N-40, plus it was very much not complete yet. Therefore you still have a lot of tease left in you. At first, the drug made your needs so urgent. Though now, you could enjoy teasing him. It is one of your favourite past times. Watching men writhe under your body and beg for something, anything.

Some people thought you were sadistic like that. You don’t care, anything to give you the rush. The rush you feel now. You take his big cock, so delicately. Your pink tongue gives small licks against his red and bursting tip. Lapping up the pre-cum that you’ve caused.

Steve does not like this. Things aren’t happening fast enough for his liking. He might take months to perfect his chemicals but he does not have months for this. No- he wants to mouth fuck you now. He growls again, taking a fistful of your hair and pushing his entire monster cock into your little mouth.

Tears form around your eyes and you gag violently. He doesn’t care. He will do anything to get what he wants. He grabs your head once more and thrusts. You groan out but he doesn’t stop. He does it again and again. Loving the feeling of your mouth around his dick.

“Work that pretty mouth sweet cheeks. Or else I’ll be doing a lot worse than this.” He threatens you, others would feel scared and even start shaking. Not you, this only turns you on more. With great effort, you start sucking. Using your mouth muscles to hollow out a spot for him.

He moans at the action, throwing his head back and gripping your hair tighter. “So good for daddy,” he mumbles out, cherishing this perfect feeling. You continue your work, taking as much as you can deep into his mouth. Tears fill your eyes and you can barely see.

You don’t need to see to relish his cock. Yet still, you look up, to see his face as you suck him off. That is what does it for Steve. Seeing the want, desire and submission in those watery eyes. “Oh god- I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna drink it up like a good little girl.“

You moan as your only response. Your tongue swirling around him, putting more focus on the sensitive tip. You can feel him growing tighter. His veins popping and his girth and length increasing even more. The vibration your mouth makes sends him tumbling.

White-hot seed fills your mouth. Already you start swallowing, hoping to make him happy and show you enjoyed all of him. You revel in the taste of his salty-sweet pleasure. And as he pulls from your mouth, still semi-hard, you open up to show your hard work.

He gives a wild smirk, sin dancing in his eyes. “Oh, I’m gonna have that dainty mouth of yours screaming my name.” He says, his voice husky with lust and devilry. “And what might that be?” You ask, only now realising that you don’t know.

“Steve. Steve Abnesti. But you may call me daddy.”

[justjams2003]

Hey I just happened to read your Steve Abnesti x reader smut & it was just awesome💯

So I was thinking if you could make a Steve Abnesti x Male reader smut where the reader is the youngest recruit of spiderhead project. You can include age difference, size difference, slight feminization and dirty talk . The reader is, of course, bottom. It'd be lovely if you add blowjob(steve recieving). Smut happens in steve's bedroom

Please do consider this request. Thank you!😊❤️

Hello dear! I always enjoy taking requests. So thank you very much for asking. I hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Steve Abnesti x male!reader

Warnings: Dirty talk, size difference, mxm, blowjob, nicknames, tell me if I miss any

Summary: It's smut, except you're cute and tiny

Word count: 2k

Unedited

Steve didn’t think much of you on paper. Your crime didn’t seem that bad in his mind. A bunch of petty thefts that then lead up to one big robbery. Though, as he read through the papers, something didn’t feel right. You’re smart, great grades in high-school and leading up. Why the theft? Why the robbery? Why did you get caught?

Steve didn’t think much of you on paper. Your crime didn’t seem that bad in his mind. A bunch of petty thefts that then lead up to one big robbery. Though, as he read through the papers, something didn’t feel right. You’re smart, great grades in high-school and leading up. Why the theft? Why the robbery? Why did you get caught?

Those big doe eyes. The way you look up at him, having to crane your neck just to peer into his eyes, as if he were the thing you’d been searching most for in life. He feels so special, so honoured to be gazed on by you. He wants to hold you, fuck you, anything to just be closed to you.

