This is my little self-indulgent blog featuring my fics for Jurassic Park/World.
I'm open to OC or Reader prompts in my asks, if anyone has any to send in.
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I do not support the use of AI in created works, however I do support responsible and ethical disclosure of AI use. If you're gonna do it, own up to it.
So I'm linking my Jurassic World fic, featuring Dr. Eleanor Scott!
It's older and in need of a rewrite/fix up - one day I'll get around to that :)
Summary:
Dr. Eleanor Scott, Jurassic World's lead paleontologist and a former student of Dr Alan Grant, is tasked with showing 19 year old Joan Grant, the daughter of Alan and Ellie, around the park for the week. Masrani leaves Joan an all-access pass to enjoy the park at her leisure, including the parts normally forbidden to tourists, in the hopes that it might convince Dr Grant to endorse the park.
Rating: M
Pairings:
Owen Grady x Dr. Eleanor Scott (OC)
Joan Grant x Michael Masrani (OC x OC)
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Sneak Peak:
Dr. Eleanor Scott sighed as she slid up to the bar and leaned forward, waiting for her turn. It was pretty busy, considering the hotel was only about half full. Granted, it was the week before all the kids got out of school for the winter break. After her day, though, she needed a break of her own. Besides, it wasn't like she paid full price for drinks in the tourist bars. Sure, it was slightly more than she would pay in the employee bar, but she got to watch the mosasaurus. And she could pretend she wasn't at work.
"Thank you, Eric," she sighed as the bartender handed her the bottle.
"Long day, Lennie?" he asked. Back in her university days she had earned the nickname because Dr. Sattler was 'Ellie' and had kept up with it because she found it entertaining to watch the reactions of people who assumed she was a man. So far her favourite reaction came from Lowery in the control room, who had knocked every plastic dinosaur off his desk somehow then tripped over his own feet trying to stand up.
âYou have no idea.â She raised the bottle to him in a mock salute then headed to the outdoor patio overlooking the mosasaur enclosure.Â
Simon Masrani had asked Claire to show her their newest attraction. She'd known something was up when they consulted her on a handful of species a few months back, but this wasâŚinsane. And worst of all she'd been forced to sign a damn NDA so she couldn't talk about it with anyone. Not even Barry and Owen who had some pretty high clearance as far as she knew, given whatever they were training the raptors for.
âFuck.â
Owen was going to hate this when he found out.
After a long swig from the bottle, she leaned forward on the safety fence and watched the mosasaur swimming in its enclosure. The fences kept tourists a good distance away, but still provided a good show without the risk of some drunken moron falling in.
If her parents could see her now, theyâd be telling her she shouldâve gone to law school instead. Lennie Scott, lawyer? No, thank you. She suppressed a shudder and took another long drink of her beer.
âYou look like youâre thinking about jumping in?â Owenâs voice sounded to her left. âBad day?â he asked, joining her at the railing. The smile he wore didn't quite reach his eyes.
Summary:
You and your boyfriend, Owen Grady, find a mysterious plant with aprhodisiac 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 youâd decided to go out into the field to find the plant you had seen on the security cameras, youâd 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 didnât 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 didnât last long. With the way Owenâs hips rocked up into you as you rode him, there wasnât room for thinking about anything but how damn good you felt.
There wasnât 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!
âMore,â you whimpered. âPlease. Owen!â You were so drunk on him, so focussed on the feel of his skin against yours, you didnât 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.
âFeels so fucking good,â he growled. His fingers grasped your hips so hard you knew you would bruise, but god if you didnât want him to dig in harder! âSo goddamn wet for me, baby.â
A string of curses left your lips, followed by breathy moans and the filthiest begging to ever leave your mouth. But, shit, if that didnât make him fuck you harder! It felt like forever that heâd been keeping you teetering on the edge, but if you couldnât think, you sure as hell couldnât 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 and turned to see 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. Youâd 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 Claireâs 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.
âFucking beautiful,â he murmured as she dropped her bra.
âMmmhmm,â 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. âOh god! Owen!â 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. âHeâsâŚheâs got a talented mouth,â 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 didnât take long for them to have you teetering on the edge again.
âShit,â you gasped.
It took you a minute to connect the loud slap to Claireâs moan and her heavily lidded eyes. Obviously you werenât the only one who enjoyed being spanked, who loved a rough partner. Or, in this case, partners.Â
You pushed your thumb into her mouth, trying not to drool as you watched her suck on it. âGood girl,â 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 thumbâŚ.
âClaire,â you breathed. âTell me how close you are.â
Whatever Owen did, she cried out in ecstasy. Good god, he really did have a talented mouth.
âClose,â she moaned around your thumb. âSo close. Feels so good.â
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?
âCan I?â you asked breathlessly, watching the way her mouth moved with every sound she made.
âPlease,â 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. âShit, Claire,â 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 Claireâs 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.
âTell me how close you are, Claire.â
Her eyes drifted shut and she gasped, not that you could blame her for not having the words - not when Owenâs tongue was expertly pushing her further and further. âClose,â she mewled. âPlease.â
âLook at me.â You grasped her chin roughly, desperate to see the fireworks in her eyes when she finally came.
If anyone had asked, you never wouldâve 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 ClaireâŚ.
The next word to leave your lips did so unbidden. âBeg.â
A deep moan rumbled in her chest, her tongue flicking over her lips as a shiver visibly ran up her spine. âPlease.â
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.
