Summary: It was a near miss. A close call. You are fine. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself to keep from descending into a state of complete and total panic.
Warning: Dinosaur attack, blood, general scary dinosaur behaviour. Smut, thigh riding, mommy kink, praise kink. Dom Zora kinda. Choking kink.
You're all standing in a field, tall luscious, green grass brushing against you as it’s swayed by the wind.
Zora and Henry stand not even ten steps ahead of you, barely visible in the tall grass. Both of them are enraptured by the titanosaurus in front of them.
You’re just as mesmerised, watching the animal embrace its lover. It's truly a sight to see. Something so heart warming. So surreal.
Everything about the moment feels perfect. The warmth from the sun heats you just enough to keep you comfortable. The breeze drifts through the grass, making the soft surface brush against your skin. The sounds of nature surround you, lulling you into a state of tranquility.
The look on your girlfriend's face brings everything together. The complete awe and wonder in her eyes draws your attention almost as much as the dinosaurs themselves.
Zora turns toward you, a cheeky smile on her face as she gestures towards the two titanosaurus and then between the two of you. You shake your head at her, a laugh tumbling past your lips at her silly sweetness. She winks at you, smile wide on her face before she turns back toward the two dinosaurs.
Your own eyes follow hers, gazing up at the sixty five foot dinosaurs. Elation fills you. This is something you’d dreamed of for years. You’ve imagined this moment so many times. You don’t think you could be any more at peace.
You close your eyes, taking a deep, prolonged breath to savour the moment. Life really couldn’t get any more perfect than this.
A sharp rustle from behind you catches your attention, your eyes snapping open as you turn. You half expect to see a baby triceratops or some other herbivorous dinosaur. You smile, eager to meet a dinosaur up close.
The grass parts, a long snout peaking out, sharp teeth bared. A noise fills the air, low and pulsing. Your breath catches in your throat, the creature steps forward and you come face to face with a raptor.
You scream, raw and instinctive, staggering back a few steps. It lunges at you, knocking you to the floor as its talons dig into your shoulder.
You cry out, blood dripping from your wound. The raptor tilts its head at you, contemplating. For a terrifying second you think you see the creature smile. Crazed and vindictive. Enjoying the pain it’s causing you. The raptor shifts its weight, its tallon digging into your skin further. Tears stream down your face, your eyes wide as you stare up at the monster on top of you.
The raptor rears its head back, mouth wide open ready for attack. It lets out a terrifying shriek, the force of it pushing you further against the ground. You close your eyes, terror seeping into your bones as you wait to feel its teeth rip into your flesh.
Loud shots ring through the air, one after another, each followed by a howl from the animal above you as it digs its claw further into your skin.
The raptors body is heavy when it crashes against yours, limp and unmoving. You want to scream, to claw your way out from under the crushing weight of the beast. But you can’t move, your body too overcome by shock to cooperate.
Zora’s boots land against the ground with a loud thud as she runs to your side, the noise dulled, all but drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears.
“Y/n!” Her eyes are wide, frantic as she looks down at you. Her voice is loud and demanding as she yells for everyone to help lift the creature off of you.
Her hands are firm on you as she drags you from behind the raptor, hauling you up onto your feet with impressive strength.
“Are you okay?” Her voice sounds distant, her hands where they grip your forearms barely registering in your mind. “Are you hurt?”
Your breathing is uneven, your hands shaking, from fear or adrenaline you didn’t know. “M-my shoulder.” You whimper, Zora eyes immediately zero in on the wound. “We need to get you bandaged up.”
You nod shakily, all your senses coming back to you at once as you feel Zora move to step away. Everything is too much, the sun, the breeze against your skin, the quiet sound of long grass grazing off each other. You feel altogether too fragile. Too raw and open to the world.
Your hands clutch at her instinctively, knuckles white as they grip the front of her tactical gear. “No please.” You all but cry, desperation lining your voice.
Zora’s eyes snap to yours. She looks at you, really looks, the sheer terror in your eyes, the colour drained from your face. You're shaking, she can feel it where you hold her, see it in the way your legs barely keep you upright.
Zora’s jaw locks, her eyes darting to the unmoving dinosaur on the ground, green orbs filling with something altogether too hateful. She nearly lost you. That damned thing could have killed you. It was going to.
“We need to get out of here.” Henry’s voice pierces through her thoughts. “Raptors hunt in packs. If there’s one, the others aren’t far behind.”
Zora nods, ordering Henry to pass her bandages and a wrap. She makes quick work to cover the wound on your shoulder. It’s messy and rushed but it’ll have to do for now.
“Now, Z!” Duncan calls, voice filled with urgency, his eyes scanning through the field for possible threats. She doesn’t bother giving him an answer.
“Can you walk?” She asks you instead, eyes boring into yours. You nod shakily, your legs collapsing under you as you try to take a step.
Henry is at your side in seconds, slinging one of your arms over his shoulder as Zora does the same with your other.
You're slow as you move through the field towards the outpost nearby. Zora and Henry practically have to drag you. You keep apologising, insisting you don’t understand what’s going on with you.
“You're in shock.” Henry says, his voice soft. “It should wear off soon.”
Zora stays silent through the journey. Her eyes fixed straight ahead of her, her jaw locked. Her hands around you never falter. Her mind replaying the moment she heard you scream on loop. She hesitated. When she turned and saw you on the ground, the raptor pinning you. She hesitated, her whole body just shut down, fear of losing you taking her over. It was all of five seconds before she kicked into action. But those five seconds could have cost you your life. She’s not sure she’ll ever forgive herself for that.
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Once the outpost is cleared and checked for security concerns you all decide it’s best to spend the night. Everyone needing rest after the long day you’ve all had.
Zora takes time to clean your wound properly, all the while murmuring soothing words and soft apologies as you flinch and try to stifle whimpers.