“Mark?” Steve calls, not even turning his head, needing to keep his eyes on you. “Yeah, Steve?” He asks, his head snapping up to Steve from his seat. “Why don’t you go help someone else? I’ll handle things here,” he gives a pretend smile, using his hand to shoo him off.

The younger boy sighs, looking between you and his boss. He drops his head in defeat. He places his screwdriver back into the box and meanders out of there. Steve’s eyes snap up, sharply watching to make sure Mark is gone. “Good heavens. He’s quite a bore isn’t he?” Steve chuckles, throwing his thumb over his shoulder.

You can’t help let a smile graze your lips. “Why is he a bore but you aren’t?” You bite back, of course, snappy as always. “I’m not bore because…” he trails off, thinking for a moment. Then he shrugs, “I made this place happen?” He suggests, gazing up to look around, only to meet your eyes again.

Your short curls bounce as you shake your head. “What makes this place so different from any other?” Steve is taken back by the question. He decided to turn the conversation elsewhere. “I’ll show you, all in due time.” He gently takes your chin in his hand and gives a slight wink.

Your pale cheeks blush. The sight makes Steve’s pants grasp tight against his bulge. Then his touch roams elsewhere. Light feathers of brush falls down your arm and gently grazes your back as he circles you. He crouches down and slightly lifts your shirt up.

You shiver at the feeling, his soft fingers gently tickling your skin. Steve lightly chuckles, “Sorry, cold fingers,” he apologizes, watching your reaction. He picks up the screwdriver and unlocks your mobi-pack. He decides to take a different turn than before.

He chooses to replace all the I-16 with his N-40. He didn’t need it after all. Seeing you replaced all the N-40 he would ever need. “What is that, you’re putting in?” You ask, turning to look over at Steve. He smiles up at you and again you can’t help but blush.

You press your cold hands against your hot cheeks. He shrugs, “It’s what you’re here for.” A laugh escapes your lips and you hear Steve close the pack again. “What’s so funny?” He asks, standing at his full height again. Towering over you.

You lift your shoulders in a shrug. “You make me laugh,” a smile overcomes you as you peer up at him with your eyelashes. “I can make you do a lot more than laugh,” he bends down, whispering in your ear. A shiver runs over you again.

Without another thought you fly up. Your lips connect, the kiss is strong and passionate. Your needy and can’t help but want more. Steve’s hands roam your body. He lands on your waist, his thumbs desperately caress your v-line. The taller man escapes for air.

“Let’s go elsewhere,” he nods, using all his persuasive skills. Though, none is needed as already you were ready as ever. He grabs your hand and guides you all the way to his room. Though no time is spared and the moment the door is locked you are all over each other.

His grip is tight on your waist, but his other hand reaches down your jeans and into your boxer. His hands grope your ass with such pleasure. You groan deep into his mouth. His tongue overpowering yours, making sure to taste every inch of your mouth.

The tent in his pants grows bigger. He lets go of your mouth with a slight pop. Your spit combines and and drools down both your chins. “On your knees, pretty boy,” he groans out. With ease intertwining your hair in his hand and pushing you down.

The sight of his dress pants, causes yours to grow as well. You lick your lips and with haste you undo his belt and pull his pants and boxers off. His massive cock jumps out. Eager and swollen. Ready for any sort of touch. You take the shaft in your hand. 

A groan falls from Steve’s lips, seeing how small your hands are compared to his shaft. You open your mouth a lick up all the pre-cum oozing out. You take the tip in your mouth. Swirling and tasting his musk of sea salt and sweat.

“Don’t fucking play with me, baby boy, you won’t like when I do the same.” He sighs out, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look in those ocean eyes of his. You grin and nod, you can’t help it, your growing tent calls for attention too and my, his cock just looks so delicious.

The need takes you over, you open your mouth and take all of him deep in you. Tears spring at your eyes and that sight only makes Steve grow bigger. “Fucking hell,” he throws his head back, consumed by the thought of your warm mouth around his thick cock.

His grip tightens around your short hair again, you know what to do. You head bobs up and down. Your tongue swirls all around him, covering each vein on his thick length. You suck, as hard as you can, relishing at the groans, moans and curses flying out of Steve’s mouth.

