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This is my little self-indulgent blog featuring my fics for Sam Wilson.
I'm open to Sam Wilson/Reader prompts in my asks, if anyone has any to send in. I'm also open to doing Sam/OC.
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OC Introduction: Katie Trevor
Fic List:
Sam Wilson/OC:
Just Breathe - Oneshot
Learn to Fly (Andie Knight)
Red String Theory (Alex Jordan)
Andie Knight: Cute Girl At The Front Desk (Andie Knight) - Oneshot
Lovetacular (Andie Knight)
5 Times Andie Knight Pined For Sam Wilson + 1 TIme.... (Andie Knight)
UPS1D3 D0WN & 1NS1D3 0UT (Katie Trevor)
18+ Explicit fics:
Worth the Wait (Andie Knight)
Sam Wilson/Reader 100 Word Drabbles:
Glad To Have You Back
Don't Pick Me
Starry Night
VA Front Desk
Dance With Me?
Sam Wilson/Reader:
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Colour Your Soul
Various pairings:
Pride 2026 Fics
credit to @lgbtq-userboxes
What is heteroflexible?
The heteroflexible flag explained
Just a graphic for Nic Forester from my Jurassic World soulmates AU fic, Slowly.
Summary:
Nic Forester doesn’t have a soulmark. Her whole life people have teased and bullied her over it. But when she lands her dream job at Jurassic World, she thinks all of that’s behind her - especially since she lies to her co-workers about having a soulmark.
When she finally gets her soulmark thanks to Owen Grady’s touch, she almost wishes she hadn't. Owen’s very vocal about his disappointment and she storms off, avoiding him as much as possible from then on.
Until the Indominus escapes.
Rating: M
Pairings:
Owen Grady x OC
Claire Dearing x OC
Excerpt:
Approximately 3.2% of the world's population was born without a soulmark, a mark somewhere on their body that grows into the first words their soulmate will speak to them. Of that small percentage, around half will appear later in life - some through chance, some by actually touching their soulmate - while the other half never gets their soulmark. Some people have speculated that this is because they don't have a soulmate, the more religious people in the world believe they're cursed by their god. But many go on to live happy lives, with or without a partner.
Nic Forester was one of these unlucky few.
Her parents wanted her to know she was loved, regardless; however, her aunt and uncle shunned her for it. After her parents were murdered by poachers while on a camping trip, her aunt and uncle took her in and their treatment of her only got worse. The only saving grace was her cousin, Eric. Eric showed her she was loved, protected her, and as soon as he was able to move out on his own, he took her with him and looked after her.
Unfortunately, that didn't stop people from bullying her well into her adulthood over her lack of soulmark.
It wasn't until she was hired at Jurassic World as an IT service desk worker that she learned to lie about her soulmark. When people asked, she told them it was somewhere she'd rather not show and they accepted that.
Mostly, though, she managed to avoid all talk of soulmates or redirect the conversation when it came up by getting another round of drinks at the bar.
The only time she regretted not having one was when she saw Owen Grady. A little over six feet tall, built like a brick shithouse, and absolutely gorgeous. Those blue-green eyes of his made her melt!
Too bad he'd never notice her. She’d seen the parade of women he’d taken to his bungalow and she looked nothing like them. Every one of them was athletic and confident with fiery red or bleach blonde hair. Nic had mousy brown hair, and she was only confident when backed into a corner - her cousin, Eric, had compared her to a wild animal once. Not the most flattering comparison, if you asked her.
Not to mention that Own had his soulmark, so the odds were pretty damn good that was never going to happen. The number of times she’d seen him working shirtless in the sun, soulmark on full display….
Summary:
You and your boyfriend, Owen Grady, find a mysterious plant with aphrodisiac properties on Isla Nublar. When you take too long to check in, Claire comes looking for you both.
Pairing: Owen Grady/Claire Dearing/Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smutty smut, sex pollen, slight D/s, threesome
When you’d decided to go out into the field to find the plant you had seen on the security cameras, you’d figured having Owen go with you would be a great idea. Any creatures you ran across that could harm you, your badass boyfriend could take care of it.
What you didn’t expect was, almost the second you had the plant bundled into the back of the palaeobotany van, the indescribable need for him. Part of you wondered if there was some sort of aphrodisiac in the plant, but that thought didn’t last long. With the way Owen’s hips rocked up into you as you rode him, there wasn’t room for thinking about anything but how damn good you felt.
There wasn’t even room to remember your boss would be meeting you both in the field.
Owen bit down on your shoulder as his cock hit your g-spot, making you cry out in ecstasy. Fuck, you were glad he always carried a condom on him!
“More,” you whimpered. “Please. Owen!” You were so drunk on him, so focussed on the feel of his skin against yours, you didn’t hear your name being called or the footsteps nearing the van.
Desperate.
That was the only way to describe how you felt. Pleasure pulsed in your veins, but you needed more. And if the way he pounded up into you was any indicator, he was just as needy.
“Feels so fucking good,” he growled. His fingers grasped your hips so hard you knew you would bruise, but god if you didn’t want him to dig in harder! “So goddamn wet for me, baby.”
A string of curses left your lips, followed by breathy moans and the filthiest begging to ever leave your mouth. But, shit, if that didn’t make him fuck you harder! It felt like forever that he’d been keeping you teetering on the edge, but if you couldn’t think, you sure as hell couldn’t complain about the pure adrenaline coursing through your body, ecstasy and agony all at once.
As Owen pushed your hips into a frenetic pace against his, you heard a soft whimper in the doorway.
There stood Claire Dearing with her hand down her skirt, chewing on her bottom lip. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she watched you ride Owen, the hand in her skirt moving at an obviously frantic pace against her clit. The sight brought a flood of wetness between your legs.
You glanced back at Owen, hips slowing their frenzied pace as you silently came to an agreement. Turning back to Claire, you held a hand out to her and waited.
For a tense moment, she seemed to consider her options - or possibly consider how wildly inappropriate this all was. But whatever was in the air got the best of her and she stepped forward, hand slipping into yours as you pulled her in for a kiss. You’d never considered a threesome before. Or being with another woman. But your inhibitions were so low they were practically on the other side of the damn planet.
And going by the way her tongue pushed into your mouth, so were hers.
A weak moan trembled in your throat as Owen trailed his lips over your neck and shoulders. Your hand let go of his shoulder to cup Claire’s cheek as you kissed, while the other hand reached up to unbutton her blouse.
By contrast to the roughness of your boyfriend, her skin was soft, her touches gentle. She helped you throw her blouse away, then pulled back to work her skirt over her hips.