She bandages it with care, ensuring you’re comfortable and will heal properly. You were lucky enough to only have a flesh wound, no bone or muscle damage. Nothing too severe anyway. You’ll still have to go to a hospital once you get home but this will keep you going for now.
Once everything is done she asks how it feels, placing a kiss above the wound once you nod your approval and thank her. The shock has worn off now, though you're still extra clingy. Still needing your girlfriend close.
Zora stares at you for a long moment, at the now bandaged wound on your shoulder, at your hand where it's laced with hers. Your head rests on her shoulder, your breathing back to normal as you soak up the comfort she offers you.
Zora’s mind flashes back to the attack. To the moment she nearly lost you. Her eyes darken, her hand tightening in yours. You look up at her, a question on the tip of your tongue before she stands, pulling you up with her.
She ignores you as you ask where she’s taking you, doesn’t answer when you ask if she’s alright. She leads you out of the room where everyone rests, up three flights of stairs, and down hallways, through doors until she deems you both far enough not to be heard by the others.
“Zora-“
She shushes you, hands gripping at your waist. She leans in, lips hovering over yours, her breath shaky. “I could have lost you.” She whispers. She’s slow as she backs you against a wall, mindful of your shoulder. Her hands push gently at your hips, her eyes locked where her hands meet your skin.
Her fingers run over your body, tracing every inch of skin she can reach, hands sliding under your clothes. “If I had reacted a second later…”
“But you didn’t.” You reassure her, hand resting on her cheek. “You saved me.”
Zora’s eyes snap to yours, darkening, something unreadable flickering over her face. Her hands grasp at you, pushing you firmly against the wall.
“Zora!” You gasp, exasperated. Confusion flickers over your face, brows knitted together at her actions.
“I almost lost you.” She whispers again, the pain dripping from her words knocking the air from your lungs.
“I need to feel you.” She says desperately, her body leaning into yours. “Please, baby.”
The second you nod Zora drops to her knees, gently pulling your pants and panties down your legs, kissing every inch of skin exposed to her. Once they reach your ankles Zora lifts each leg gently to remove the offending clothes, tossing them to the side with little care for where they land. She leans forward, her eyes slipping closed as she rests her head against your bare thigh. You bring your hand to her head, gently carding your fingers through her hair.
She releases a shaky breath, leaning back to look up at you. Your breath catches at the sigh of her and she smiles, leaning in to place a final kiss to each thigh before rising to stand in front of you.
She makes quick work of riding herself of her own pants, leaving her standing before you in black panties and her green vest top. Your mouth waters at the sight of her, toned legs and muscular arms on display.
She’s back on you in seconds, her body pushing yours back against the wall. Her breath fans over your lips as her thigh slides between yours, pushing up against you, pressure hitting right where you need it and you gasp. Your hands fly to her shoulders, your hips moving against her on their own accord.
Her thigh is firm and warm between your legs, your arousal making her skin slick. “Oh god.” You groan, head falling back against the wall, all thoughts of your close call earlier in the day gone from your mind.
Zora’s hands find their home at your hips, guiding your movements. You sign, her name tumbling past your lips. Zora smiles. “Good girl.” Her lips trace your neck, kissing and biting any bit of skin she finds.
You moan, hips stuttering against her thigh and her hold on your hips tighten, pushing you down against her greedily.
“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” She says between marking and kissing the delicate skin of your neck.
“I’m fine, love.” You pant, hips grinding down more insistently. Her thigh pushes up against you, her hands dragging you forward. “Really I- fuck that feels good.” You moan, a fresh wave of arousal hitting Zora’s thigh.
“What you are.” Zora’s voice is dark, filled with lust and something else as her hand comes to rest around your neck, applying enough pressure to make your head swim. “Is mine.”
“Mine to love.” She presses a kiss to the mark she’s made on your neck.
“Mine to protect.” She kisses your cheek.
Her lips hover over yours, greedily taking in every moan and whimper falling from your lips. “Mine to fuck. However I like. Whenever I like.”
“Oh god, Zora. Please.” She smiles, her grip on your throat tightening. You’re soaking, slick spreading down your thighs and over Zora’s.
Her lips trail from yours over your cheek to your ear, her hot breath setting your body on fire. “Go on, baby. Cum against mommy’s thigh.” She takes the lobe of your ear between her teeth, biting gently.
A loud moan passes your lips, your legs shaking, pleas and her name falling past your lips as you come apart on your girlfriend’s thigh.
Your hands grip her shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to leave a mark and she loves it. Loves that she’ll have a reminder of you like this. Completely ruined for her and only her.
“Just like that baby.” She coos, guiding your hips to ride out your high against her. “Fuck you’re so pretty like this.”
It takes you a few minutes to come back to yourself, your breathing laboured, head leaning against zora’s shoulder as you catch your breath.
Zora’s hands move, one running over your back soothingly and the other cradling the back of your head against her. “There you go, baby. You're okay.” She whispers.
You lean back, arms loose around her neck as you look up at her. “I really am, you know. I’m okay. It was scary but then you were there and I knew I was safe.”
Zora releases a breath, her lips covering yours in less than a second. She kisses you softly, like she needs it. She kisses you like she’s planning to for the rest of her life.
She pulls back to look at you, her hands pulling you flush against her. “Marry me.”
“What?” You blurt out, eyes wide.
Zora smiles, nudging your nose with hers. “I love you. I never want to be without you.” She leans in to kiss you again, loving the way you melt into her.
“Marry me.” She whispers into the air between your lips.
You smile, a teasing lilt to your voice. “No ring Bennet?”
Zora laughs, her smile lighting up her face. “When we get home I’ll get you any damn ring you want.”
Her face turns serious but the softness in her eyes stays. “Marry me.” Her voice drips in sincerity. “And I’ll spend every day of my life showing you how much I love you.”
“Well.” You say, pulling her into another kiss. “When you say it like that, how could a girl say no?”