“Fuck, little boy, you’re doing so good,” his voice his thick with lust. His need pours out to and the sweet names he calls you makes your dick stands straight and your asshole clench. A moan flies through your mouth, causing reverberations.

A moan escapes him once more. “I’m going to cum, and you’re going to drink it all up like a good little boy,” Steve groans out, his grip tightening on you. You can’t respond of course. You hollow out your mouth, sucking as hard as you can. Using your small hands to jerk off whatever you can’t take in.

You feel the hot feathers of cum pour down your throat. You swallow whatever you can. Steve groans out, his head swinging back and words of affirmation flows from his mouth. Follow by several curses. You can feel the flow stop and Steve pulls out with a pop.

“Christ baby boy,” he sighs out, his eyes dazed. You grin out and stick your tongue out. Proudly showing that you followed his orders exactly. He grins at the sight, taking your jaw in his hand and bringing you up. “What would you like me to do? Mhm?” Steve asks, bending down to grasp those doe eyes of yours.

“I want you to fuck me,” you gasp out, obviously out of breathe. Though adrenaline floods you. Excitement bubbles between the two of you. “Then I will make you scream my name,” he pulls you in for a kiss. He can taste himself on you. It fills his cock with lust once more.

Without wasting another second, he throws you down on the bed. He pulls your shirt from your body. He grins at the sight. He leans down, kissing all over. Leaving bright red marks on your colour bone. All over, small moans escapes from your lips.

He makes his way all the way down to your stomach. He licks and sucks every crevice he can find. Your crotch is on fire with need. Your v-line is being attacked by the much bigger man. “By god, your body, little one.” He admires the slight curve of your waist.

His eyes soaking you all in. “Steve, please,” you moan out, unable to take the anticipation anymore. A low chuckle escapes his lips. “Needy boy, aren’t you?” He jokes, watching your reaction closely. You can only huff and pout with the now abused lips.

Steve shakes his head, then in one swift movement he flips you over. He pulls down your denim and boxers with ease. He takes in the sight of you fully erect and puckering asshole. “By gods,” he mutters under his breathe. Then sucks his fingers wet.

He eases you open and then inserts one finger into you. You groan out and he coos at you. He pumps a few times until he can feel you’re ready. He adds another finger, does the same, then another. “By god, you feel so good,” you whine, ready as ever.

“Alright, alright, enough,” he coos out, ready to fulfill his promise. You can feel him pluck out his fingers, then teases his tip. He trails up, leaving soft kisses on your back. Then when his sloppy licks reaches your neck, he enters you with a deep thrust.

A gasp escapes your lips then a hiss. “I can’t, you’re so big,” you whimper out, tears forming at your eyes. You can hear Steve is already gasping. “You’re gonna be okay, fuck,” he mutters out. Barely able to focus. You’re so tightly wrapped around him.

The size difference is clear as ever. He’s so much taller than you but this is different. His cock is deep inside you as your hole gobbles him up. He then pulls out only to shove back into you. You gasp out and he kisses, sucking on your shoulder, hoping to less the pain.

Though, as he does it over and over again it’s quick to happen. The moan of you moan out. It’s a mixture of curses and a battle for each other. You turn your head, you both latching on to each other’s mouths. Sucking and kissing. The heavy slaps of skin squelches in the room.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so tight,” He calls out, he can feel his balls tightening. Right then he hits that perfect sweet spot. You can hear the same sensation he is. By gods, this is like nothing you’ve felt before. He hits the g-spots again. “Steve, I’m gonna- uh-” you can barely speed with him rapidly thrusting into you like a racehorse.

He nods, “I know, me too, cum for me baby,” he groans out, his hands grip around your hips. He takes your tighs and pushed himself deep inside you. Right on that perfect spot. You scream out in an amazing orgasm. Your asshole clenches, pulling tight against him.