Owen nipped gently along your shoulders and neck as you watched her strip. When she started to slip out of her bra and panties, you tugged gently on his hair to watch with you as you rocked slowly on his cock.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured as she dropped her bra.
“Mmmhmm,” you agreed, kissing his jaw.
Owen spun slightly so he could lay down in the truck and pushed your hips into a steady rhythm. His eyes drifted over to Claire and he held a hand out to help her sit on his face.
Claire gasped when his hands slipped from your waist to her thighs and pulled her down. “Oh god! Owen!” Pleasure rolled across her features as she bit down on her lip and rode his tongue. Owen was right, she was gorgeous!
Her hands grabbed your waist and helped you continue your pace against his hips. “He’s…he’s got a talented mouth,” you moaned.
You leaned forward to kiss her as she whimpered her agreement, your hands cupped her face, holding her close. The softness of her lips, the light patterns she traced on your hips, the way she moaned into your mouth.
And Owen. His hips pressed up into you, his cock filling you up perfectly.
It didn’t take long for them to have you teetering on the edge again.
“Shit,” you gasped.
It took you a minute to connect the loud slap to Claire’s moan and her heavily lidded eyes. Obviously you weren’t the only one who enjoyed being spanked, who loved a rough partner. Or, in this case, partners.
You pushed your thumb into her mouth, trying not to drool as you watched her suck on it. “Good girl,” you purred.
Never would you have imagined yourself to be the type to enjoy watching your boyfriend go down on another woman, but those little sounds she was making lit every nerve on fire with pleasure.
And the bedroom eyes she gave you as she sucked and licked at your thumb….
“Claire,” you breathed. “Tell me how close you are.”
Whatever Owen did, she cried out in ecstasy. Good god, he really did have a talented mouth.
”Close,” she moaned around your thumb. “So close. Feels so good.”
Your other hand trailed across her skin, teasing her collarbone and stopping just shy of her breasts. What sounds would she make for you if you ran your thumb over her nipples, if you bent to suck and lick and tease?
”Can I?” you asked breathlessly, watching the way her mouth moved with every sound she made.
“Please,” she sighed, flicking her tongue over your thumb as you pulled it from her lips.
Both of your hands slid slowly over her body to her breasts and you glanced up through your lashes into her eyes, checking that she really was okay with you touching her.
The lip worried between her teeth, the gasp, Owen moaning up into her - you were fucking soaked.
At her nod, you gently brushed your thumbs over the peaks, groaning at the way she moaned your name. “Shit, Claire,” you panted.
Claire arched into your hands as Owen grabbed your hips and pulled you back into your previous frenetic pace, matching you thrust for thrust as you explored Claire’s chest. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Owen let out a heady groan, muffled by his task.
And Claire watched you through lust-filled eyes, moaning wantonly.
“Tell me how close you are, Claire.”
Her eyes drifted shut and she gasped, not that you could blame her for not having the words - not when Owen’s tongue was expertly pushing her further and further. “Close,” she mewled. “Please.”
“Look at me.” You grasped her chin roughly, desperate to see the fireworks in her eyes when she finally came.
If anyone had asked, you never would’ve guessed your badass, in charge boss to be so damn submissive. But there she was, glazed eyes fixed on you, waiting for you to tell her what to do. With Owen, you were the more submissive one and you loved it. But the chance to be dominant with Claire….
The next word to leave your lips did so unbidden. “Beg.”
A deep moan rumbled in her chest, her tongue flicking over her lips as a shiver visibly ran up her spine. “Please.”
Owen pulled you down hard on his cock, the movement of your hips and his becoming more disjointed, more frantic. A deep-seated need was bubbling just below the surface, ready to blow at any second. But you wanted Claire to cum first.
“Please what,” you rasped. God, if Owen kept this up, you weren’t going to be able to walk or drive! “Tell me what you want. What do you need?”
“Make me cum,” she cried out, whining weakly. The idea of having someone as powerful as Claire at your mercy…. You could see why Owen loved being dominant so much. “Please let me cum! Please!”
Tightening your grip on her chin as you teased her breast, you growled, “Cum for us, Claire. Show us how good we’re making you feel.”
Your name and Owen’s left her lips in a sharp gasp as she braced her hands on Owen’s chest. “Oh god!” Every muscle in her body visibly tensed as you watched the rapture roll over her features, then she released with a deep groan that went straight between your legs.
Waves of fire sent shivers from your pussy right through to every nerve in your body as you were consumed by pleasure. Owen and Claire could be screaming, but you wouldn’t have heard a word over the white noise pounding in your ears, the pure ecstasy coursing through you. All you knew was Owen and Claire and the almost painful satisfaction that lit you up.
You had no idea how long it had been before you came down. But the look on Claire’s face as she watched you nearly had you cumming again. “Fuck,” you panted, trying to catch your breath.
Claire reached forward but stopped halfway, shook her head, and seemed to find her bearings. She stood abruptly and began getting dressed, redness blooming on her cheeks. “We don’t speak of this. Ever.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Owen murmured, licking at the slick on his lips with a satisfied smirk.
Biting down on a chuckle, you lightly slapped his chest to admonish him. “Be nice.”
Without another word, Claire slipped into her heels and left you still slowly coming down from your high.
“Help me bag the plant?” you asked Owen as you stood. “Don’t want anyone else to…be affected.”
Owen chuckled and got to his feet, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed your neck. “That was diplomatic,” he murmured. “But we should go back to the bungalow to shower first. You’re fucking filthy.”
Spinning around in his arms, you reached up to wipe at the wetness on his chin with your thumb. “Not the only one,” you said, watching as he sucked the digit clean.” Part of you was tempted to push him down on the ground again, but you had enough clarity of mind to repeat, “We need to bag the plant.”
The next day you had the opportunity to check the plant out properly and run some tests. And, while you weren’t surprised you were right about it being an aphrodisiac, you were surprised at just how potent it was.
Then again, with how hard the three of you had gone at it yesterday, you probably shouldn’t have been at all shocked.
You made sure any other plants on the island were tracked down by teams in proper biohazard suits and had them locked up or destroyed. Luckily it didn’t seem like there were that many, and none of them were in areas of the park populated by tourists.
At the end of the day, you went home and told Owen about it, annoyed when he laughed.
“It’s not funny, Owen!” you insisted.
He smirked and put down the wrench he was holding, then stood up from his bike and put his arms around your waist. “It’s a little funny,” he murmured, bending to kiss you.