âPlease what,â you rasped. God, if Owen kept this up, you werenât going to be able to walk or drive! âTell me what you want. What do you need?â
âMake me cum,â she cried out, whining weakly. The idea of having someone as powerful as Claire at your mercyâŚ. You could see why Owen loved being dominant so much. âPlease let me cum! Please!â
Tightening your grip on her chin as you teased her breast, you growled, âCum for us, Claire. Show us how good weâre making you feel.â
Your name and Owenâs left her lips in a sharp gasp as she braced her hands on Owenâs chest. âOh god!â 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 wouldnât 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 Claireâs face as she watched you nearly had you cumming again. âFuck,â 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. âWe donât speak of this. Ever.â
âYes, Maâam,â 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. âBe nice.â
Without another word, Claire slipped into her heels and left you still slowly coming down from your high.
âHelp me bag the plant?â you asked Owen as you stood. âDonât want anyone else toâŚbe affected.â
Owen chuckled and got to his feet, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed your neck. âThat was diplomatic,â he murmured. âBut we should go back to the bungalow to shower first. Youâre fucking filthy.â
Spinning around in his arms, you reached up to wipe at the wetness on his chin with your thumb. âNot the only one,â you said, watching as he sucked the digit clean.â Part of you was tempted to push him down on the ground again, but you had enough clarity of mind to repeat, âWe need to bag the plant.â
The next day you had the opportunity to check the plant out properly and run some tests. And, while you werenât 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 shouldnât 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 didnât 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.
âItâs not funny, Owen!â 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. âItâs a little funny,â he murmured, bending to kiss you.
But you pulled back and stormed into the bungalow. Not that you didnât enjoy yesterday, but it wouldâve been nice for it to be fully voluntary and not make things awkward with your boss! And now you couldnât even look her in the eyes. Sheâd passed you in the halls a few times during the day, cheeks red with embarrassment as she avoided any and all conversation.
âCome on, babe,â Owen shouted after you. His footsteps crunched in the leaves as he followed you. âItâs not that bad.â
âI canât evenâŚClaireâs avoiding me and sheâs my boss,â you huffed, crossing your arms as you spun to face him. âWhat the hell am I supposed to do?â
Owen sighed and pulled you into his arms, fingers running gently through your hair as he kissed the top of your head. âWeâll figure it out, baby,â he murmured. âInvite her over, let her know there are no hard feelings. Whatever we have to do.â
You almost laughed. âAfter everything, you think sheâll be comfortable being alone with us?â Sighing, you rested your forehead on his shoulder. âWish weâd gone in with biohazard suits. That stupid fucking plant.â
Owen snorted a laugh and you realized your poor choice of words.
âNot what I meant,â 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. âYou know,â he said. âWhatever happens, you got me. Always.â
An involuntary smile pulled at your lips as you watched him cross to the door. That was Owen - your rock in difficult times.Â
Claireâs 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. âCan we talk?â
The three of you sat on the couch, her in the middle, and even without the damn plant it didnât 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 wouldâve figured things out without the plant, but you were starting to be grateful for the push it gave you.
Based on a prompt on an old blog that I've long-since lost.
No warnings
Rated: T
After a long day, you and Alan Grant were the only ones left on the dig site. The rest of the team had either gone home or headed to the nearby campground to unwind. Not that you blamed them for not wanting to stick around and clean up.
Honestly, you mightâve been tempted to go with them if it werenât for how hard Dr. Waters had come on to you earlier. While he wasnât exactly ugly, that didnât make up for the fact that he had the worst personality. Half of the things coming out of his mouth were borderline misogynistic, the rest were straight up condescending. And you knew the only reason he was still working on the dig was his daddy was paying the bill.
That was another thing, thirty-five years old and the jackass still lived at home with his parents. Granted, the home was a massive mansion. But youâd think heâd at least have some ambition to get his own space.
âYou know, you didnât have to help me clean up,â Dr. Grantâs voice startled you out of your thoughts.
Turning, you smiled brightly at him and handed him the brush youâd found. âI donât mind.â In your opinion, Dr. Sattler was insane to leave him. Alan Grant was handsome, kind, loyal, and had a dry sense of humour that made you smile. And you could drown in those blue eyes of his!
âYou donât want to be stuck here with a fossil like me,â he muttered, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
âYouâre not that much older than I am,â you shot back.
âDr. Waters is a lot closer,â he grumbled, turning back toward his camper. The old Winnebago was so beat up and filled with an eclectic mix of appliances and gadgets dating back easily fifty years, you honestly werenât sure if it was older than Alan or just worn out.
You snorted a laugh and started to follow him. âYeah, and Dr. Waters is also a condescending prick who thinks women would be better off barefoot in the kitchen than on a dig site.â
âYou havenât noticed?â
Alan gave you that signature smile of his, irritation wrinkling his eyes. âI try not to talk to him.â Ever the gentleman, he held the door for you.
You gave him a nod of thanks and went inside, immediately heading to the cupboards for a glass - it had been since probably lunch since you had something to drink. âBelieve me, if I could avoid him like that, I would.â
Alan blinked at you, confusion wrinkling his brow. âYouâre always talking to him.â Just barely, you made out one of the words he muttered under his breath - flirting.
It was a good thing you hadnât taken a sip of your water yet or you mightâve choked. And that wouldnât be at all awkward - âYes, Doctor, I choked because the man Iâve actually been flirting with is about as thick as the tar in the La Brea Tar Pits. Yes, that is him using his PhD to educate toddlers in the waiting room about why their toys are wrong.â
Instead, you exclaimed, âYou think Iâm flirting with Dr. Dumbass?!â
A slight smile tried to push its way across his lips, but he turned it into a classic Alan Grant grimace. âYouâre always smiling and laughing!â
You put down the water and stared at him. Alan was jealous. Of Dr. Dumbass. âYouâre jealous!â
âNo!â He turned around and busied himself with some papers on the other side of the trailer.