Hot semen flows from the two of you. You both moan in a battle of voices. You’re entirely exhausted. Though you’re entirely euphoric. So is Steve but still he rides out his high. Until finally he plops down next to you. You both heave and you can already feel how sore you’re going to be tomorrow.

But still, “Wow,” you both can’t help but call out. “I should have gone to prison sooner,” you giggle out. He can only sigh and allow you to crawl into his arms.

[justjams2003]

Masterlist

Steve Abnesti:

Pretty Mouth: Summary: While on holiday you’re invited on a yacht with some very rich people. Steve catches your eyes and with the help of some N-40 you two are immediately attached to each other.

Pretty Mouth Pt2

Nightmares

All for you: Summary: Jeff got to use N-40 with Y/N. Afterwards he can't help but want to do so once more. When he mentions so to Steve, Steve gets furious. Dosing him with Darkenfloxx and calling Y/N to watch.

Distractions: Summary: After Jeff discovers Steve’s plans, Steve panicks and Y/N is forced to pilot them to safety.

Free Fridays: Summary: There are many things you miss about the outside world. And after an incident with Rogan, Steve makes sure do get Y/N out of the Spiderhead

New boy:  It's smut, except you're cute and tiny

Prove it: Steve corrupts an innocent reader. 

Blossoms-PotO Fic

Summary: A young author travels away from her family to The Opera she has heard so much about. She lost and confused and yet still seems to get a job there as a cleaner. Yet when she meets a mysterious man there, everything changes. Her mind is entirely consumed, but will she allow her burning need for him consume her life as well? 

The Mandolorian

Hold Still: Summary: During a long flight, Y/N gets bored. While Din tries to reward Y/N for their good behaviour so far, they get interrupted. Now Din has to get them out of harms way, all while inside Y/N.

Little onesies: While on your way to Tatoine Din gets you ready

Salvaging: Din decided you are far to pregnant to help with his bounties, but he does let you watch.

Henry Cavill

New Thrill: Summary: Being annoyed with all the gaming Henry’s been done recently, you act out wanting for attention. He makes sure to give it to you, all with his dear friend on the phone.

The inevitable: Henry helps you through your medical problems

Dirty: You’d come to set to bring Henry his lunch, only to find him rolling around in the mud. You can’t help but take laugh and take a video.

Kal’s Sixth Sense: Henry notices that Kal has been acting weird lately. Following you around everywhere. When those two pink lines shows up on the pregnancy test, things makes sense.

Treat yourself: You plan on going to the shop, grabbing some money from Henry’s wallet to see how he reacts.

Surprise: You and the interviewer make plans to surprise Henry while on his busy press tour.

Between two Gods: In a world with Alpha, Betas and Omegas, you never thought you'd find your true mate. But you did, but it turns out to be mates. And not just any two Alphas, the strongest two Alphas on earth (and some galaxies.) Come join us as you tackle the life of being mates to thor Odinson and Superman.

Cuddles for breakfast: You and your daughter surprise Henry for father’s day.

Thor Odinson:

Snippit: (Drabble taken from wip) Thor always seems to know where is his lover, Star is. His mother finds it simply adorable how close they are.

Snippit 2: (Drabble taken from wip) Thor takes Star (oc) to a clearing in the forest with a lake. Where he worships her body and declares his love.

Thundering return: (dark!thor x slave!reader) Thor comes home lustful after a heavy battle in need for a release. (Basically just smut) 

Galaxy of Stars: The Light Elves are told to live forever. Avoiding age for millennia, becoming over 5000 years old before growing feeble and fragile. And so at the age of 600, Star lived when Thor was born. Not that it mattered much, she herself was still considered incredibly young. A small thing, still a babe.

  You’d expect Star to live a ravishing life. Marrying another royal, growing a family and a kingdom. Being a beautiful, power princess you would believe nothing else to happen.  Yet, Star lived a truly tragic life. Living through one painful experience to the next. She left an impact on everyone she met and somehow still died a horrific death.  

Perhaps, however, I am telling you too much? Just maybe you would like to find this out all on your own. Through the power of storytelling, I could just convince you that her life wasn’t as painful as it truly is. But I do not wish to undermine the pain she went through. As she lived it, so will you. 