But you pulled back and stormed into the bungalow. Not that you didn’t enjoy yesterday, but it would’ve been nice for it to be fully voluntary and not make things awkward with your boss! And now you couldn’t even look her in the eyes. She’d passed you in the halls a few times during the day, cheeks red with embarrassment as she avoided any and all conversation.
“Come on, babe,” Owen shouted after you. His footsteps crunched in the leaves as he followed you. “It’s not that bad.”
“I can’t even…Claire’s avoiding me and she’s my boss,” you huffed, crossing your arms as you spun to face him. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”
Owen sighed and pulled you into his arms, fingers running gently through your hair as he kissed the top of your head. “We’ll figure it out, baby,” he murmured. “Invite her over, let her know there are no hard feelings. Whatever we have to do.”
You almost laughed. “After everything, you think she’ll be comfortable being alone with us?” Sighing, you rested your forehead on his shoulder. “Wish we’d gone in with biohazard suits. That stupid fucking plant.”
Owen snorted a laugh and you realized your poor choice of words.
“Not what I meant,” you grumbled.
A knock at the door interrupted whatever smartass remark was coming. Instead he kissed your head again and offered to get the door. “You know,” he said. “Whatever happens, you got me. Always.”
An involuntary smile pulled at your lips as you watched him cross to the door. That was Owen - your rock in difficult times.
Claire’s voice startled you from your thoughts as Owen opened the door. She walked past Owen and looked from him to you and back, chewing on her bottom lip and fidgeting with her hands. “Can we talk?”
The three of you sat on the couch, her in the middle, and even without the damn plant it didn’t take long for the conversation to turn. Before long, the three of you were in the bedroom, naked and satiated. Part of you wondered if you would’ve figured things out without the plant, but you were starting to be grateful for the push it gave you.
Prompt: “That asshole’s no good for you. Shit, even you and I would have a better date, and you can’t stand me.”
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Pairings: Owen Grady x Reader
Word Count: 644
This was turning out to be the worst date of your life. You thought a date with someone in Asset Containment would be interesting, but no. Mark was the most boring person on the planet, barely capable of holding a conversation.
As he called the waitress over, you rolled your eyes and looked for a clock. When your eyes landed on the one behind the bar, you groaned. It had only been half an hour. Half an hour and you’d already heard about the insurance package his parents were trying to get him to buy, the broken fridge in his apartment, and his favourite tools for cleaning the kitchen.
If he kept this up, you were pretty sure your brain would melt out of your ears by the end of the night.
When Mark turned his attention back to you, you pasted on a smile and told him you needed to use the ladies room. “I’ll be right back.”
Mark stood and pulled out your chair, and you resisted the urge to snap back at him that you could get out of your chair on your own. Instead you politely thanked him and practically ran to the bathrooms.
Before you could open the door and duck inside to ask your friend to fake an emergency, a voice said, “That bad, huh?”
Great.
You slowly turned to see Owen Grady smirking at you, leaning up against the wall a few feet behind you. The one man in the entire park who could get under your skin in under half a second. Even now, three words into a conversation with him, you were ready to slap him.
“I’m not in the mood to make it worse,” you bit off.
“First of all, I’m not sure if I should be insulted or flattered that you think I could make things worse than a guy who talks to his date about insurance,” he deadpanned.
“Funny.”
“Come on, Y/N,” he said, pushing off the wall. “That idiot’s no good for you. Shit, even I’d be a better date and you can’t stand me.”
If your eyes rolled any harder, you were pretty sure they’d get stuck in the back of your head. “You’d be tolerable if you weren’t such an arrogant asshole,” you grumbled. “And it’s not hard to be a better date than someone with the personality of a wet shoe stuck in a storm drain.”
Owen laughed and you tried to ignore how much you enjoyed the sound. The stupid jerk didn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing that.
“It’s a date, then,” he chuckled.
You froze. “Excuse me?”
He reached up to tuck the lock of hair that fell from your side braids back behind your ear. If it were possible, you were certain the heat in your cheeks would’ve burned the whole bar down. “It’s a date, Piece.”
Oh god, you hated that nickname. He’d been calling you that since you met and it drove you nuts. “What the hell does that stupid nickname even mean?” you groused, slapping his hand away from your face.
Owen grinned and said, “Like a puzzle piece.” He reached behind her and pushed open the bathroom door for her. “When you’re done with Mark, I’ll be at the bar.”
You tilted your head and blinked at him, but he just gently turned you around to go into the bathroom. When you turned back, he was walking back out to the bar, leaving you incredibly confused, but curious.
A date with Owen Grady that could end in a fight or continuing the evening with Mark and his insurance?
It was a no-brainer.
Squaring your shoulders, you went back to the table to tell Mark you had to leave.
5 Encounters with Nick Van Owen on Isla Sorna + 1.... (Part 1)
Summary:
Based on the prompt:
”You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”
”Who said it had to be the bed?”
Pairing: Nick Van Owen x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, violence against satellite phones (thanks, Ian)
The absolute last person you expected to see when you agreed to go with Sarah Harding to Isla Sorna was Nick Van Owen. A few years back, he’d dated one of your former friends - which was a whole other mess you’d rather not think about in the middle of the Costa Rican jungle with who knew what snakes and spiders around. And Nick. Honestly, you weren’t sure which you should be more leery of.
While Sarah and Ian Malcolm fought, Nick kept fiddling with his camera, occasionally stealing glances at you. When you caught him, he’d look away quickly and act like he hadn’t been staring. Or like he hadn’t dumped your friend only to immediately start flirting with you. The man wasn’t to be trusted.
Rather than give into your curiosity over the looks, you approached Dr. Malcolm. Though he was in the middle of tearing into his daughter for hiding in the trailer, he also appeared to be struggling to work the radio. That poor kid didn’t need to be on the island, surrounded by predators and all kinds of unknown danger.
Sighing, you reached for the radio before Dr. Malcolm could smash it against the nearest surface again, then adjusted the settings and handed it back.
Only for him to immediately hammer it into the hood of the car he was standing next to. “Why the hell doesn’t this thing work?”
“Maybe if you weren’t doing your best to crack it open like a walnut, the components would stay in place and you could make a call,” you grumbled, taking it away from him again.
Quickly, you pulled off the backing and looked inside to see he’d dislodged the receiver. Which, of course, he had. After a quick check of the wiring, you secured the receiver again and handed it back to him.
As he tried the radio - this time without violence - you noted the message blinking on the screen.
“Still not working,” he muttered.
“That’s because there’s no signal!” you grumbled, taking it back before he could break it once and for all.
“I told you,” Eddie said. “It needs to pick up the satellite signal, it’s not a landline!”