♡ summary: you and Henry Loomis take turns saving each other's lives
warnings: Jurassic world: Rebirth spoilers!, violence, blood
wc: 2.6k
When Zora asked you to come on this mission with her, you hadn't expected a cute nerdy doctor to be on the trip as well. It was explained to you as a dangerous sample retrieval. Based on how it was going, you were questioning the weight behind those words.
The sample was in Duncan's hand. Two down, one to go. Retrieving the first was fairly simple, it had come up before you were even at the island. Zora shot it from the boat as it swam alongside you.
You had nearly fallen off the boat when the Mosasaurus slammed into it, but someone grabbed you before the water could take you. You were pulled flush against Dr. Loomis, his hands tight on your sides.
"You okay?"
"Uh huh."
The second sample was the easiest to get and part of probably the most ethereal scene you'd ever witnessed. You'd never seen a dinosaur up close like this. Sure, you'd seen fossils and you'd seen pictures and obviously you had heard about them online but... seeing them now was a whole different experience. Clearly it was for Henry as well.
He has his hand on the Titanosaurus's leg as he glances back at you, his eyes watery. You smile at him but his face changes. His gaze moves to something behind you and his smile drops, expression becoming worried.
"Look out!" He shouts and you turn, spotting a Quetzalcoatlus flying directly at you. Your eyes widen and you take a small step back but you're frozen in fear as a loud roar sounds from the sky. Suddenly, a body collides with yours as you're tackled to the ground just as the Quetzalcoatlus swoops at you, his mouth wide open. It flies directly over you and Henry, missing you by a few inches.
The dinosaur swoops up in the sky and as it curves back to attack again, Leclerc shoots at it, the bullets grazing by its wings. It retreats with a shriek when one of the bullets pierces through its skin.
You're breathing heavy as you stared up at Henry. He'd landed halfway on top of you after the tackle and now he watched you with a worried expression.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah." You breathed, nodding.
"Good... good." You wait a few moments before speaking.
"Do you wanna get off me now?"
"Yep, yes, sorry." He quickly gets to his feet, holding out a hand to help you up.
The third sample should have been easy to get. Sneak into the Pteranodon nest, get the sample from one of the eggs, and be on your way. But, as it turns out, dinosaurs aren't all that amenable to humans messing with their babies.
"Do we have to get a sample from an egg?" Martin asked, crouching down next to Henry. He paused, turning to address him.
"I suppose we could try to get it from the parent, but they're a flying carnivore the size of an F16." He replied, shrugging his backpack on. You chuckled at his response, shaking your head as you fastened the rope around yourself and the doctor glanced up. "What's so funny?" He must not realize the humor in his dry tone.
"Oh, nothing." You shake your head again. You catch him watching as Leclerc rappels down the cliff side, Henry leaning over the edge, his eyes wide. You put a hand on his shoulder and he jolts. "Are you good?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Yeah, yeah." He crawls back from the edge. "Uh, I mean I have a twenty foot climbing wall in my gym, so..." You look up at him as you put on your gloves.
"There you go, that's exactly like what we're doing." He smiles at your reassurance and Duncan drops a pair of gloves into his lap, crouching next to him.
"Yeah but, twenty five times in a row and you're five hundred feet up, so, if you fall... you die."
"Okay, that's unhelpful." You muttered, standing and readying yourself to rappel down. Henry begins the descent, forcing himself to take deep breaths.
He starts off well, but then he kicks off too far and his feet don't reach the wall. He clings to the rocks once he gets close enough, his eyes wide. You glide down your own rope, pausing next to him.
"It's fun, right?" You smile, continuing on down as he glances down at you. He takes a deep breath before accidentally giving himself way too much slack as he starts free falling down. He catches himself, coming to a sharp stop next to you with a yelp before clinging to the rocks again.
"You're doing great. Only forty more feet to go." You gave him a smile before the two of you heard a loud screech and looked up. The Quetzalcoatlus is near. "Time to go." You lower yourself the rest of the way down to the nest. Henry lands next to you a moment later, only, he lands slightly behind you, his feet halfway off the ledge, the momentum making him lean backward.
His eyes widened and his arms waved a little, trying to keep himself from falling. You turn around, quickly grabbing his outstretched arm and pulling him back onto the ledge.
"See? Just like the gym." He gives you a smile as he starts to unhook himself from the rope but a glance into the nest distracts him. He heads further in to check it out and you follow.
Watching him step carefully into the nest, you ask, "What is this place? Some kind of ancient temple?" He crouches down, lifting an egg to the light and inserting the extraction device.
"It won't hurt the embryo." He mutters, almost to himself as it starts to fill. You wander behind him, glancing around at the walls of the cave-like nest.
"Maybe we should make this quick."
"Not without breaking the egg sack." You crouch in front of him, watching as he works.
"You're a very impressive nerd, Henry." He chuckles at that, glancing away for a moment as a blush rises on his cheeks. "What would the alternative be?"
"To what?" He asks, his focus still on the egg.
"To handing the samples over to Parker Genix." He looks up at you now, his eyes gleaming.
"We open source it. We give it to the whole world. A bunch of people create the medicine, nobody owns the patent, everyone has access, and tens of millions of lives are saved. It's all of us. Not some of us."
"I don't make any money in that scenario." You joked.
"Oh, no, you're broke as hell." He teased right back.
"Yeah, I don't love that part." He chuckled, his smile warming your insides.
"I've got it." He lifts the sample, sending a grin at you, which you returned before you heard a shout from Leclerc outside. You both turned your head to find the Quetzalcoatlus climbing into the nest.
"Uh oh." You said as you stood, Henry placed the egg back carefully and standing as well, scrambling to get out of the way as the dinosaur kept forward. It snapped its beak at him twice and he yelped, jumping backwards and trying to hide behind a pillar, you on the opposite side of the cave.