So many allergies: During a party, you become small and eat something you shouldn’t and have an allergic reaction. Thor has to come in and save the day

Between two Gods: In a world with Alpha, Betas and Omegas, you never thought you'd find your true mate. But you did, but it turns out to be mates. And not just any two Alphas, the strongest two Alphas on earth (and some galaxies.) Come join us as you tackle the life of being mates to thor Odinson and Superman.

Sweet Savagery: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Lewis Hamilton:

The final push: You and Lewis have been friends (turned lovers) since forever. When he’s struggling on his race he asks to talk to you on the radio. Believing you to be the only thing that could help him.

Matchmaker: Seb is the one who set you and Lewis up, it’s only sensible you honour him somehow.

Fast Pace: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Le Chiffre:

I’ll take care of you: Your gambling father actually won a poker match against Le Chiffre himself. In a bout of anger, Le Chiffre decides to take revenge

Captain Rochefort

The Captain: When Captain Rochefort enters the tavern you work at, he seems to take a liking to you.

[justjams2003]

Pretty Mouth pt2

A/N: So @charmed-asylum reposted the first Pretty Mouth saying, “Huhhh wait a minute what is his plans for I need pt 2 I’m about to faint” and it honestly made me laugh so much I just had to write pt 2. So here it is.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Abnesti x reader

Warnings: Age Difference, pussy eating, sexual punishment, degrading, begging, whining, drugs, praise kink, degrading kink, slight sadism. teasing, fxm,

Summary: It is pretty much just a smutty sequal for the last one.

Word count: 1,3k+

I might write a third part, the more time I spend on Tumblr the more ideas I have. Requests are always welcome, don’t be ashamed. Later on I’ll post for which characters too.

Your mouth pulled into a grin at his voice, “Why, but of course,” you add to the cheeky smile. “By God, I am going to ruin you.” His voice is filled with mischief and manipulation. He took in the sight of you on your knees just a moment longer. Then he takes your chin in his hand and then guides you up to the bed.

He lays you down and admires how you rub your thighs together. He can just see how soaked they are. You whine in need, “Please, daddy, please,” you beg as your hands begin to trail down to your hot core. He gives a devilish laugh at your sorrow. “Such a needy girl,” he groans out, rolling his neck.

His words don’t help your heat. Your hands vine their way to your groin and you begin palming yourself through the very small bikini bottom. Your fingers find that bundle of nerves that are now driving you wild. As you circle your clit you can’t help but beg.

When you glace up at Steve, you can’t help but go faster. The sight of those piercing blue eyes orbiting your body. Though now they look darker than before, clouded with an unknown emotion. His perfectly muscular chest heaving under the Hawaiian shirt.

A growl leaves his throat and then his hands are all over you. The previously mentioned bikini bottom is now ripped to shreds on the floor. His lips enfold yours and he can taste himself on your tongue. Those large hands fondle the curve of your breasts.

You gasp when one hand pinches your nipple. Steve’s plump pink lips suckle on the other. You bite your lip and your hands clutch his firm shoulders. Though this does not satisfy you long enough. Your hips buckle and grind against his lower waist.

Steve unlatches himself from you, the cold air hits you. You gasp at the sudden lack of warmth. He chuckles, that same wicked laugh, it sends chills down your spine. Your hair prickles and his grin spreads so sinfully. “So bratty, can’t appreciate what daddy gives you. I might just have to punish you for how ungrateful you’re being.” He coos out in fake sympathy.

Why are you enjoying this so? You’ve always liked being praised and begged for. Yet now, here this beautiful man is, belittling you so wildly. It drives you so mad and still it makes you slippery with wetness. Begging only encourages and the discipline he plans on simply melts you more.

Those sickly sweet lips kiss down your body. Sucking here-and-there, leaving marks all over. Steve’s hands pull your legs up and open. Then with strength, he pins them like that. His wet tongue licks right above your folds. Teasing you with the hot spit and then the cold air.