Dr. Malcolm - Ian muttered something under his breath before storming off into the trailer with his daughter in tow and Sarah shouting after him. That left you alone with Nick and Eddie. Eddie, your wonderful boss who promptly went to inspect some of the equipment and left you nobody to talk to but Nick.
Nick smirked at you. “So tonight, after a hard day’s work - what do you say we -.”
”You’re not taking me to bed, Nick,” you growled. “Ever.”
”Who said it had to be the bed?”
The look on his face had you biting back on the urge to deck him. Instead you rolled your eyes and pushed around him to get at some of the equipment laid out in the truck bed. You were the computer engineer, after all. It was your job to make sure the computer equipment ran smoothly so the dinosaurs could be properly catalogued and tracked. Your insistence on checking equipment you knew was fresh out of the box, so to speak, had nothing to do with avoiding Nick.
A hand rested at the small of your back, tracing patterns as Nick reached over you into the jeep. When you twisted away from him with a scowl, he laughed. The bastard had the nerve to laugh!
“You really expect me to just hop into your bed after how you treated Angie?” Not that you were still friends with her, but you didn’t have to be to know he wasn’t to be trusted.
Anger flashed in his eyes, vanishing just as quickly. “Ange was…that wasn’t….”
“Wasn’t what?” you snapped. “What could you possibly say to make it okay that you so casually dumped Angie then immediately moved on to…what was her name? The showgirl.”
Nick stared right through you. “Lila was a one night stand to take my mind off -. Shit! Can’t believe Ange….” He turned away from you and stormed back to the other jeep, leaving you confused. You caught snippets of his angry muttering, but not enough to understand what he was saying.
It was probably just another tactic to get you into his damn bed anyway.
Working on an old fic request from a deleted blog. I have a backlog of five fics from that old blog. I don't have the full prompts for all of them, but I have the gist of it:
Claire Dearing/Reader - meeting Claire's family
Owen Grady/Reader - Friends to lovers, set during Fallen Kingdom
Nick Van Owen/Reader - 5+1 fic set through The Lost World plot
Ellie Sattler/Reader - first kiss
Owen Grady/Reader - soulmates AU
Plus on the OC side for oneshots:
Owen Grady/OC - Best friends younger brother AU
I also have 2 remaining xReader fics to post from the old blog:
Owen Grady/Reader/Claire Dearing - 5+1 smut
Claire Dearing/Reader - soulmates
So my question is, what do you want first out of all of these?
Choices are hard! I'm half done the Nick one, kinda getting somewhere on the Ellie one, and haven't even started the Best Friends Younger Brother one (though I do have it outlined).
Working on an old fic request from a deleted blog. I have a backlog of five fics from that old blog. I don't have the full prompts for all of them, but I have the gist of it:
Claire Dearing/Reader - meeting Claire's family
Owen Grady/Reader - Friends to lovers, set during Fallen Kingdom
Nick Van Owen/Reader - 5+1 fic set through The Lost World plot
Ellie Sattler/Reader - first kiss
Owen Grady/Reader - soulmates AU
Plus on the OC side for oneshots:
Owen Grady/OC - Best friends younger brother AU
I also have 2 remaining xReader fics to post from the old blog:
Owen Grady/Reader/Claire Dearing - 5+1 smut
Claire Dearing/Reader - soulmates
So my question is, what do you want first out of all of these?
Choices are hard! I'm half done the Nick one, kinda getting somewhere on the Ellie one, and haven't even started the Best Friends Younger Brother one (though I do have it outlined).
Working on an old fic request from a deleted blog. I have a backlog of five fics from that old blog. I don't have the full prompts for all of them, but I have the gist of it:
Claire Dearing/Reader - meeting Claire's family
Owen Grady/Reader - Friends to lovers, set during Fallen Kingdom
Nick Van Owen/Reader - 5+1 fic set through The Lost World plot
Ellie Sattler/Reader - first kiss
Owen Grady/Reader - soulmates AU
Plus on the OC side for oneshots:
Owen Grady/OC - Best friends younger brother AU
I also have 2 remaining xReader fics to post from the old blog:
Owen Grady/Reader/Claire Dearing - 5+1 smut
Claire Dearing/Reader - soulmates
So my question is, what do you want first out of all of these?
Working on an old fic request from a deleted blog. I have a backlog of five fics from that old blog. I don't have the full prompts for all of them, but I have the gist of it:
Claire Dearing/Reader - meeting Claire's family
Owen Grady/Reader - Friends to lovers, set during Fallen Kingdom
Nick Van Owen/Reader - 5+1 fic set through The Lost World plot
Ellie Sattler/Reader - first kiss
Owen Grady/Reader - soulmates AU
Plus on the OC side for oneshots:
Owen Grady/OC - Best friends younger brother AU
I also have 2 remaining xReader fics to post from the old blog:
Owen Grady/Reader/Claire Dearing - 5+1 smut
Claire Dearing/Reader - soulmates
So my question is, what do you want first out of all of these?
can i request an alan/reader fic? reader takes care of alan and helps him through his ptsd after coming back from the island. i also have a headcanon that alan was actually injured from falling off the skeleton at the end of the first film. he'd probably have the adrenaline drop after the helicopter ride. god i miss sam so much :(
Thank you for the ask.
I feel like you're either quite young or very new to fandom, so I'm going to respond with the intention of helping you in fandom going forward.
I appreciate the follow and the like on my fic, Jealousy.
However, you gave only a like on that fic with no comments and no reblogs, then hopped into my asks with a request for another fic. Your actions don't indicate that the requested fic would be appreciated, that the time I spend to write it would be appreciated.
And while I stated my ask box is open, I didn't state that I was taking requests, nor did you ask if I was.
I'm going to tell you now that to most fic writers, your request won't come off as well-intentioned, and you may even get some harsh and rude responses doing this. Or wind up with your ask deleted and your blog blocked.
Fandom is a community, and by sending in a request you are participating in that community.
Welcome! Truly. Welcome!
But if you want good and welcoming responses from authors to any asks, if you want to ask for fics, don't do what you did.
I'm not saying you can't request fic.
I'm not saying you can't do that immediately after following someone.
I am saying that your first interaction with me was a request.
You'd be better off reblogging the fic with a comment (or leave comments in the tags, if you're not comfortable with commenting in the body).
If you don't know how to comment, here's a guide to help you: How to Comment on Fanfic and Fanart!
That way you're showing appreciation for the fic and the time the author took to write it before you ask them to do something for you.
And when you hop into an ask box, please ask if they're taking requests first. (Unless it's explicitly stated on the author's blog that they do)
On top of all this, your blog has no bio.
