#Steve Abnesti

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Chris Hemsworth as Dr. Steve Abnesti in Spiderhead (2022)

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Chris Hemsworth as Steve Abnesti in Spiderhead, 2022

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[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.”

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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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Trying to write this guy.  Try being the perfect word.

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love drug

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

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 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. 

#spiderhead #chris hemsworth #steve abnesti #steve abnesti x reader #thor odison x reader #thor odinson

[pattinsonsupremacy]

jeff could fix steve if he really tried to

#spiderhead #steve abnesti #jeff #chris hemsworth #miles teller #fancam

[misalpav]

chris hemsworth needs to play more antagonist roles. man absolutely killed it in spiderhead holy shit

#spiderhead #chris hemsworth #steve abnesti #netflix #shri shut up challenge #joseph kosinski #shri's posts: spiderhead

[littlebosleepmusings]

Welcome to Spiderhead // Transgression Masterlist

A03

chapter one chapter two chapter three

#spiderhead 2022 #spiderhead #netflix spiderhead #steve abnesti x reader #steve abnesti #abnesti x reader #chris hemsworth x reader

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Pairing: Bill Hazeldine/Steve Abnesti

Summary:

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Abnesti.. I don't know why.. I-It's never happened before-", Bill stammered, his face beet red and confused.

The doctor knew he shouldn't do this, but then again, no one has practically begged Steve to corrupt them as much as this boy.

"Hazeldine", began the American, looking right into his dilated eyes through his gold-framed glasses, "do you fancy me?"

Alt moodboard (w/o quote):

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[scentgarden]

i’m just saying, i don’t think steve was interested in jeff as just a test subject

#steve abnesti #jeff #spiderhead

[youjustcantrefuse]

Chris Hemsworth as Steve Abnesti in Spiderhead, 2022

#chris hemsworth #steve abnesti #spiderhead

[thehemsworld]

Assisti Spiderhead e a unica coisa que passava na minha cabeça era dar pro Steve Abnesti/Chris. Como ele tá gostoso nesse filme, o jeito dele se comportar, ai que tesão de personagem, mas claro que isso se deve para o Chris também, ele tá maravilhoso demais 

#chris hemsworth #spiderhead #steve abnesti #netflix #chris hemsworth hot

[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.”

#steve abnesti #steve abnesti x reader #chris hemsworth #spiderhead #netflix #spiderhead netflix #smut

[ohheyalex]

“Millennials, huh? Sorry that’s a… it’s an unfair word. You think about it someone arbitrarily decides that everyone born between this date and that date, they all act the same, It’s like a…horoscope but stupider.” - Steve Abnesti

this movie man 🫠🫠

#spiderhead #steve abnesti #movies

[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.

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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.

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