Shaking off your surprise, you crossed over to him and made him put the papers down. Maybe you kept your hands on his a little longer than necessary. How the hell were his hands as smooth as they were, given their profession? Sheâd have to ask about his hand cream. âAlan. Iâve been flirting with you,â you confessed softly, biting down on your smile.
âWhat?â he exclaimed a little too loudly. âYouâŚ?â
âYouâre the dumbest smart guy I know, Alan,â you chuckled. You reached for his hand again and took it in yours, turning it over to admire how well they fit together.
âIâŚI mightâve been a littleâŚ.â
âJealous?â you supplied helpfully.
âYouâre always talking to him,â he sighed, running a thumb over your knuckles.
âBecause youâre always hiding from him,â you laughed.
Alan smiled softly at you, raising his eyebrows. âStay for dinner?â
âIâd love to, Alan,â you said, pushing up on your toes.
He hesitated only a moment before pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. âDumbest smart guy, huh?â
âProve me wrong,â you teased, adjusting his collar.
Alan kissed you again, then asked what you wanted for dinner before puttering around the makeshift kitchen while you watched. He may be an idiot, but he might just be your idiot.
Alan gave you that signature smile of his, irritation wrinkling his eyes. âI try not to talk to him.â Ever the gentleman, he held the door for you.
A gentleman and an excellent judge of character? *Swoon*
Alan blinked at you, confusion wrinkling his brow. âYouâre always talking to him.â Just barely, you made out one of the words he muttered under his breath - flirting.
Somebody is jealoussssss!
It was a good thing you hadnât taken a sip of your water yet or you mightâve choked. And that wouldnât be at all awkward - âYes, Doctor, I choked because the man Iâve actually been flirting with is about as thick as the tar in the La Brea Tar Pits. Yes, that is him using his PhD to educate toddlers in the waiting room about why their toys are wrong.â
Instead, you exclaimed, âYou think Iâm flirting with Dr. Dumbass?!â
thick as the tar in the La Brea Tar Pits XD you know I *love* oblivious idiots.
Also, Dr. Dumbass made me giggle
âYouâre the dumbest smart guy I know, Alan,â you chuckled. You reached for his hand again and took it in yours, turning it over to admire how well they fit together.
I am a total sucker for the hand comparison thing *phew*
He may be an idiot, but he might just be your idiot.
I loved him all surprised that she was crushing on him. Have your dinner, idiots and fall (more) in love! <3
Nathan ("Nate) Davis learned how to hack from a young age. His first foray into it was in grade school when he hacked into the school's systems to erase a bad grade. Getting caught only taught him how to be sneakier next time, and not get caught. Every hack taught him something new until he became so proficient, it turned into a business with other students.
The skills he learned got him into MIT where he further pushed himself to learn everything he could. By the time he graduated, he was an expert in cyber security - a prime recruit for William Ludlow. Nate is thorough and precise with his tech, he double checks everything and doesn't rely on automation. if you need something to work right the first time and every time after, Nate's your guy.
Katherine Finley ("Katie", "Fin") grew up in the foster system, moving from home to home until she aged out. She made it into university by the skin of her teeth and studied part time, paying for it with part time work in the military. At university, she met Owen Grady, who helped her with her classes and turned her grades from barely passing into As and Bs.
While her biology degree wasn't enough to get her a job working in the genetics labs at Jurassic World, her military skills and Owen's reference were.
She now works in Asset Containment at the park.
Daniella ("Danny") Neill has always had a healthy respect for birds, ever since an accident with a falcon at a bird show when she was a child. She still has the scar on her arm to remind her. Her degree in Zoology with a specialty in Ornithology lead to her working with birds of prey as an adult.
The opening of Jurassic World presented a new challenge for her to face, one she ran into head-first with her relentless campaign to work in the aviary. Danny does shows with the smaller avian theropods for the masses, and gives talks in the Aviary for the tourists. Her favourites to work with are the Archaeopteryxes and Microraptors.
William Ludlow is the eldest child of Peter Ludlow, and great nephew of John Hammond. After his father died, ownership of InGen was passed to William. He's married with children, but prefers to spend time at the office or schmoozing with shareholders.
William runs InGen like a business, and often cuts corners to save money and please the shareholders. He's been pushing the team at Jurassic World to implement more and more automation, despite protests - most vocally from Nate. Money is the most important thing to William.
Nathan ("Nate) Davis learned how to hack from a young age. His first foray into it was in grade school when he hacked into the school's systems to erase a bad grade. Getting caught only taught him how to be sneakier next time, and not get caught. Every hack taught him something new until he became so proficient, it turned into a business with other students.
The skills he learned got him into MIT where he further pushed himself to learn everything he could. By the time he graduated, he was an expert in cyber security - a prime recruit for William Ludlow. Nate is thorough and precise with his tech, he double checks everything and doesn't rely on automation. if you need something to work right the first time and every time after, Nate's your guy.
Katherine Finley ("Katie", "Fin") grew up in the foster system, moving from home to home until she aged out. She made it into university by the skin of her teeth and studied part time, paying for it with part time work in the military. At university, she met Owen Grady, who helped her with her classes and turned her grades from barely passing into As and Bs.
While her biology degree wasn't enough to get her a job working in the genetics labs at Jurassic World, her military skills and Owen's reference were.
She now works in Asset Containment at the park.
Daniella ("Danny") Neill has always had a healthy respect for birds, ever since an accident with a falcon at a bird show when she was a child. She still has the scar on her arm to remind her. Her degree in Zoology with a specialty in Ornithology lead to her working with birds of prey as an adult.
