NSFW HCs For My Favorite Sam Neill Characters
Included (in order): John Trent (pre- and post madness), William Weir, Alan Grant
Warnings: NSFW content ahead! Read at your own risk.
A/N: This is just self-indulgent filth. I'm glad I have tumblr as my own little echo chamber of insanity cause these thoughts would plague me to the grave if I couldn't post them here LMAO @the-trash-site this is yoooooooour fault (i love you)
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John Trent
What a fucking menace.
Corners you at the office, all smirks and wandering eyes as he asks if you want to come over to his place and help him, “Look at those Sutter Cane files. Call it a personal visit?”
You’re used to his shit by now, but you still roll your eyes and duck out from under the arm he’s caged you in with, shaking your head.
He keeps asking, and for some insane reason, you finally say yes. It goes exactly the way that you thought it would go: He orders takeout and you do one and a half hours of legitimate work before he seizes your waist and drags you across the couch, completely eliminating the little bit of professional space between you
You probably slap him after that first kiss. I know I would. He grins, catlike, and dives in for another. God help you, you let him.
Quick but thorough prep. Wants to get to the main event as quickly as possible. Teases you for all of it and watches you squirm with a patronizing chuckle.
Not one to give head- would rather spread out on the couch and stare down at you while you do all of the work, “Go on- get it nice ‘n wet for me,” mouth stretched into a lazy grin, cigarette dangling from his lips. Shoves your head down onto his cock at random just to hear your surprised gag and watch tears prick at the corner of your eyes
Mean dom. Mean, mean, mean. You’re not moving from that couch- you’re being draped over the back of it while he slaps your ass just to watch the shockwaves ripple across it
Such a yapper. Constant stream of, “You like that?” “Come on, put a little work in. will ya?” “Shit- you feel good- you were made for this, weren’t you?” while he grips your hips hard enough to bruise and uses his hold on you for leverage
Names that are usually sweet coming from other people take on a whole new meaning with him
One hand under your jaw, using it to wrench your head backward off of the cushions and force your throat to open up and let out more noises, “There you go, pretty baby. Isn’t that better? Why don’t you say my name while you’re at it? Oh, you can’t? C’mon, precious. Try.”
Expert with his hands. Makes you come first and continues to bully your insides, tweaking your nipples and bitching at you when you whine about being sensitive, “Oh, come on, you were loving it a minute ago. You can lay there and take it just a little longer.”
It is never just a little longer- it’s him edging himself just to get you worked up enough for another overstimulating round, cooing in false sympathy at your blissed out whimpers as he abuses all of your tender spots. Even better if he can watch you drool onto his couch. Gives him more ammunition to degrade you with.
Once he’s faced with the brutal insignificance of his own existence, however…
Insane Trent (Or is he?)
Probably finds you as he’s leaving the theater and recognizes you instantly.
You take him home out of sheer sympathy and when you fuck again, it feels like you’re relearning everything about him. He’s quieter than before. Shreds of his old confidence shine through sometimes- mostly in his sense of humor- but they also translate into brattiness. You quickly discover his new favorite game- push your buttons and see what happens. He’s desperate for you. He wants you more than anything- needs you to keep him tethered- and he’ll get you however he can.
I’m talking plastering himself to you and peppering the back of your neck with kisses, feeling you up and doing all that he can to distract you from daily tasks and get you to give him some attention. And when you do? TONS of snide remarks under his breath, “Yeah, right.” “You really think I’m gonna wait that long? I could do it myself in five minutes.” “Make me.”
Work him up. Grind on him and pepper him with kisses and bites until his cheeks are red and he’s panting like a racehorse, feeling smug ‘cause he thinks he’s finally going to have you. When he inevitably gets cocky and pulls his snarky shit, stand up and walk away. Tell him you’d rather not waste your time, tell him brats don’t deserve rewards, tell him he bores you.
“No, no, no please-” He’s off of the bed in an instant, tumbling and tripping over blankets as he hurries to reach you before you’re out the door. You’ll hear him fall to his knees and feel his hands pawing at the backs of your thighs. Take a few more steps and pretend to ignore him.