"Hey!" You got the Quetzalcoatlus's attention as it turned, shrieking at you. You cursed, backing away from it. "The sample!" You shouted to Henry when you noticed it still on the ground. He moved forward, trying to grab it but quickly scrambled back when the Quetzalcoatlus nipped at him, kicking the sample further away.
You started kicking at it to keep its attention when Leclerc threw his hammer in the cave, hitting the dinosaur in the head. It turned to growl at him before leaving the cave in search of Leclerc. As soon as it was gone, Henry rushed to grab the sample.
"Are you okay?" He looks up at you, concern furrowing his brows.
"Yeah. You?" You breathed but before he could respond, he noticed his rope rapidly being pulled out of the cave.
"Oh, shit-" He was yanked backwards, tumbling down the stairs and dragged across the ground as he grappled for the dropped sample. You raced after him barely grabbing his rope before your tugged down by it.
He's pulled over the ledge, falling freely until you catch yourself, feet bracing on the rock and stopping his fall. He grunts as he is swung around mid air, slamming into the stone. The rope swings to the side, knocking the sample lower into his view.
Henry attempts to swing himself over to grab the sample, the rope dragging along the stone, wearing away at the material.
"Henry! Henry, stop!" You call out to him.
"I nearly got it!" He swings again as you use all your strength to hold the rope. He makes it to the ledge this time but you can see the rope fraying.
"Henry! It's gonna break!" He grabbed the sample, an elated smile growing on his face.
"I got it!"
It beeps and shoots out of his hand, the parachute deploying as the rope snaps. Henry watches it fall, the smile dropping from his expression as he realizes his predicament. You call out his name again, leaning over the edge and being forced to watch as the stone he's holding onto breaks off of the cliff, tumbling to the ground with him.
He tumbles through some trees, landing in a pit of water. When he surfaces, he crawls to a rock where he lays, catching his breath. As you, Kincaid, and Martin make it down, the sample slowly descends next to the doctor.
You make eye contact with him, chest heaving and mind racing at the thought of what could have happened to him.
You'd made it through the underground tunnel system to the end where the metal bars stood in your way of freedom. Isabella, the young girl that's you'd picked up at the beginning of this whole mess was able to slip through the bars.
You all shouted for her to stop, to come back, but she ran to the control panel that would open the gate. What she didn't realize was that the D-rec was out there waiting for her.
"Guys we have to open the gate, they're coming!" Teresa shouted hysterically as she watched the Mutadon climb through the gate above her.
Bella opened the gate and the D-rex leaned down, peering through into the tunnels. You all hurried to either side of the opening, Henry pulling you back with him to hide from the dinosaur. Suddenly, a siren sounded, pulling its attention away from the group of you. Martin's jeep was loudly approaching and he didn't notice the D-rex until it was too late.
It slammed a hand down on the front of the car making Martin fly up and slam into the top of the windshield, flipping over the front of it.
"Go, go, go!" Kincaid said, and everyone started running forward, using the distraction of the dinosaur to escape. You noticed that Teresa still had her eyes locked on the Mutadon in fear and you rushed back to get her.
"The gate's open, we have to go." You pushed her ahead of you as the Mutadon made it through the gate above the tunnels, rising to its feet above you. You backed up, turning to run away but you weren't fast enough.
The dinosaur lunges at you, bringing you to the ground as its teeth sink into your leg, the first appendage it could reach. You cried out in pain as Kincaid ran back to help, shooting at the dinosaur. It screeched, backing off as he dragged you away.
"Now, Z, now!" Duncan yelled, half-dragging you out of the tunnels and Zora slammed the lever down, the gate quickly shutting before the Mutadon could make it out.
You were on your feet but losing blood fast as you followed the others to the dock, Henry taking over for Duncan, slinging your arm over his shoulders as you limped beside him. The D-Rex grabbing Martin in its fist, lifting him into the air and taking a bite out of him and Z ran back to grab the briefcase with the samples.
"Lower the boat." Zora called.
"Where's the power?" Reuben asked, flicking a switch. An alarm sounded and Zora passed the briefcase to Reuben, taking over. Suddenly, the little girl cried out, staring up at the D-Rex who looked above her, growling lowly. The group was split, Xavier, Reuben, Zora, and Teresa by the boat, you, Henry, and Kincaid on the other end of the doc, and Bella in between, frozen in fear.
"It's attracted to the lights, turn it off. Turn it off!" Henry shouted, but his words gave Duncan an idea as he looked up at the dinosaur.
"Give me the flares!" Kincaid said, tugging them out of Henry's pocket. "I've got it, I've got it-"
"No, no, no-" Henry started to protest but Duncan was already lighting them.
"Hey! Right here! You want me?" Duncan waved the flare, backing away from where you and Henry stood, drawing the D-rex's attention away from Bella. "Come on! Come on!" Zora noticed and rushed away from the boat, calling out to her friend.
"Don't wait, Zora, get the kids! Go!"
"Come on!"
"Save them!" Duncan nodded as Henry led you to the other end of the dock away from the dinosaur, Kincaid running and diving into the water, sacrificing himself for all of you. Zora rushed back, beginning to whack at the chain that held the boat up until it snapped, dropping the boat into the water.
She ushers everyone in, the family first, then Henry who climbs in before you to help you down into it.
"Zora! Zora, come on!" You shouted from the boat as she stood on the dock, calling out for Duncan. "We have to go!" She looked back at you and clenched her jaw, rushing back to the boat. Reuben yanks at the chain until the boat starts, just before the d-rex can get you, the boat speeds away.
It's roar echoes in the night after you as it turns, heading back to the water. Zora calls out for him twice more before she sees something shoot into the sky. A flare.
"Turn the boat around!" She flicks the light on as you search for Duncan in the water. He has another flare in his hand, smiling widely as the boat approaches him.