The opening of Jurassic World presented a new challenge for her to face, one she ran into head-first with her relentless campaign to work in the aviary. Danny does shows with the smaller avian theropods for the masses, and gives talks in the Aviary for the tourists. Her favourites to work with are the Archaeopteryxes and Microraptors.
William Ludlow is the eldest child of Peter Ludlow, and great nephew of John Hammond. After his father died, ownership of InGen was passed to William. He's married with children, but prefers to spend time at the office or schmoozing with shareholders.
William runs InGen like a business, and often cuts corners to save money and please the shareholders. He's been pushing the team at Jurassic World to implement more and more automation, despite protests - most vocally from Nate. Money is the most important thing to William.
So I'm starting off the introduction to my new Jurassic fic with revamped Claire and Owen.
Owen Grady was the turkey kid on the dig site in Montana. After Alan Grant taught him to respect the animals they were digging up, Owen knew he wanted to go into palaeontology. He studied hard, got good grades, and got accepted to University of Montana where he got the opportunity to be mentored by Alan Grant. While studying, he worked part time as a ranger for the parks service, and got a reputation for working well with difficult predators.
When Peter Ludlow's son, William, began work to reopen Jurassic Park, Owen Grady was top of his list. Despite Dr. Grant's protests, Owen couldn't say no.
Claire Dearing grew up loving animals, camping with her parents, and spending time after school in the woods near her childhood home. When it came time to apply to college, there was only one avenue she was interested in - zoology. Claire studied hard to learn how to work with the animals she loved so much.
After she graduated with honours, the opportunity for a management role at Jurassic World came up. And she took it, working her way through the ranks to eventually run the park for William Ludlow. She hates to see the park run for the sake of profit, and has big plans for the future.
Spoiler: No, Owen & Claire do not end up together. She's got ambitions beyond wanting to have kids with the pretty man.
OCs inbound later today.
Please let me know if you want to be tagged in any of this :)
Nathan ("Nate) Davis learned how to hack from a young age. His first foray into it was in grade school when he hacked into the school's systems to erase a bad grade. Getting caught only taught him how to be sneakier next time, and not get caught. Every hack taught him something new until he became so proficient, it turned into a business with other students.
The skills he learned got him into MIT where he further pushed himself to learn everything he could. By the time he graduated, he was an expert in cyber security - a prime recruit for William Ludlow. Nate is thorough and precise with his tech, he double checks everything and doesn't rely on automation. if you need something to work right the first time and every time after, Nate's your guy.
Katherine Finley ("Katie", "Fin") grew up in the foster system, moving from home to home until she aged out. She made it into university by the skin of her teeth and studied part time, paying for it with part time work in the military. At university, she met Owen Grady, who helped her with her classes and turned her grades from barely passing into As and Bs.
While her biology degree wasn't enough to get her a job working in the genetics labs at Jurassic World, her military skills and Owen's reference were.
She now works in Asset Containment at the park.
Daniella ("Danny") Neill has always had a healthy respect for birds, ever since an accident with a falcon at a bird show when she was a child. She still has the scar on her arm to remind her. Her degree in Zoology with a specialty in Ornithology lead to her working with birds of prey as an adult.
The opening of Jurassic World presented a new challenge for her to face, one she ran into head-first with her relentless campaign to work in the aviary. Danny does shows with the smaller avian theropods for the masses, and gives talks in the Aviary for the tourists. Her favourites to work with are the Archaeopteryxes and Microraptors.
William Ludlow is the eldest child of Peter Ludlow, and great nephew of John Hammond. After his father died, ownership of InGen was passed to William. He's married with children, but prefers to spend time at the office or schmoozing with shareholders.
William runs InGen like a business, and often cuts corners to save money and please the shareholders. He's been pushing the team at Jurassic World to implement more and more automation, despite protests - most vocally from Nate. Money is the most important thing to William.
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 wasnât like you wanted the dinosaurs to die, but bringing them to the mainland to shelter while Benjamin Lockwood, retired bazillionaire, built a new sanctuary wasnât 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 youâd 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.
âI got you, baby,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.
The hand youâd 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 couldnât control yourself. Maybe you shouldâve 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.
âBaby?â
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 youâd 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.Â
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.
âYou okay?â he murmured, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. Owenâs thumb caressed your cheek and he cupped your jaw.
You leaned into his touch, shaking your head. âI hate flying.â
His voice dropped to a whisper and he took a step closer, thumb pressing between your lips. âLet me help you.â
Without thinking, you started sucking and licking. You knew what he was up to and it was a welcome distraction.
âColour?â
âGreen,â you sighed around his thumb.
ââGreenâ what, baby?â
A soft moan escaped you as he pushed further into your mouth. âGreen, Sir.â
âGood girl.â 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. âClothes off.â
âYes, Sir,â 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.
âSuch a good girl for me, baby.â
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.Â
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. âSo pretty like this,â he murmured. When he was done he spun you back around and put his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing. âOn your knees.â
For a minute, your brain shorted out, then you laughed as a completely inappropriate thought struck you. âWhat if we hit turbulence and I bite down?â
The corners of Owenâs lips twitched. âGood to see youâre starting to feel better,â he said. âNow get on your knees or Iâll spank that slutty ass until you canât walk.â
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 youâd melt, but when he talked like that? You were absolutely lost. âYes, Sir.â 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 couldnât wait to have him inside you.Â
Owen looked down at you, eyes nearly black with arousal as his other hand threaded in your hair, holding it away from your face. âBeg.â
âPlease,â you whimpered.