When he decides he’s had enough, Steve begins devouring you. That hot tongue circles your clit. Sucking on that throbbing ball of nerves. Your hands spindle down and take a bit hand full of his blond locks. It is an unbelievable struggle to keep your mouth shut.

Yet, Steve doesn’t like it that you do. He begins teasing your folds, right at your quivering entrance. Without warning his tongue enters deep inside you. From that, you can’t hold back. Your mouth flings open and moans spew out. He chuckles at your reaction, sending vibrations deep in you.

“Daddy- fuck- more, please,” you beg, your other hand wrapped in the sheets, trying to ground yourself somehow. Steve growls, pleased at the noises that escape you. His thick tongue darts in and out of you. Pulling the moans from your body as if he’s some sort of wizard.

A knot squeezes tight in your stomach. Your thighs try to clasp tight against Steve’s head but you struggle against his firm hold. Moans fall from your mouth like the acme of a symphony. All signs that your climax is crawling ever closer. All at once when the feeling overwhelms you, Steve stops.

The whine that escapes your lips is immense and filled with sheer and utter disappointment. He giggles with pure, childlike joy. “Aww, should’ve been grateful for what you got, slut,” he spits out, looking you up and down as you writhe around for that climax.

“No, no, no. Please, please,” you begin begging, needing that release right now. Your body craves for it more than anything. Your stomach hurts and your cunt is throbbing with defeat. “You can make it up to me, of course.” his words are sly and calculating.

You immediately begin nodding, not caring for whatever he would need. “Be mine, let me spoil you and discipline you. Stay by as I mould you to be my perfect plaything?” He asks, his hands ever so slightly tickling your sides. Toying with your upright nerves.

For once in your life, you stop and think about this. Does he mean forever? Do you want that? He’s made you nothing but happy so far. He’s unlocked the deep pleasures you never knew you’ve had. He’s caused more excitement than you thought the world had left to offer.

It seems like a no-brainer and so you say yes. Completely blissfully unaware of his plans for you. His grin grows wide and unrelenting. “Such a good girl, let me reward my princess, yes?” You glow at his words. This is sure to be a fun ride.

Steve’s lips find their way back to yours again. His hand palming your one boob while the other find their way to your core. Circling your clit and beginning the journey to your high all over again. Then his hand leaves your body. You look down and see his hard cock.

Pre-cum slowly oozing from him. You can feel him tease your entrance. The tip just slightly entering you. You moan, arching your back in anticipation. “Hold on dear,” he takes your hand in his. He drives into you, fully. It burns, his girth stretching you wide open.

And his length hits you in the back. You scream, squeezing his hand in hopes of transferring that pain to him. Then he begins thrusting and it feels like the pain has moved. As the burning sensation becomes so much more than that. Your mind goes blank at the pleasure within you.

He pumps over and over. The hand not holding his curl into his back. With every push, your nails scrape into his back and a moan leaves your mouth. He was so expert at keeping his pace. If you asked, “Deeper, daddy, please,” so he would. And if you asked, “Faster, daddy, please,” so he would.

It was as if you are fucking a God sent from the heaviness realms. And as you clutched deeper, his hand let go of yours and his thumb drives over your clit. Twirling it perfectly so that in that moment you can’t even speak. All you can do is moan out his name.

Moan so loudly as your knot unfurls and you cum around Steve’s cock. Your pussy clenches him so strongly. Pulling him deeper in as your whole body twitches as pleasure runs through you in waves. “So good for me sweet girl. Take all my cum like the perfect cum-bucket you are.”

Then you feel his hot seed enter deep inside you. Flowing and mixing with your cum. You both reaching your high together. As if sealing this deal that you’ve made. When his high finally comes to an end, he pulls down and falls next to you. You cuddle into his side, only now realising his shirt is long gone.

“You won’t regret this, my sweet girl.” You glow at the attention but not for long. Your body is exhausted and sleep comes easily to you. Unbeknownst to you, Steve kisses your forehead and already starts brewing plans.