While nobody here wants your real name and birthdate, it's common courtesy to have something indicative like "30+, call me Blue" or "under 18, call me Mango".
Just something beyond the default profile pic and something to indicate whether you are an adult or a minor.
People on this site will block you for not having that.
I say all this not to intimidate you, but to help you!
We want more people in fandom, and we want more people who will comment on our fics and request fics from us and share them around!
Fandom is a welcoming space to everyone, but you have to follow fandom etiquette. Otherwise, you risk coming across as entitled and rude.
Leave comments.
Reblog fic.
Are there authors who don't want you to do that? Sure, but they are the minority. Don't let them intimidate you away from having a good time in fandom.
People like me will welcome you into fandom with open arms and welcome your requests.
If you approach it kindly and as part of the community.
We can't make money off fanfic, we do it because we love it.
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Working on an old fic request from a deleted blog. I have a backlog of five fics from that old blog. I don't have the full prompts for all of them, but I have the gist of it:
Claire Dearing/Reader - meeting Claire's family
Owen Grady/Reader - Friends to lovers, set during Fallen Kingdom
Nick Van Owen/Reader - 5+1 fic set through The Lost World plot
Ellie Sattler/Reader - first kiss
Owen Grady/Reader - soulmates AU
Plus on the OC side for oneshots:
Owen Grady/OC - Best friends younger brother AU
I also have 2 remaining xReader fics to post from the old blog:
Owen Grady/Reader/Claire Dearing - 5+1 smut
Claire Dearing/Reader - soulmates
So my question is, what do you want first out of all of these?
Summary: Based on the prompt: "You love it like this, don't you"
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: D/s relationship, smut, oral, hair-pulling, spanking, semi-public sex
When Claire had first approached you and Owen about going back to Isla Nublar, you had both refused; it was a terrible idea! And it wasn’t like you wanted the dinosaurs to die, but bringing them to the mainland to shelter while Benjamin Lockwood, retired bazillionaire, built a new sanctuary wasn’t the best idea.
But time was running out. And soon both Islas Nublar and Sorna would be consumed by molten lava and volcanic ash. Experts had predicted the eruption would bury both islands, like Vesuvius burying Pompeii and Herculaneum.
Now you were sitting on a private jet supplied by Lockwood - all luxury and comfort with minifridges and waitstaff. The only issue was you hated flying. How the hell you’d managed to get to Isla Nublar to work was a damn miracle!
Even after the Indominus incident, Owen had bought a trailer and driven you both home through Central America. No flying involved. Your boyfriend could be a total dumbass, but at least he was a supportive dumbass. Not to mention he was your dumbass.
You leaned heavily against him as the plane took off, not even relaxing when he put an arm around you to comfort you.
“I got you, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.
The hand you’d rested on his thigh tightened its grip without you even realizing as the plane shook a little while passing through the clouds. By the time it levelled out you were nothing but a ball of tense muscles and stress.
Almost the instant the seatbelt sign switched off, you made a beeline for the bathroom and bent over the sink, splashing cold water on your face. Logically, you knew the odds of the plane crashing or getting into any trouble were slim to none, but you couldn’t control yourself. Maybe you should’ve taken something to knock you out for the trip and had Owen wake you up when you landed.
A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts.
“Baby?”
Sighing, you opened the door and Owen stepped in. God, the rich were spoiled - the bathroom was huge. Hell, there was a bench just for hand towels. Real actual towels, not the shitty paper things you’d get on a commercial flight. Not only was there a mirror over the sink, the wall opposite also had a mirror so if you looked up, you could catch yourself in an infinite cycle of throwing up in the sink.
There was even a vase in the corner with half a dozen roses. So there was more than enough room for the two of you to stand comfortably.
“You okay?” he murmured, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. Owen’s thumb caressed your cheek and he cupped your jaw.
You leaned into his touch, shaking your head. “I hate flying.”
His voice dropped to a whisper and he took a step closer, thumb pressing between your lips. “Let me help you.”
Without thinking, you started sucking and licking. You knew what he was up to and it was a welcome distraction.
“Colour?”
“Green,” you sighed around his thumb.
“‘Green’ what, baby?”
A soft moan escaped you as he pushed further into your mouth. “Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” At the same time as his other hand slid around to the small of your back, he angled your face up and bent to capture your lips in a rough kiss. The hand at the small of your back pushed your shirt up as he moved to snap your bra open in one smooth motion. “Clothes off.”
“Yes, Sir,” you breathed as he stepped back. One by one you took off each article of clothing and placed it neatly on the towel bench while his eyes burned into you, his breathing hard and ragged.
“Such a good girl for me, baby.”
The last piece of your clothing, your bra, joined the rest and you stood straight, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked up at Owen through your lashes.
Slowly, he removed his belt then ordered you to turn around and bound your hands with it as he nipped and kissed across your shoulders and back. “So pretty like this,” he murmured. When he was done he spun you back around and put his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing. “On your knees.”
For a minute, your brain shorted out, then you laughed as a completely inappropriate thought struck you. “What if we hit turbulence and I bite down?”
The corners of Owen’s lips twitched. “Good to see you’re starting to feel better,” he said. “Now get on your knees or I’ll spank that slutty ass until you can’t walk.”
The order shot straight through you, sending shivers along your spine and a flood of wetness between your legs. Owen could read you the phone book and you’d melt, but when he talked like that? You were absolutely lost. “Yes, Sir.” If he kept this up, you might not even need any damn lube.
You dropped to your knees as he pulled his cock out of his jeans and held it out for you with one hand. Even after three years together, you were still in awe of just how perfect his cock was - big, but not too big; thick, but not too thick; and shit the way he curved up against your g-spot! You couldn’t wait to have him inside you.
Owen looked down at you, eyes nearly black with arousal as his other hand threaded in your hair, holding it away from your face. “Beg.”
“Please,” you whimpered.
His fingers tightened in your hair, reminding you who was in charge.
“Please, Sir,” you corrected yourself.
Owen tugged your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Use all your words, bad girl.”
“Sorry, Sir! Please,” you begged, breathing becoming more ragged. “Please let me suck your cock, Sir. Please!”
“Open, baby,” he said. “Tongue out.”
You immediately obeyed, tongue lolling over your bottom lip as you stared up at him, waiting for his next move.
“Look at you,” he panted. His fingers left your hair and trailed across your cheek, then he hooked his thumb over your tongue, holding your mouth open. “So fucking sexy on your knees for me. Such a good girl for me.”
A soft whine left your lips as he slid his cock inside your mouth slowly.
“So desperate,” he breathed. “You desperate for my cock, good girl?”