His fingers tightened in your hair, reminding you who was in charge.
âPlease, Sir,â you corrected yourself.
Owen tugged your hair, forcing you to look up at him. âUse all your words, bad girl.â
âSorry, Sir! Please,â you begged, breathing becoming more ragged. âPlease let me suck your cock, Sir. Please!â
âOpen, baby,â he said. âTongue out.â
You immediately obeyed, tongue lolling over your bottom lip as you stared up at him, waiting for his next move.
âLook at you,â he panted. His fingers left your hair and trailed across your cheek, then he hooked his thumb over your tongue, holding your mouth open. âSo fucking sexy on your knees for me. Such a good girl for me.â
A soft whine left your lips as he slid his cock inside your mouth slowly.
âSo desperate,â he breathed. âYou desperate for my cock, good girl?â
A little drool slipped out of your mouth as you nodded.
âMaking me so hard,â 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. âGo ahead.â
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.Â
Everything youâd 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.
âFuck, baby,â he groaned. âSuch a talented fucking mouth.â
You moaned softly at his praise, loving the deep groan it pulled from him.
Owenâs hips sped up and his cock nudged your throat, pushing in just a little further than heâd done last time. You gagged, but kept up with your task - you trusted Owen not to take it too far.
âYou love it like this, donât you, baby?â he panted.
âMmm-hmm.â
His pace stuttered a little and you smirked as much as you could with your mouth full, knowing you were the reason.
âMy dirty girl. Fuck!â 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. âSo pretty on your knees, desperate for my cock.â
âYes, Sir,â 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. âColour?â
âGreen,â you sighed, leaning into his touch. âSir.â
âGood girl,â he said, caressing your cheek. His smile warmed you. âTurn around, baby. Bend over the sink. I want you to watch me fuck you.â
âYes, Sir.â 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. âSo wet for me already.â
âOnly for you, Sir,â you cried. âPlease!â
Two fingers pressed against you, then agonizingly slowly pushed inside, teasing as he searched out your g-spot. âSo fucking wet. So ready for my cock.â
Every touch had you melting in his hands. You were on fire for him! âPlease,â you begged.
His fingers grazed your g-spot, making you cry out softly. You werenât sure just how much more teasing you could take.Â
âYou want my cock, dirty girl?â
âPlease,â you whimpered. âPlease, Sir.â
He pulled his fingers out and slapped your ass - a gentle reminder that drew a soft moan from you. âUse your words, baby.â
âPlease give me your cock, Sir,â you pleaded. âPlease, Sir!â 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. âGood girl,â he whispered. âSpread those legs for me, baby.â
Instantly, you obeyed. âYes, Sir.â
âGood girl,â 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.
âBaby,â he breathed as you squeezed your walls around him. âFuck. Keep watching, dirty girl.â
You nodded. As though youâd be able to tear yourself away from the sight of him fucking you! âYes, Sir.â
Owen slowly slid out, then back in, both hands gripping your hips hard enough you knew there would be bruises.
Then out.Â
Back in.
Was his plan to break you with the slowest damn sex ever? Fuck! âOwen!â 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.
âSir,â you corrected yourself. âSorry, Sir! Please, Sir! Fuck me!â
âBetter,â he said. âTell me how you want it, dirty girl.â
Desperate didnât even begin to describe how you felt. âHard and fast, Sir,â you whimpered. âPlease!â
âAnd what do you say if itâs too much?â he prompted.
You bit back on a smile; he was always looking out for you. âRed, Sir,â you said. âOr Yellow if I just need a minute.â
Owen bent and kissed your back. âMy good girl,â he murmured.
âThank you, Sir.â
With a brief nip at your skin, he pushed back upright. âReady?â
âYes, Sir.â
âGood girl.â 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 youâŚ.
A long moan rumbled in your throat and you dropped your head with a gasp, only to be pulled back up.
âKeep watching,â he panted. âWant you to watch me make you cum, dirty girl!â
âYes, Sir,â you cried. âFuck!â 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, Owenâs eyes blazed with arousal, his lips pursed in concentration as he pounded into you. âTell me when youâre close, babe.â
âSir!â You were dizzy with arousal as you white-knuckled the sink, drooling into it. âIâm close!â
âCum for me, good girl!â he rasped. âCum, baby!â
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.
âKeep them open, dirty girl,â 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 hadnât been holding your hips, you were sure your knees wouldâve given out under you.
âYou okay, baby?â A gentle kiss on your neck made you realize he was bent over you, nipping softly along your shoulders and jaw.
âUh huh,â you breathed.
âStay there,â he said. âLet me get you cleaned up.â
âUh uh.â 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.
âSorry,â he muttered.
But you didnât 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.
âHowâre you feeling now?â he teased, fastening your bra behind your back as he kissed you.
âGood,â you breathed.âThirsty.â
Owen laughed. âIâll get you some water.â As soon as you were dressed, he lifted you off the sink and put you back on your feet. âGood?â
You nodded, then leaned into him, arms around his middle, and just breathed as he hummed. The soft vibrations made you smile. âThank you, by the way.â
âFor drilling you into the sink?â he chuckled.
âFor distracting me,â you shot back, smiling. âI love you.â
âLove you, too, baby.â He pulled back and slid his hand into yours. âCome on. Iâll sit in the window seat this time.â 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.Â
Zia, on the other hand, arched an eyebrow.
You were certain the colour in your face matched Claireâs. âIâŚIâm afraid of flying,â 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.
âNot anymore, by the sounds of it,â 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. âWhat can I say? Iâm helpful.â
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 boyfriendâs arms.