Grabs your hips and spins you around so your back’s against the hallway wall, presses his cheek against your thigh and stares up at you through damp lashes, uttering nicknames that used to be used to degrade you and are now a desperate prayer
“I’m sorry, pretty baby-” Whispered while he kneads your stomach with both hands and starts to mouth at you, leaving spit trails behind as he inches closer and closer to where you want him, “Please, I’ll be good- please, let me-”
Grab his hair and wrench him away from you if you want to hear the world’s most pathetic whimper- brows furrowed, mouth hanging open, fresh tears tracking down his cheeks as he promises to listen this time- promises to be good- anything just to have you
It’s bullshit, of course. You’ll be playing this game again in less than 24 hours, but for now, revel in his grateful little hiccups when you let go of him and tell him to get on with it, savor his enthusiasm while he does his best to please you in hopes of getting something- you, your mouth, hell, even your hand- in return
Continues to loudly sing your praises while you maneuver him to where you want him. Moans into your skin- happy to be used
Dr. William Weir
Hands are trembling when you straddle him and loop your arms around his neck. You feel the tremor in them when he finally settles them on your waist
Keeps his eyes open for a moment when you start to kiss him, like he can’t believe you’re really there, then slowly, carefully, allows himself to melt into it
Starts to tremble the more you work him up, exhaling shakily against your mouth when you finally start to roll your hips against him. Completely stiff, fisting the sides of your uniform so hard that you’re surprised it hasn’t torn yet
It’s only when you start to tug at the zipper of his jumpsuit, muttering about how much you want him, that you realize he wasn’t nervous- he was holding himself back
Sweeps everything off of the break room table with one arm and heaves you up onto it with almost inhuman strength, tears at your clothing and his until he’s got just the essentials out of the way
Uses his mouth and hands to wring a quick orgasm out of you- one that punches the air from your lungs and leaves you wanting more
Plunges into you with no preamble, and I hope you like the mating press ‘cause that’s what you’re being folded into while he bullies your insides and covers your body with his, nipping and sucking at any skin he can reach
Low growls and throaty groans into your ear, “Come on, I know you can take it.” “Taking me so well- fuck-” “Open up, open up for me, that’s it-”
Pinches the sides of your face to prevent you from biting back any noises- you’ll wake up to finger-shaped bruises on either side of your jaw in addition to the hickies littering your neck and chest
Hands roving over your body, sharp bites along the side of your neck, harsh thrusts that feel like they’re going to split you in half- it’s an overwhelming and almost religious experience- he doesn’t even have to touch you to make you come, just tells you to, “Come on, let me have it. There you are- all mine. Mine, mine, mine-”
Collapses on top of you and blinks like he’s waking up from a dream. Sees the damage and is immediately horrified with himself, “Oh god, are you hurt? God, I’m sorry…”
Gathers you up into his arms and carries you to his bed, lays you down on it and sobs quietly, fearing the worst, wondering if he hurt you. Are you angry? Are you going to want to speak to him again after this?
Roll on top of him and cradle his jaw with both hands. Kiss him softly and tell him how much you liked it- how much you want to show your appreciation
Stares up at you reverently as you sink down onto him for another round, fingers digging into your thighs, “Y-You’re sure?” “Oh, god-” “Ah-”
Sitting up and wrapping his arms around you, retracing bruises with his lips as he mutters apologies, and you feel warm tears pattering onto your chest
Card your fingers through his hair, tell him what a good boy he is, and revel in his shaky moan as he tries not to buck up into you, repentant and eager to please after releasing all of his pent-up want
Dr. Alan Grant
Slow, methodical, and a raging tease.
Your first time is spent with you laid out like a three-course-meal while deft, calloused fingers explore your body
Checks in constantly. “Does that feel good?” “Where do you want me, love?” “What do you need?”
Definitely the kind of asshole to mumble, “Need something?” After you jump him and kiss him until his lips are swollen and his hair is a mess, as if he hasn’t gotten the memo by now. Hands wandering under your shirt to tease you, “You’re gonna have to tell me what you want, I’m not a mind reader, you know.”
Prideful smirks when he does something that makes you squirm, moan, or bite your lip, blue eyes sparkling at you in the darkness
Absolute munch- hands down. Loves to spend hours teasing you and making you come seven ways to Sunday. Doesn’t care about himself, so prepare to be absolutely delirious by the time he finally considers fucking you for real. Sweaty, floating, hands tangled in his hair like a lifeline while he wrings another orgasm out of you, happy groans sending little electric shocks through you before he pulls away to breathlessly announce, “One more. Just one more, I promise.”
Lets out a low, appreciative groan every time he enters you. Brow furrowed, eyes screwed shut, hands restlessly kneading the crease of your hips as he slowly bottoms out, letting his head loll forward and his bangs flop onto his forehead.
Praise galore. A thumb tracing over your lower lip as he supports your lower back with his free hand, staring down at you as he thrusts into you soft and slow and mutters, “So pretty… Just for me.”
Pressing down on your back to get you to arch just right because he knows the exact angle that makes you lose your mind, “There you go, stay like that for me. Oh, you’re perfect.”
Hits a spot that makes you see stars and immediately pauses. Smirks down at you and plants his hands on your hips to stop your squirming, “Oh, did you like that? Hmm. Maybe I’d better try it again, just to be sure…”
Abuses that spot until you feel like you’ve left the planet, eyes glazed over and a constant string of whines coming out of you. Slows when he feels you start to seize up, rubbing over that spot torturously slow and giving your ass a warning smack if you try to get mouthy with him
Gets especially enthusiastic when you get fed up and start trying to meet his thrusts- no matter the position. Laughs and gives you an incredulous smile, working you over with one hand and letting the other wander between all of the spots he knows will drive you wild, “There you are. Just took you three orgasms and a little sexual frustration to get here, huh? Oh, no, keep going- make yourself feel good. You’ve earned it.”
Wear his shirts around the house or trailer and prepare to be thrown onto the nearest flat surface, breathy chuckles fanning over your ear as he mouths at the skin behind it, “You’re playing a dangerous game- you know that, right?”