A little drool slipped out of your mouth as you nodded.
“Making me so hard,” he murmured as he slowly started rocking his hips. Both hands tangled in your hair, keeping any loose strands away from your face - away from his view. “Go ahead.”
You hummed with pleasure as you closed your lips around his cock, teasing him with your tongue as he fucked your face with increasing intensity.
Everything you’d been so worried about only minutes earlier was gone. All you knew was Owen, all you could think about was how good it felt being used by him and how much you loved those sounds he made as he took his pleasure. Those were your sounds. He was yours, as much as you were his.
The plane jostled a little, but you barely noticed, so wrapped up in your task.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Such a talented fucking mouth.”
You moaned softly at his praise, loving the deep groan it pulled from him.
Owen’s hips sped up and his cock nudged your throat, pushing in just a little further than he’d done last time. You gagged, but kept up with your task - you trusted Owen not to take it too far.
“You love it like this, don’t you, baby?” he panted.
“Mmm-hmm.”
His pace stuttered a little and you smirked as much as you could with your mouth full, knowing you were the reason.
“My dirty girl. Fuck!” he hissed as you swirled your tongue over the tip as he pulled back. His cock slid out of your mouth and you tried to follow, but he held you back. “So pretty on your knees, desperate for my cock.”
“Yes, Sir,” you whined.
One of his hands slid out of your hair and he offered it to you to help you off the floor. The second you were upright, the hand still tangled in your hair pulled you in for a rough kiss. His tongue pushed past your lips, taking, not asking. And you melted in his arms.
Owen pulled back, running a thumb softly over your kiss-bitten lips. “Colour?”
“Green,” you sighed, leaning into his touch. “Sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, caressing your cheek. His smile warmed you. “Turn around, baby. Bend over the sink. I want you to watch me fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir.” You turned around and caught him in the mirror as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and slid it on. Of course he had a condom. Smiling, you bent over the sink.
Owen grinned at you and slid his hand up along your back into your hair, pushing your head down against the sink as his fingers drew patterns between your legs. “So wet for me already.”
“Only for you, Sir,” you cried. “Please!”
Two fingers pressed against you, then agonizingly slowly pushed inside, teasing as he searched out your g-spot. “So fucking wet. So ready for my cock.”
Every touch had you melting in his hands. You were on fire for him! “Please,” you begged.
His fingers grazed your g-spot, making you cry out softly. You weren’t sure just how much more teasing you could take.
“You want my cock, dirty girl?”
“Please,” you whimpered. “Please, Sir.”
He pulled his fingers out and slapped your ass - a gentle reminder that drew a soft moan from you. “Use your words, baby.”
“Please give me your cock, Sir,” you pleaded. “Please, Sir!” You were desperate for his touch, desperate for him to fuck you, to make you cum and call you his good girl.
Almost as though he was reading your mind, he bent and kissed from the top of your spine to your ear. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Spread those legs for me, baby.”
Instantly, you obeyed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, nipping your ear before standing back up. Owen tugged your hair and made you watch as he slid his cock slowly inside you.
A soft cry escaped your lips as your face pinched with pleasure; behind you, Owen sighed and gripped your hip tightly. The sight of your ruined face and his barely restrained arousal turned you on like nothing else - maybe you would have to get a mirror installed in the trailer when you got home.
“Baby,” he breathed as you squeezed your walls around him. “Fuck. Keep watching, dirty girl.”
You nodded. As though you’d be able to tear yourself away from the sight of him fucking you! “Yes, Sir.”
Owen slowly slid out, then back in, both hands gripping your hips hard enough you knew there would be bruises.
Then out.
Back in.
Was his plan to break you with the slowest damn sex ever? Fuck! “Owen!” you begged without thinking. God, you just wanted him to drill you into the damn sink and make you scream!
He pinched your hip, then slapped your ass almost hard enough to echo in the bathroom.
“Sir,” you corrected yourself. “Sorry, Sir! Please, Sir! Fuck me!”
“Better,” he said. “Tell me how you want it, dirty girl.”
Desperate didn’t even begin to describe how you felt. “Hard and fast, Sir,” you whimpered. “Please!”
“And what do you say if it’s too much?” he prompted.
You bit back on a smile; he was always looking out for you. “Red, Sir,” you said. “Or Yellow if I just need a minute.”
Owen bent and kissed your back. “My good girl,” he murmured.
“Thank you, Sir.”
With a brief nip at your skin, he pushed back upright. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Owen started fucking you slowly, but each thrust of his hips was more intense and faster, allowing you to adjust. And giving you time to stop him if you needed to.
But holy shit did you not want him to stop! You cried out softly with every push of his hips, the sound becoming louder and louder as he fucked you harder and harder. The way he panted and moaned as he fucked you….
A long moan rumbled in your throat and you dropped your head with a gasp, only to be pulled back up.
“Keep watching,” he panted. “Want you to watch me make you cum, dirty girl!”
“Yes, Sir,” you cried. “Fuck!” His hand slid around your waist and his fingers pressed hard against your clit. The frantic pace of his hips and hard grip in your hair had tears streaming down your face from the intense pleasure.
In the mirror, Owen’s eyes blazed with arousal, his lips pursed in concentration as he pounded into you. “Tell me when you’re close, babe.”
“Sir!” You were dizzy with arousal as you white-knuckled the sink, drooling into it. “I’m close!”
“Cum for me, good girl!” he rasped. “Cum, baby!”
Waves of fire rolled over you as your orgasm took hold, every muscle tensing and releasing in an instant. Your eyes fluttered closed as you lost yourself to the pleasure.
“Keep them open, dirty girl,” Owen growled, tugging on your hair.
Your eyes peeled open as you tried to fix your gaze on the image of you falling to pieces for him, but everything was hazy and unfocussed. You could sure as hell feel his hips snapping hard against you, though. And the groans and curses coming from his lips!
A slap on your ass refocussed your eyes as he ordered you to cum again!
White noise pounded in your ears, darkness pinched the edges of your vision, and you fell over the edge again for him as he slammed into you!
By the time you regained your faculties, you were a limp puddle resting against the sink for support. If Owen hadn’t been holding your hips, you were sure your knees would’ve given out under you.
“You okay, baby?” A gentle kiss on your neck made you realize he was bent over you, nipping softly along your shoulders and jaw.
“Uh huh,” you breathed.
“Stay there,” he said. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
“Uh uh.” Still a little overstimulated, You barely even heard the faucet next to your head start to run. And the sudden the feeling of a wet cloth between your legs made you jump.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
But you didn’t reply, just kept trying to regulate your breathing.