So I'm starting off the introduction to my new Jurassic fic with revamped Claire and Owen.
Owen Grady was the turkey kid on the dig site in Montana. After Alan Grant taught him to respect the animals they were digging up, Owen knew he wanted to go into palaeontology. He studied hard, got good grades, and got accepted to University of Montana where he got the opportunity to be mentored by Alan Grant. While studying, he worked part time as a ranger for the parks service, and got a reputation for working well with difficult predators.
When Peter Ludlow's son, William, began work to reopen Jurassic Park, Owen Grady was top of his list. Despite Dr. Grant's protests, Owen couldn't say no.
Claire Dearing grew up loving animals, camping with her parents, and spending time after school in the woods near her childhood home. When it came time to apply to college, there was only one avenue she was interested in - zoology. Claire studied hard to learn how to work with the animals she loved so much.
After she graduated with honours, the opportunity for a management role at Jurassic World came up. And she took it, working her way through the ranks to eventually run the park for William Ludlow. She hates to see the park run for the sake of profit, and has big plans for the future.
Spoiler: No, Owen & Claire do not end up together. She's got ambitions beyond wanting to have kids with the pretty man.
OCs inbound later today.
Please let me know if you want to be tagged in any of this :)
Summary: Billy decides to show you something special while you're both working on a documentation and exploration mission of the Islands.
Warnings: none
A/N: Another Spring Edition from last year's Fluff Bingo.
Billy Brennan Masterlist | Character Masterlist
"Billy, you sure this is a good idea? We're really getting away from the others."
Even as you voiced your concerns, it didn't occur to you or your feet to just stop moving, to make him stop as well. No, you kept following behind him as he took you a bit further into the densely packed copse on an island you never thought to explore.
"We're fine. It's not much further. Promise."
Oh, Billy and his promises.
They always got you right where he wanted you because of course they did. His sweet charm never failed to persuade you to take risks you'd never dare take without him urging you on. It's that charm that got you to even agree to this crazy exploration and documentation mission in the first place. If you had the power to resist it, you'd be back home, cozy and safe in your tiny apartment. But no, you hadn't that power, so here you were.
"Billy, I swear if we get eaten by raptors, I'm going to haunt you forever."
He had the audacity to grin at you over his shoulder at your threat. That cheekiness is exactly what got you each and every time. The jerk knew it, too.
"We're nowhere near their nests. I double checked the maps this morning."
"Oh, well, at least you did that. I feel so much better now," you grumbled though your words held little bite. The tension in your shoulders eased as you allowed yourself to relax a bit. Whatever Billy could get you to do (and that was a lot), he would never intentionally put you in danger. Himself maybe, but never you.
"You brought your camera?" he asked after a moment, pausing at the outer edge of the copse. "You're going to want proof of what you're about to see."
Motioning with his head, he stepped aside for you to take the lead. A large root stood between you and whatever he wanted you to see, but you had no need to fear it. Billy's hand came up and offered the leverage so you could navigate up and over it with ease. His cheeky grin never once left his face as he fell into step behind you.
"Billy, what are youâŚ" your voice trailed away.
As soon as you cleared the last of the overgrown roots, you saw exactly what he'd wanted you to see. Between two such roots and tucked at the tree's base, you spotted the nest. Several eggs had already hatched, their tiny dinosaurs having disappeared before your arrival.
Yet one egg twitched and lurched as whatever lay inside worked hard to get out.
From one moment to the next, the egg's shell cracked and a tiny head appeared.
Your camera sat forgotten until Billy nudged you, pointing between the camera and the scene playing out before you. With a gasp, you scooped it up and set it to record the moment rather than take photo after photo. You could always create stills later if you desired. This moment was too important to miss a nanosecond of it.
"What is it?" you asked softly, hoping not to startle the tiny dinosaur.
It was already working so hard to break loose of its egg. No way were you going to spook it if you could help it, possibly bringing predators down upon it. Or worse, whatever adults of the same creature that might want to protect it.
Billy didn't answer right away, but you glanced up to see a soft, wondrous smile had replaced his earlier cheeky grin. Only when you tapped at his booted ankle did he whisper back, "Pretty sure it's an iguanodon, but Dr. Grant or Dr. Harding can verify."
"Was this one on the list? I don't recall seeing it." Your brows drew together as you replayed the list over in your mind. While plenty of scarier dinosaurs had jumped out at you, you really couldn't say for certain you'd seen this particular one there among them. Not that it stopped you from enjoying the scene playing out before you. "It's an herbivore, right?"
"Yeah. It can also choose either all four legs or just two to walk on. Pretty incredible, isn't it?"
The little iguanodon managed to free itself of its remaining vestiges of egg, toddling off into the trees. No doubt seeking out better shelter from predators and food to help it grow.
When you could no longer see it, you stopped the recording on your camera and turned towards Billy with a giant grin on your face. "Thank you for showing this to me."
"Anytime."
Taking your hand back into his, Billy led you back towards the others and your campsite. The two of you took your time to enjoy the surroundings InGen and Hammond had created on the island. Though, neither of you forgot the dangers that were never far away, either, remaining ever vigilant.
It was only as you stepped back into camp that you turned to Billy and asked, "How did you know that nest was there?"
"Woke up early. Decided to explore a bit before the others got up." Before you could open your mouth to admonish him for wandering this unknown and dangerous terrain, he tugged you closer. His lips were close to yours when he added, "Next time, we'll go exploring together."
"Billy, I swear if we get eaten by raptors, I'm going to haunt you forever."Â
A valid promise lol.