The sun is rising on the horizon, painting the water a shimmering gold as the boat sails further and further from the island. Henry, sat next to you, yanks off his vest, tying it around your leg to act as a tourniquet. You've lost a lot of blood tonight.
"Sorry, I'm sorry." He apologizes when you winced in pain. "How do you feel?" Henry asks, glancing at you worriedly.
"Fine. I feel kinda lightheaded, though."
"That'd be the blood loss." You chuckled a bit. Your head slumps down onto his shoulder as you sighed. You glanced up to find a group of dolphins swimming beside the boat. A smile grows on your face and you look over at Henry who is smiling also.
He looks down at you, his gaze flickering down to your lips for a moment. You lean a little closer to him, your nose nudging against his jaw, giving him permission. He finally bends down fully, slotting his lips against yours, tilting his head. The kiss is sweet, brief, but sweet all the same.
His arm settles carefully around your shoulders as you lean into his side once again, your eyes fluttering shut as the boat takes you home.
Description: When Henry and Y/N fall from the cliff and into the water, it causes something to awake in them.
Warning: Smut, Public Sex (Sorta), Tit sucking
Word Count:1,024
One minute she was trying to hold Henry by a rope so he didn’t fall and the next minute she was falling with him into a body of water. Their screams filled the air as Zora called their names. Both of their bodies hit water as little dinosaurs saw and went to investigate.
They all scurried away when Henry rose from the water. He looked around for Y/N as she rose too breathing hard. “Shit. That was intense.” She said to him and he nodded, looking around. She swam to a rock and nearly collapsed on it, she was soaked and her hair and makeup was so messy.
Yet Henry couldn’t help but stare, her clothing stuck to her body making it easier to see through her white tank top. Her tank had lifted a bit to show her stomach and Henry’s eyes widened, she looked a little too good for someone who was just nearly killed. “You okay?” She asked him and he nodded, “Yeah.” He lied as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her body.
She saw this and smirked at him, “Never seen a hot wet woman before?” She asked and he looked at her, a little taken back. “What?” He asked and she sat up. “I see you staring at me. Maybe you should do something about it.” She was flirting with him after they fell 500 feet. He looked at her in shock and she rolled her eyes before pulling him in for a kiss.
The kiss was nice and wet, it took him a second to kiss back but once he did it was a full on make out session. She pulled him closer and he placed his hands on the rock, her hands on his face. She pulled away to breath and saw that his hands weren’t on her body like they should be. She takes them and places them on her boobs. Her shirt was soaked but that wasn’t why his jaw dropped.
“Squeeze em’ its okay.” She reassured him and he did more than that. He tore her tank top from her body and placed it behind her still on the rock, her bralette (also soaked) came off next making her gasp as the air hit her nipples, making them hard. He looked in awe at her naked chest and she ran her hand through his wet hair, “touch them.”
She tells him and he nods, moving down so he can suck on her nipples. She bit her lip as she felt his warm mouth close around one. Both her hands in his hair, his other hand was on the other tit, playing with it. “Henry, fuck.” She groaned. He moved to suck on the other one but she pulled him back up, “We probably don’t have a lot of time.” She told him and looked around for any signs of the others or dinosaurs.
He nodded and kissed her again, this time taking the lead. Her hands trying to unzip his jeans, “I need you inside of me now.” She whimpers against his lips. He quickly helps her unzip and pulls down his wet jeans before helping her pull down hers. She was soaked and not even just from the water. She was ready to take him and didn’t need any foreplay.
He let out a deep breath he wasn’t aware he was holding as he stared at her pussy. “Come on, Henry.” She whined and he nodded before pulling her closer so he could enter her. Her eyes widened as she saw him, “you’re so big.” She whispers and he gets an ounce of confidence but he enters her nearly in one thrust. Her hand slaps to her mouth and her eyes nearly roll as he does this.
He also has to take a deep breath from how good she feels around him. “You feel incredible.” He mumbles before closing his eyes and thrusting. She pulls him impossibly closer so she can hold onto him as he rocks his body against her. Both of them were soaked and dirty but it made the sex all the better. He was trying to stay quiet as he let out little grunts in her ear that made her even more wet.
He sounded so sexy it made her dizzy, “Henry.” she moaned softly, wanting to scream it. She was so close, this entire situation turned her on. Trying to quietly fuck in a dangerous situation, she was way too wet for this. “I-I-” But she couldn’t form a sentence, she was so close to cumming. “It’s okay, let go.” Those four words were it for her as her eyes rolled and a silent scream left her.
Her pussy spasmed against him as she came, his hips slowed for a moment so she could ride out her high, clinging to him. His hips picked up again after her orgasm so he could chase his own. Her breathy moans and whimpers from over stimulation kicked in and it was too loud. Henry’s hand clasped over her mouth muffling the noise, “Almost done.” He groaned and she nodded, though she didn’t want it to be over.
She loved him being inside of her, it was an addiction. His dick twitches and she wished that the moment and the feeling of him could last forever but he was cumming inside of her and it was over. His body slumped against her, his breathing hard and he wished that they could just fall asleep like this but they couldn’t, not on this island. “You okay?” She asked and he nodded against her neck making her giggle.
He pulled out, making her whimper, “We should try to get back with the others.” He said as he pulled up his very wet jeans. She nodded and grabbed her bra and tank top trying to put them on. Zora found them and covered her mouth, realizing that they just had sex. “Hey you two!” She called and they turned in horror to see Zora smirking at them. Y/N got her tank top off pulled down and mumbled, “This is going to be fun.”
I've come to terms with the fact that I need to write relationship headcanons BEFORE writing any sort of fic or drabble about a character, otherwise I am suddenly physically incapable of writing.
Dr. Henry Loomis Relationship Headcanons!