The cloth left you and Owen picked you up to sit you on the sink as he helped you get dressed again.
“How’re you feeling now?” he teased, fastening your bra behind your back as he kissed you.
“Good,” you breathed.”Thirsty.”
Owen laughed. “I’ll get you some water.” As soon as you were dressed, he lifted you off the sink and put you back on your feet. “Good?”
You nodded, then leaned into him, arms around his middle, and just breathed as he hummed. The soft vibrations made you smile. “Thank you, by the way.”
“For drilling you into the sink?” he chuckled.
“For distracting me,” you shot back, smiling. “I love you.”
“Love you, too, baby.” He pulled back and slid his hand into yours. “Come on. I’ll sit in the window seat this time.” Owen threaded his fingers between yours, squeezing your hand before leading you back out into the main cabin.
Claire was beet red, staring at the tablet in her hands.
Zia, on the other hand, arched an eyebrow.
You were certain the colour in your face matched Claire’s. “I…I’m afraid of flying,” you muttered, dropping into the seat opposite her.
Owen winked and passed you a water bottle as he sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms.
“Not anymore, by the sounds of it,” Zia muttered.
While you were embarrassed to have been caught, Owen was beaming. He grinned at Zia and dropped a kiss on the top of your head. “What can I say? I’m helpful.”
You buried your face in his shoulder and bit down on your grin. Owen Grady, ladies and gentlemen - afraid of nothing, except spiders. The plane shook a little, but you barely noticed as you drifted off to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms.
how long of a comment is *too* long to an author? i’m rereading a fic i like right now, but i’ve beat the character limit and im nervous that maybe it’s too long. it is multichapter, and im writing all my thoughts into one comment for continuity purposes, so i’m not surprised it’s that long really, but should i cut it down?
There's no such thing as a too long comment imho!
And there's no such thing as too many comments.
Write your long comment, hit character limit, and then split it into a second comment (and a third and a fourth if need be!). I guarantee the author is going to be over the fucking moon happy about it.
Summary:
You and your boyfriend, Owen Grady, find a mysterious plant with aphrodisiac properties on Isla Nublar. When you take too long to check in, Claire comes looking for you both.
Pairing: Owen Grady/Claire Dearing/Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smutty smut, sex pollen, slight D/s, threesome
When you’d decided to go out into the field to find the plant you had seen on the security cameras, you’d figured having Owen go with you would be a great idea. Any creatures you ran across that could harm you, your badass boyfriend could take care of it.
What you didn’t expect was, almost the second you had the plant bundled into the back of the palaeobotany van, the indescribable need for him. Part of you wondered if there was some sort of aphrodisiac in the plant, but that thought didn’t last long. With the way Owen’s hips rocked up into you as you rode him, there wasn’t room for thinking about anything but how damn good you felt.
There wasn’t even room to remember your boss would be meeting you both in the field.
Owen bit down on your shoulder as his cock hit your g-spot, making you cry out in ecstasy. Fuck, you were glad he always carried a condom on him!
“More,” you whimpered. “Please. Owen!” You were so drunk on him, so focussed on the feel of his skin against yours, you didn’t hear your name being called or the footsteps nearing the van.
Desperate.
That was the only way to describe how you felt. Pleasure pulsed in your veins, but you needed more. And if the way he pounded up into you was any indicator, he was just as needy.
“Feels so fucking good,” he growled. His fingers grasped your hips so hard you knew you would bruise, but god if you didn’t want him to dig in harder! “So goddamn wet for me, baby.”
A string of curses left your lips, followed by breathy moans and the filthiest begging to ever leave your mouth. But, shit, if that didn’t make him fuck you harder! It felt like forever that he’d been keeping you teetering on the edge, but if you couldn’t think, you sure as hell couldn’t complain about the pure adrenaline coursing through your body, ecstasy and agony all at once.
As Owen pushed your hips into a frenetic pace against his, you heard a soft whimper in the doorway.
There stood Claire Dearing with her hand down her skirt, chewing on her bottom lip. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she watched you ride Owen, the hand in her skirt moving at an obviously frantic pace against her clit. The sight brought a flood of wetness between your legs.
You glanced back at Owen, hips slowing their frenzied pace as you silently came to an agreement. Turning back to Claire, you held a hand out to her and waited.
For a tense moment, she seemed to consider her options - or possibly consider how wildly inappropriate this all was. But whatever was in the air got the best of her and she stepped forward, hand slipping into yours as you pulled her in for a kiss. You’d never considered a threesome before. Or being with another woman. But your inhibitions were so low they were practically on the other side of the damn planet.
And going by the way her tongue pushed into your mouth, so were hers.
A weak moan trembled in your throat as Owen trailed his lips over your neck and shoulders. Your hand let go of his shoulder to cup Claire’s cheek as you kissed, while the other hand reached up to unbutton her blouse.
By contrast to the roughness of your boyfriend, her skin was soft, her touches gentle. She helped you throw her blouse away, then pulled back to work her skirt over her hips.
Owen nipped gently along your shoulders and neck as you watched her strip. When she started to slip out of her bra and panties, you tugged gently on his hair to watch with you as you rocked slowly on his cock.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured as she dropped her bra.
“Mmmhmm,” you agreed, kissing his jaw.
Owen spun slightly so he could lay down in the truck and pushed your hips into a steady rhythm. His eyes drifted over to Claire and he held a hand out to help her sit on his face.
Claire gasped when his hands slipped from your waist to her thighs and pulled her down. “Oh god! Owen!” Pleasure rolled across her features as she bit down on her lip and rode his tongue. Owen was right, she was gorgeous!
Her hands grabbed your waist and helped you continue your pace against his hips. “He’s…he’s got a talented mouth,” you moaned.
You leaned forward to kiss her as she whimpered her agreement, your hands cupped her face, holding her close. The softness of her lips, the light patterns she traced on your hips, the way she moaned into your mouth.
And Owen. His hips pressed up into you, his cock filling you up perfectly.
It didn’t take long for them to have you teetering on the edge again.
“Shit,” you gasped.
It took you a minute to connect the loud slap to Claire’s moan and her heavily lidded eyes. Obviously you weren’t the only one who enjoyed being spanked, who loved a rough partner. Or, in this case, partners.
You pushed your thumb into her mouth, trying not to drool as you watched her suck on it. “Good girl,” you purred.
Never would you have imagined yourself to be the type to enjoy watching your boyfriend go down on another woman, but those little sounds she was making lit every nerve on fire with pleasure.
And the bedroom eyes she gave you as she sucked and licked at your thumb….
“Claire,” you breathed. “Tell me how close you are.”