Himself maybe, but never you.Â
Oh, himself definitely!
As soon as you cleared the last of the overgrown roots, you saw exactly what he'd wanted you to see. Between two such roots and tucked at the tree's base, you spotted the nest. Several eggs had already hatched, their tiny dinosaurs having disappeared before your arrival.
Yet one egg twitched and lurched as whatever lay inside worked hard to get out.
From one moment to the next, the egg's shell cracked and a tiny head appeared.
Your camera sat forgotten until Billy nudged you, pointing between the camera and the scene playing out before you. With a gasp, you scooped it up and set it to record the moment rather than take photo after photo. You could always create stills later if you desired. This moment was too important to miss a nanosecond of it.
Summary: Based on the prompt "If we get caught, I'm blaming you." for Claire
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, oral sex, fingering
Pairing: Claire Dearing x female reader
You smiled as you opened the door to the control room at the new paddock for the upcoming Indominus Rex attraction and saw your girlfriend inspecting the controls. If nothing else, Claire was an absolute perfectionist with a tendency to forget things. Important things. Things like her own damn birthday.
She barely even looked up as you walked in. It gave you a minute to check her out, though, so you werenât complaining. Tight cream-coloured pencil skirt hugging her ass and highlighting her curves, light see-through blouse with a tight tan tank top underneath that was cut low enough to give you a view of her breasts as she bent over the console. She chewed on her bottom lip as she focussed on the task at hand, whatever that was. Your girlfriend was gorgeous.
âHey, baby,â you called, startling her out of her focus. âItâs getting late.â
Claire blinked at you for a second, then her face fell. âWe had plans.â
You shook your head, still smiling as you crossed the room to wrap your arms around her from behind. âItâs fine. We can still have plans here,â you murmured, kissing her shoulder.
Her fingers slid up to curl in your hair and hold you close as she leaned against your cheek with a sigh. âIâm glad youâre here.â
âMe too,â you said, kissing her cheek. âYou know, we can always have our date here.â
Claire spun around in your arms and gave you a confused look as your hands settled on her hips. âHere? In the Indominus control room?â
âYeah. Why not?â you asked, shrugging. Granted, there wasnât a lot in there, but ultimately all you needed to enjoy yourself was Claire. The rest was just dressing.
âWhat would we even do? Itâs not like we even have a couch to curl up on and watch movies.â
A smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth as you eyed her up and down. âI can think of a few things, baby.â
âBe serious,â she sighed, cupping your cheek. God, her fingers were so soft.
You leaned into her touch and murmured, âI am serious.â One of your hands slid from her hip to the hem of her skirt, then over the soft skin of her thigh as you pushed the fabric up her legs, earning you a soft gasp as her eyes fluttered closed. âYou like that?â you whispered as your fingers ran over the smooth skin of her thighs.
Claire closed her eyes and nodded as you reached her lace panties, tracing patterns over the scalloped edge.
âDo you want me to keep going?â
Claireâs eyes fluttered open and she stared at you for a minute, chewing on her bottom lip. âIf we get caught, Iâm blaming you,â she said softly.
You chuckled and bent to lick and kiss the spot on her neck that made her melt in your arms. âI turned off the cameras,â you whispered against her skin, nipping gently.
She gasped, her finger tangling in your hair as you pushed her back toward the control panel. âYouâre saying you planned this?â
A smile pulled at your lips as you kissed across her collarbone. âPlanned to make love to my hot girlfriend on her birthday? Yeah, baby, I did.âÂ
Claire hopped up onto the control panel, winding her arms around your neck as you stepped between her legs and ran your hands over her thighs. She sighed into your kisses as she dropped her blouse on the control panel. âIâm sorry I forgot.â
âPart of your charm,â you murmured, nipping at her lips. âOnly you would get so caught up in work youâd forget your birthday.â
âLuckily, I have an amazing partner to remind me,â she murmured. Cupping your cheek, she drew her thumb lightly over your skin.
You leaned into her touch and pressed a kiss into the palm of her hand. Gliding your lips along her smooth skin, you placed another kiss on her wrist.Â
Two more trailing up her arm.
Your fingers pushed at the lace under her skirt.
Another kiss in the crook of her arm.
Up to her collarbone.
Fingers dancing over her underwear while she sighed contentedly under your touch.Â
Her fingers tangled in your hair as you licked and teased the sensitive spots on her shoulders and neck, gently biting to earn little moans. Dipping your fingers between her legs, you found her already wet for you.
âShit, Claire,â you sighed against her neck.
Your girlfriend gasped and tightened her grip in your hair as you ran your fingers over her panties. âPlease!â
ââPleaseâ what, baby?â you murmured, nuzzling her neck. Shit, her perfume smelled amazing.
âTouch me,â she breathed. âPlease.â
Smiling, you kissed your way back up to her lips. âHips up,â you said softly as you hooked your fingers in her panties. As soon as Claireâs hips left the control panel, you slid her panties down and let them drop on the floor, then surged back to her lips again. With a quick nip at her bottom lip, you trailed your lips back over her neck and collarbone. At the same time, you pushed her pencil skirt up around her waist and drew patterns over her inner thighs with your thumbs.
Your name left her lips in a stuttered moan as you kissed over her breasts, pulling one of her clothed nipples between your lips. Sucking and nipping at the peak, you groaned low in your throat as she cried out for you. If you werenât at risk of being caught, youâd toss the tank top to parts unknown and take your time.
But as it was, you reluctantly pulled away and kissed down over her stomach. You were so close, you could smell her arousal and fuck if that didnât make you wet.
Slowly, you got to your knees and blew a puff of hot air over her folds before moving to kiss your way up her thighs.