By me (Lagooneah)
So uh... Jurassic Universe hyperfixation goes crazy- Saw Rebirth like LAST NIGHT (at the time of writing this, #procrastination) and now I can't stop thinking about dinosaurs... (and him)
I imagine him to be a pretty attentive partner, like SO attentive that it almost feels unreal.
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Very much a "Ass or boobs?" - "Personality." kind of dude. (In concept, not specific for the female sex!)
Though he probably couldn't pick a "favorite body part" of any kind of partner, so that's another reason.
He isn't the type to care for the "perfect" body unrealistic standard. He's aware that it's unrealistic, and he doesn't blink in any wrong direction if you've got any kind of "negative" body traits.
Stretch Marks? It's natural for a human, hell, any organisms body to grow and stretch the skin, so why would he mind? He'll worship them if you need it, anything to reassure you you're beautiful/handsome.
"Small" in ANY way? Who cares? You're you, and you are who he's devoted to. Therefore, you are perfect for him and he will NEVER complain or be upset over a trait you were born with because that's a futile use of his mind.
Got a thicker body type? Some chub here and there or everywhere? He will LOVE squeezing and loving on those parts, don't you worry.
Moles? Blemishes? ANY imperfection you can find on yourself won't be an imperfection by the end of the day. He will WORSHIP you, head to toe, mind to matter.
That's another thing, he absolutely loves to listen to you.
He likes keeping a mental journal of all of your likes and dislikes, little quirks you've got, etc etc.
I bet he also likes a bit of humor in his partner, he likes a silly partner, even if he can only shoot back an awkward response.
He also is the type to kinda like if his partner is a little mean/dominant.
Like not genuinely mean, but very opinionated, bossy, the type to grab his arm and drag him somewhere or to grab his chin and move his head to wherever you need him to look.
In that same vein of listening, he LOVES when you'll listen to him ramble on and on about dinosaurs and other prehistoric beings.
One of his "love languages" is actually him showing you what he loves doing, the ins and outs of his career and what he knows.
He takes you around the museum, shows you all the DNA presentations that he learned from AND created, and he especially loves pointing out how a lot of creatures don't look necessarily correct and he sketch's out what they'd actually theoretically look like.
To circle back, he returns your listening skills tenfold. He KNOWS you, he gets all the tea from your workplace, he gets all the random interest knowledge (video games, movies, tv shows, hobbies in general!)
He knows how to gift like a motherfucker I just know it.
He will get you more generic gifts, either from your interests or for how you want to present, and then he'll get you at least ONE incredibly specific and niche "made for you and only you" item, event, experience etc.
And he'll do this with every single special occasion, and THEN some with a random gift here and there.
He'd get you more, but with his line of work there can be times when money is inconsistent, and he'd much rather save up and get you something GOOD than constantly getting you okay-ish things.
Flowers, candy, clothes, small things just to surprise you? are exceptions lol, those are basic expectations that he holds for himself and will always (and constantly) meet.
He's the type to just blurt out random facts that he happens to know, and this gets triggered by literally everything.
You point out a cute dog you saw? After you've asked the owner to meet it and take a photo, Henry gives you a cute little tid-bit on that specific breed.
It likely makes you laugh, but he doesn't mind you laughing or calling him a nerd, he ultimately gets to put a smile on your face so he wins in his mind.
I know he's accidentally cuddly.
Like, he acts like he won't cling, especially in public, but when doors are closed? He gets SO close to you, you'd think he was in your skin.
He might try to get in one day.
His limbs always find themselves tangled with yours even if you fall asleep apart, he instinctively grabs your hand if something sudden happens, etc etc.
He loves being close to you, it's a habit.
Another habit is him saying your name or calling you in the late hours.
Like, he's falling asleep at his desk, somewhat in the middle of an experiment, calling your name to "turn the lights up a bit, please."
One time, one of his coworkers was also in the office at a late hour, and he put a hand on his shoulder to try and tell him to head home.
He did, but THE Dr. Henry Loomis mumbled a, "Ok [insert pet name]..." to his coworker before leaving him in confusion, because yes, he thought that hand was yours.
Loomis was super awkward when you first met him, it's a fact I fear.
He knows how to handle DNA samples, complex machines, and analyze just about ANYTHING- but if he has to ask someone out on a date then it's over.
He was a little (a lot) jittery when he first approached you at the local coffee shop in NYC.
He probably spoke a little fast, causing you to raise an eyebrow and ask "Sorry?" when he attempted to ask you out. Which made him malfunction, ask again in a disorganized manner, making you giggle and say yes because HELLO- he was super cute the whole time in this interaction despite him personally feeling like he totally screwed himself over.
After he really gets to know you and gets used to your presence, in pure introverted fashion, he becomes a YAPPER that loves being around you. (as previously explored)
He totally would take on more work for the chance of earning more money so that he can provide for you, give you a comfortable life with everything you want and need- regardless of your career status.
He wants to treat you because he loves you, duh.
With that? Love Languages are totally Physical Touch, Gift Giving, and Words of Affirmation. (Or just him listening to you and you listening to him)
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A/N: So... Little Relationship Headcanon while I write a fic drabble of this wonderful science man. The Jurassic Universe finally threw the nerd lovers a bone and gave us all a nice, smart man who respects others and acknowledges that a woman can do things better than him (Unlike Owen's dumbass) so yeah!! I hope you all liked it, and I hope to write more on him soon!! Love ya, bye!
Dr. Henry Loomis was many things: a summa cum laude graduate, student of the renowned Alan Grant, museum exhibition manager, and briefly an advisor to Parker-Genix. He’d made it through a Spinosaurus-Mosasaurus ambush, touched a Titanosaurus, nearly been pecked to death by a Quetzalcoatlus, fallen from a cliff, and been chased by mutant dinosaurs that shouldn’t have existed. Three spec-ops (they were totally mercenaries) had died on that island mission, yet he’d survived and kept his glasses intact. And after all that… he was pretty sure his partner was gonna be the death of him.