Whatever Owen did, she cried out in ecstasy. Good god, he really did have a talented mouth.
”Close,” she moaned around your thumb. “So close. Feels so good.”
Your other hand trailed across her skin, teasing her collarbone and stopping just shy of her breasts. What sounds would she make for you if you ran your thumb over her nipples, if you bent to suck and lick and tease?
”Can I?” you asked breathlessly, watching the way her mouth moved with every sound she made.
“Please,” she sighed, flicking her tongue over your thumb as you pulled it from her lips.
Both of your hands slid slowly over her body to her breasts and you glanced up through your lashes into her eyes, checking that she really was okay with you touching her.
The lip worried between her teeth, the gasp, Owen moaning up into her - you were fucking soaked.
At her nod, you gently brushed your thumbs over the peaks, groaning at the way she moaned your name. “Shit, Claire,” you panted.
Claire arched into your hands as Owen grabbed your hips and pulled you back into your previous frenetic pace, matching you thrust for thrust as you explored Claire’s chest. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Owen let out a heady groan, muffled by his task.
And Claire watched you through lust-filled eyes, moaning wantonly.
“Tell me how close you are, Claire.”
Her eyes drifted shut and she gasped, not that you could blame her for not having the words - not when Owen’s tongue was expertly pushing her further and further. “Close,” she mewled. “Please.”
“Look at me.” You grasped her chin roughly, desperate to see the fireworks in her eyes when she finally came.
If anyone had asked, you never would’ve guessed your badass, in charge boss to be so damn submissive. But there she was, glazed eyes fixed on you, waiting for you to tell her what to do. With Owen, you were the more submissive one and you loved it. But the chance to be dominant with Claire….
The next word to leave your lips did so unbidden. “Beg.”
A deep moan rumbled in her chest, her tongue flicking over her lips as a shiver visibly ran up her spine. “Please.”
Owen pulled you down hard on his cock, the movement of your hips and his becoming more disjointed, more frantic. A deep-seated need was bubbling just below the surface, ready to blow at any second. But you wanted Claire to cum first.
“Please what,” you rasped. God, if Owen kept this up, you weren’t going to be able to walk or drive! “Tell me what you want. What do you need?”
“Make me cum,” she cried out, whining weakly. The idea of having someone as powerful as Claire at your mercy…. You could see why Owen loved being dominant so much. “Please let me cum! Please!”
Tightening your grip on her chin as you teased her breast, you growled, “Cum for us, Claire. Show us how good we’re making you feel.”
Your name and Owen’s left her lips in a sharp gasp as she braced her hands on Owen’s chest. “Oh god!” Every muscle in her body visibly tensed as you watched the rapture roll over her features, then she released with a deep groan that went straight between your legs.
Waves of fire sent shivers from your pussy right through to every nerve in your body as you were consumed by pleasure. Owen and Claire could be screaming, but you wouldn’t have heard a word over the white noise pounding in your ears, the pure ecstasy coursing through you. All you knew was Owen and Claire and the almost painful satisfaction that lit you up.
You had no idea how long it had been before you came down. But the look on Claire’s face as she watched you nearly had you cumming again. “Fuck,” you panted, trying to catch your breath.
Claire reached forward but stopped halfway, shook her head, and seemed to find her bearings. She stood abruptly and began getting dressed, redness blooming on her cheeks. “We don’t speak of this. Ever.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Owen murmured, licking at the slick on his lips with a satisfied smirk.
Biting down on a chuckle, you lightly slapped his chest to admonish him. “Be nice.”
Without another word, Claire slipped into her heels and left you still slowly coming down from your high.
“Help me bag the plant?” you asked Owen as you stood. “Don’t want anyone else to…be affected.”
Owen chuckled and got to his feet, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed your neck. “That was diplomatic,” he murmured. “But we should go back to the bungalow to shower first. You’re fucking filthy.”
Spinning around in his arms, you reached up to wipe at the wetness on his chin with your thumb. “Not the only one,” you said, watching as he sucked the digit clean.” Part of you was tempted to push him down on the ground again, but you had enough clarity of mind to repeat, “We need to bag the plant.”
The next day you had the opportunity to check the plant out properly and run some tests. And, while you weren’t surprised you were right about it being an aphrodisiac, you were surprised at just how potent it was.
Then again, with how hard the three of you had gone at it yesterday, you probably shouldn’t have been at all shocked.
You made sure any other plants on the island were tracked down by teams in proper biohazard suits and had them locked up or destroyed. Luckily it didn’t seem like there were that many, and none of them were in areas of the park populated by tourists.
At the end of the day, you went home and told Owen about it, annoyed when he laughed.
“It’s not funny, Owen!” you insisted.
He smirked and put down the wrench he was holding, then stood up from his bike and put his arms around your waist. “It’s a little funny,” he murmured, bending to kiss you.
But you pulled back and stormed into the bungalow. Not that you didn’t enjoy yesterday, but it would’ve been nice for it to be fully voluntary and not make things awkward with your boss! And now you couldn’t even look her in the eyes. She’d passed you in the halls a few times during the day, cheeks red with embarrassment as she avoided any and all conversation.
“Come on, babe,” Owen shouted after you. His footsteps crunched in the leaves as he followed you. “It’s not that bad.”
“I can’t even…Claire’s avoiding me and she’s my boss,” you huffed, crossing your arms as you spun to face him. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”
Owen sighed and pulled you into his arms, fingers running gently through your hair as he kissed the top of your head. “We’ll figure it out, baby,” he murmured. “Invite her over, let her know there are no hard feelings. Whatever we have to do.”
You almost laughed. “After everything, you think she’ll be comfortable being alone with us?” Sighing, you rested your forehead on his shoulder. “Wish we’d gone in with biohazard suits. That stupid fucking plant.”
Owen snorted a laugh and you realized your poor choice of words.
“Not what I meant,” you grumbled.
A knock at the door interrupted whatever smartass remark was coming. Instead he kissed your head again and offered to get the door. “You know,” he said. “Whatever happens, you got me. Always.”
An involuntary smile pulled at your lips as you watched him cross to the door. That was Owen - your rock in difficult times.
Claire’s voice startled you from your thoughts as Owen opened the door. She walked past Owen and looked from him to you and back, chewing on her bottom lip and fidgeting with her hands. “Can we talk?”
The three of you sat on the couch, her in the middle, and even without the damn plant it didn’t take long for the conversation to turn. Before long, the three of you were in the bedroom, naked and satiated. Part of you wondered if you would’ve figured things out without the plant, but you were starting to be grateful for the push it gave you.
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