One kiss.
A gentle nip that you soothed with your tongue.
Another kiss.
Another bite and lick.
All the way up her thigh as she whimpered and gasped under your touch. When you reached the top of her legs, you reached up to part her folds with your thumbs. Her freshly waxed pussy glistened with arousal and you chuckled a little. âAnd you were teasing me about planning this?â
âNever hurts to be prepared,â Claire sighed as you stroked her gently; her hands urged you closer with a whispered âpleaseâ.
Who were you to deny the birthday girl?
You let her guide you and as soon as you were close enough, you licked a hot stripe through her wetness, moaning at the taste that was uniquely Claire. âShit, baby,â you sighed.
Soft whines and cries guided you as you pleasured her while her hands held you firmly in place - not that you had any intention of moving. Claireâs fingers massaged your scalp as you lapped at her. âFingers,â she gasped.
You smiled as you licked between her folds, then pulled back and teased her with your fingers, gathering her wetness before pushing your middle and ring fingers inside her slowly. Her warmth welcomed you easily. âYou take my fingers so good, baby,â you whispered, nipping at her thigh. âSo beautiful.â
âOh god,â she cried when you found her g-spot. âPlease!â
âSince you asked nicely,â you breathed, smiling against her thigh. Your lips trailed along the soft skin, alternating kisses and bites. When you reached her clit, you flicked your tongue gently over it as you sped up your fingers inside her.Â
Claireâs hips jogged against your face, matching your pace as you fucked her. âBaby!â
âYou close?â you murmured between kisses
âYeah,â she whined, fingers digging roughly into your scalp. âSo close!â
If nothing else, you knew just how you were affecting her by how informal her speech was; Claire stopped using full sentences and started using more contractions in her speech the further she lost herself. It was one of the things you loved most about her and you found it adorable.
Part of you wanted to torment her further, to prolong her pleasure, but the goal was to get her to stop focussing on work so you could get her home and have your way with her.
âThen cum for me, Claire,â you sighed. You pulled her clit between your lips, gently scraping it with your teeth, and sucked as you pushed your fingers harder against the spongy spot inside her.
A sharp gasp reached your ears before her thighs clamped down around your head and her pussy clenched around your fingers. Your name echoed around the tiny control room as she cried out for you.
Shit, you were pretty sure you were soaked through your pants, you were so damn turned on. As soon as you got her back to the penthouseâŚ.
You kept your pace until her hips slowed against your face and her cries died down. Then, after a few soft kisses, you slowly stood up and she pulled you to her lips, arms sliding around your neck.
âHappy birthday, baby,â you sighed between kisses.
Claire smiled that brilliant smile that was just for you and you melted. âTake me home?â
Summary: Ian doesn't like heights, but you convince him to go on the ferris wheel with you.
Pairing: Ian Malcolm x gender-neutral Reader
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
The bar locked into place in front of you on the ferris wheel, trapping you and your boyfriend, Ian Malcolm, in place. You grinned as you caught him white-knuckling the steel, jumping as the ride began to move. It had taken a hell of a lot of convincing to get him to go with you to begin with - statistics about how often and how well carnival rides are serviced and maintained, how the kid running it was barely old enough to drive, could you go on the teacups instead, the whole nine.
âBaby, you went on the roller coaster,â youâd deadpanned, arching an eyebrow.
âThatâs different,â heâd insisted before continuing his list of reasons not to go on the ferris wheel.
In the end, you won him over by telling him youâd find someone else to ride with you and approaching a random stranger to ask him to go.
Jealousy had won out and now he was sitting as stiffly and uncomfortably as possible as the wheel turned and the bucket jostled with the movement. Admittedly, you mightâve been helping it move.
âIsland full of dinosaurs to rescue your ex, but youâre terrified of the ferris wheel,â you said, trying to pry his hand off the bar. âShould I be jealous?â
Ian levelled a look at you that said he wasnât impressed with your teasing. âThe dinosaurs were on the ground, Y/N.â
âDidnât Hammondâs list include Pterosaurs?â
Ian glared at you as the bucket shook. âThis is what I get for dating a paleontologist.â
You patted his cheek, grinning widely. âYouâll be fine, Ian.â Leaning back in the bucket, you slid your arm into his and watched the park. âAre you going to spend the whole ride holding the safety bar in a death grip or are you going to come back here and hold me?â
âBar,â he said, risking a glance at the next bucket. âDefinitely bar.â
He wanted to be stubborn? Fine. You could work with that. âI thought we could have a romantic time alone in this bucket, cuddling under the stars while you babble on about strange attractives.â
âStrange attraction,â he muttered, finally turning to look at you, his brow furrowed in irritation.
Good. He was focussing on you, not the ride. âThatâs what I said,â you insisted. If romance wasnât going to pull his head out of his ass, an ad hoc lecture on chaos theory would absolutely do the trick. Not the romantic ride youâd envisioned, but at least he wouldnât be terrified the whole time. And maybe you could get him back on once he survived his first trip.
Ian muttered something under his breath about you doing this on purpose, but nonetheless launched into an explanation of strange attractors. And the Lorenz attractor. And fixed-point attractors.
The ride came to a stop just shy of the next step, which you knew from experience was a lecture on fractals. God, he was lucky you loved him.
Ian didnât seem to even notice the ride was over until the attendant lifted the bar, startling him out of his tirade.
Biting back a smile, you stood up and offered him your hand. âCome on, baby. Iâll get you an ice cream for being so brave,â you teased.
âDouble chocolate chip,â he grumbled, taking your hand and pulling you into his arms as you walked.