“You want me to what?” he squeaked, feeling the tips of his ears heat up.
Down on the ground, you were perched comfortably between Henry’s legs, eyelashes fluttering anything but innocently. Your cheek rested on his thigh so casually that one would think you belonged there (you did, and you’d swear that under oath).
“You heard me, Loomis,” you cooed, lips twisting into what could only be described as a Cheshire Cat grin. “Talk nerdy to me.”
The paleontologist blinked owlishly from behind his round spectacles. Part of him was wondering if he’d gotten concussed during the fall on that island and was just now starting to feel the effects. Definitely possible, since he totally should’ve.
It wasn’t that Henry had never been propositioned before–look at the man. Who wouldn’t want to climb all 5’11” (180.34 cm, since he’s a man of science) like a tree? No, it was more so that his current partner was just fucking insane.
When he’d first met you, the first words out of your mouth were, “Are you a carbon sample? Because I want to date you.” He was just a man, a man at work who nearly dropped his clipboard out of sheer shock. But maybe he was a bit insane as well, since soon he was your boyfriend, or as you called him, “paleo boy”.
Which brings us back to the present.
“I assume that means you want me to talk about dinosaurs, but… do you have to be between my legs while I do it?” he asked, feeling a warmth more intense than the one in his ears start to pool in his gut. The current sight of you was very suggestive, but he had no clue if you were just being yourself or being yourself + horny. It was always a toss-up.
“Henryyyy, that’s the whole point,” you drawled, eyeing the bulge in his slacks. There had been less hunger radiating off the mutant dinosaurs that tried to eat him.
The bespeckled man pulled out his can of Altoids and shoved some in his mouth. Despite the icy coolness of the mints, his groin still felt like it was throbbing with heat. “Go ahead,” he groaned after he finished crunching the little white candies.
That was all you needed to hear, hands making quick work of Henry’s belt. There was an audible hitch in his throat as his boxers were exposed, including the little wet patch from his pre-cum. “Call me a paleontologist as well, because I’m about to unearth this bone,” you said with a laugh, tossing his pants aside.
“Why do I love y–f-fuuuuck…” As soon as you coaxed his cock out and wrapped your lips around the blushing tip, he was melting like butter. Blunt nails dug into the couch cushions, gripping onto them like he’d done with the cliff ledge.
You just smiled and pulled off, kissing the pearly drop of pre that was already beading up again. “C’mon, paleo boy,” you crooned, spitting a dollop of saliva onto your hand so you could work his aching shaft. “Asked you to talk nerdy to me. If you don’t, I’ll stop.”
For a moment, he just stared at you, slack-jawed, like you were an angel, the devil, or both. “Fine,” he gasped out, knowing you weren’t bluffing about blue-balling him. Another moan bubbled in the back of his throat as your wrist twisted ever so slightly. “What ngh period?”
“Hmm…” An absent-minded hum vibrated through you as you mulled over your three options. All the while, your hand languidly pumped up and down, filling the living room with slick, lewd noises. It was just enough to make Henry’s nerves tingle, but not sufficient to bring him closer to release. “How about Cretaceous?”
When your hand started to slow down even more, he blurted out, “Pachycephalosaurus.” As a reward, you dragged your tongue up one of the yummy-looking veins that adorned his cock, dragging a deep, shuddering moan from the depths of his soul. “I-it’s a herbivorous ah ornithiscian that lived about seventy million years ago.”
Now that Henry was getting started, so could the real fun. His hips jumped when you suddenly took the tip back into your warm, wet mouth, suckling oh-so sinfully. “Back in the 1870s, Joe–god, please more,” he whimpered, resisting the urge to push more of his length between your slick, accommodating lips. His restraint was laudable, but his begging, however cute, didn’t sound like an info dump. Slowly, you started to draw your head back, much to his despair.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the brown-eyed man whined, trying desperately to recollect his thoughts, which was hard, considering you seemed to be trying to suck them straight out of his dick. “Back in the hngh 1870s, Joseph Leidy named a taxon Tylosteus ornatus because of a bone fragment that he mmm thought was reptile armor. That bone f-fragment was later determined to be part of a Pachycephalosaurus’s skull–the squamosal part, to be specific. Please keep on going.”
Much better. Your tongue swirled around his weeping tip, teasing at the leaking hole until his honeyed moans were coming out in full force. And it was beautiful because Henry Loomis moaned like a whore. His lashes fluttered behind his glasses, and his tendons tensed deliciously in his neck as he practically sobbed something about Stygimoloch spinifer, Dracorex hogwartsia, and potential juvenile skulls. In return, you took more of him, hollowing your cheeks until his hips were bucking softly.
Henry tried–he really did–to keep rattling off the factoids that he’d spend hundreds upon hundreds of hours researching, but he was just sooo helpless to the pleasure that you sent tearing through him. The moment words turned to just moans, you were off of his dick, letting it slap against the slutty, little sweater he’d worn to work that day.
He looked like he was going to cry.
“Henry, Henry,” you tutted, giving him a look of faux disappointment. He met your gaze, pupils blown wide and chest heaving in shallow, little pants. Sweat lined his hairline, trickling slowly down to his jaw. Yummy. “You were doing so well. Don’t tell me you don’t want to cum.”
An honest to god whine reverberated from the back of his throat.
“I do! I’m trying so hard, love,” he groaned, words coming out slurred. The poor man knew that if he didn’t get himself together, he’d be having a sad, not as sexy date with his hand tonight. “Just one more chance. I’ll be good. I’ll be so, so good.”
Who could say no to that?
Your hands braced on the paleontologist’s thighs, giving them an indulgent squeeze. “Hope that brain of yours keeps up this time,” was all you said before finally taking him wholly into your mouth.
For a brief moment, Henry couldn’t breathe. All he could discern was the rush of heat that spread from his cock to the rest of his body until he felt feverish. When his vision cleared, he saw you with hearts in your eyes and your nose buried in his trimmed pubes. It was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen, more so than the wild Titanosauruses.
“Kingdom: animalia. Phylum: chor–oh my goddd–chordata,” he choked out, defaulting to rambling scientific classification. Remembering history was too big of an ask at the moment. “Cl-clade: dinosauria, ornithiiiiscia… pachycephalosauri–hahh.”
As Henry struggled through family, tribe, and genus, you began to bob your head, mixing the sloppy noise of your mouth gliding up and down his shaft with his symphony of moans. He was shaking now, eyes glossy with pleasured tears, and glasses crooked on his nose. Whatever facts he was spewing from his lips were random streams of consciousness at this point, because he would probably perish on the spot if you stopped. And this wasn’t a riverbed with silt.
Pleased, you continued your torturous ministrations, removing one hand from his tensed thighs to gently fondle his taut balls. That was his undoing. Henry practically wept, “The only d-definitive type species is the P. wyomingensis! Shit! Cumminggg…”
You felt his cock twitch once, then twice in your mouth, releasing sporadic spurts of his cum while he cradled your cheeks with the same care he’d use with an excavated fossil, whimpering something delirious. God, he was a vision, dark hair mussed with sweat and head tipped back in ecstasy.
“F-fuckkkk, I love you,” Henry mumbled in his blissed out state, finally regaining some coherency. His head weakly tilted forward, witnessing you as you drew off with a soft pop and swallowed down his essence. You were too damn hot for your own good.
Smiling, you pushed yourself to your feet and kissed his bearded jaw before going over to the kitchen and getting two glasses of water. When you returned, Henry’s hands were trembling, so you held the cup for him as he drank in greedy gulps.
“So sweet,” he said breathlessly, pulling you into his side as soon as his cup was set aside. “You're perfect.” The light scratch of his scruff as he rubbed his cheek against your shoulder made you laugh fondly.
“You make it sound like we’re done here,” you purred, carding your fingers through his dark, damp locks. “Once you recover, we’re doing this again, but this time, I’m going to ride you.”
In an instant, the sleepy post-oral haze was gone. Desire was once again stoked in his core, the sensation completely at odds with the logical part of his brain, which was screaming that he couldn’t survive this ordeal again. “Y-you’re going to what?” he stammered.
A lazy grin just graced your lips as you grabbed his pants from the coffee table (he hadn’t even noticed them landing there), then pulled out his Altoids, popping one in your mouth. “Love you,” you giggled, pulling Henry into a kiss.
‘Definitely the devil,’ he thought to himself while your tongue gently pushed the candy into his mouth. ‘But I still love them.’
A/N: Thank you for reading!
And ty to @swimmingnightcolor, who made me wanna write faster. I wrote this as fast as I could (which is not fast for most, but it is for me)
And another ty to @inadreamgirl. When I stumbled upon their post and saw that their vision aligned with mine, I knew I had to write this.
Summary: You and Henry Loomis flirt on the boat, tension building as the island gets closer.
Word count: 692
The boat engine hummed low beneath your boots, salt spray kissing the air as the island drew closer on the horizon. You leaned on the railing, one boot hooked on the bottom rung, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the early morning glare.
Behind you, footsteps—soft, hesitant.
“Do you always stand like that when you’re about to risk your life?” a voice asked, a little amused, a little nervous.
You smirked before turning around. Dr. Henry Loomis, in all his freshly-pressed, nervously handsome glory, was fiddling with the strap of his backpack like it might bite him.
“Only when I’m trying to impress the awkward paleontologist behind me,” you said coolly.
His mouth twitched. “Well, it’s working. I’m deeply impressed. Terrified, too. But mostly impressed.”
You raised a brow. “Terrified of me or the island?”
He took a step closer, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on a secret. “Both, honestly. But only one of them is wearing combat boots and a knife strapped to her thigh.”
“Smart man.” You turned to face the ocean again. “And here I thought you science guys were all talk.”
“I’m mostly talk,” he admitted, standing beside you now. “But I did pack a flare gun. So I’ve got that going for me.”
You laughed—short, surprised. “You really think a flare gun’s gonna save you from a Quetzalcoatlus?”
“I was hoping you’d save me, actually.”
You glanced sideways at him. He looked mostly innocent, but his eyes were glinting, and he definitely knew how to deliver a line. There was something boyish about it—earnest and curious, but with just enough nerve to try.
“You know,” you said, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”
He cleared his throat, flushed faintly. “Was it obvious?”
“A little.”
“I’m rusty,” he said. “Last time I tried flirting, I compared a girl to a protoceratops. It didn’t go over well.”
You snorted. “Please tell me you didn’t use the word ‘frill.’”
His ears turned red. “…I may have.”
You shook your head, grinning. “God help you on this mission.”
He smiled, then looked out toward the mist-shrouded island. “I’m more worried about the dinosaurs, if I’m being honest.”
You let the silence settle for a beat, the waves slapping rhythmically against the hull. The others were below deck prepping gear. Up here, it was just you and him—and the tension between your wild confidence and his endearing dorkiness.
“Hey, Loomis?”
“Yeah?”
“If you survive this thing, I might let you take me out for a drink.”
He blinked. “Seriously?”
“No frill metaphors. That’s the deal.”
His grin spread slow, eyes sparkling. “Deal. I promise to keep it strictly post-Cretaceous.”
You bumped his shoulder lightly. “Then try not to die, dinosaur boy.”
“I’ll do my best, trouble.”
And for the first time since boarding this boat, the thought of heading straight into danger didn’t feel so heavy.
dr henry loomis is so cute ugh i want him to talk to me about different sub species of dinosaurs and all these facts but struggling to talk because im sucking him off and if he stops talking i stop so if he wants to cum he has to keep talking
