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{When You Have a Migraine}

Program: Headaches. Migraines. Searing pain. It just shuts you down for the day and forces you to bedrest. Tucked away from the world and wrapped in a bundle of cool pads with blankets. This is the only time that Ian Malcolm is quiet and tender with how he carries himself.

Pairing: Professor! Ian Malcolm x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Headaches/Migraines, Reader has hair, Swears, Pet names (Sweetheart, Doll, Baby, and Honey)

Counselor Notes: I have a migraine rn, so i want to be held softly :( kind of goes along with this thought i had as well as this one. Not proofed bc i have a migraine rn and my eyes feel like they're gonna explode.

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Ian is already up when the sun begins to rise to get ready for his day of lectures and meeting at the school. Already a cup of coffee in and has a second one in hand with lesson materials in his other as he climbs back into bed. His morning ritual is nothing without you curled against his chest and sleepy morning kisses.

But when 8am rolls around, and he knows he needs to head out soon, worry stings at the back of his neck when you haven't woken up yet.

Gently carding his fingers through your hair, Ian's eyebrows scrunch together when you wince. Bleary eyes shy away from the soft sunlight pouring in through the sheer curtains.

"What's up with you, huh? Look like you haven't see the sun before," he lightly teases. But there's a small waver in his voice, and the normally confident man is so afraid to raise his voice louder than a light mumble. "Migraine," you hum against his chest.

Mans is frozen with panic, but he's not going to let you know that. You're the one in pain, so for once his fucking life, it's not about him. He knows that whenever you say that word, you're down for the count and there's nothing you can do but wait it out.

And he hates it.

Ian Malcolm is a problem solver.

He fixes things using theory, practice, and applied critical thinking.

For fuck's sake he's a doctor in mathematics specializing in chaos theory teaching at a prestigious university.

For fuck's sake, the man survived a dinosaur island that tried to kill him.

But your migraines?

He'd rather be back on that island, because he hates how helpless he feels seeing you reel in pain.

Because there is very little he can do to make it go away.

So Ian Malcolm goes above and beyond during your days of bedrest.

The only time Ian leaves you alone is when it's to get supplies, make you food, and cancel his classes. That's it.

"I'll be back in an hour okay, sweetheart?" he calmly closes the curtains and then lightly pads your forehead wrinkles. Your weak whine, either of disagreement or acknowledgement, breaks his heart.

His first stop is his university to quickly tell the department's admin to cancel his classes for the day. "No, no. You don't understand- Fucking, I don't care alright. One cancelled class is not going to put them behind for the semester".

Then it's to the corner grocery store, and let me tell you.

This man is intelligent, educated, well knowledgeable on many topics.

But he's so out of his element in the store and what would help. The first time, he nearly bought out the med isle because he didn't want to miss anything that would help.

You're still working through all the bottles of medicine and pain relief from that first trip.

But now? He knows exactly what to get and what isle it's in. God help him if the store changes up their layout So he's in and out within 30 mins with two bags of extra care filled with:

Your favorite tea- both caffeinated and non-caffeinated

A bag of chocolates and some bananas- magnesium helps headaches (it actually does, so a good tip for any of my head pain duderinos, the nurse told me when i had a concussion)

Cooling pads

Bath supplies- bath bomb, salts, a bouquet of flowers to decorate the water with

A light scented candle

Electolyte drinks

A new pair of fuzzy socks

A new bottle of nail polish

Mass paperback copy of a light hearted adventure novel

After becoming familiar with your likes and needs for headache days, Ian knows exactly what will make your day just a little more bearable.

And for the rest of the day, Ian Malcolm strips himself of his usual bravado and lowers his voice.

Lays in bed with you while reading the adventure novel. His heartbeat and soft, gravelly voice lull you to semi-consciousness.

Makes your tea to your order and also has a travel cup with a straw filled with the electrolyte drink. The small shakes that rattle your arm from bone pain makes holding anything a challenge. So he holds the travel cup straw to your lips or helps you sit up for a tea break. Snack bags between your legs as the two of you quietly discuss the book.

If your bones are really achy, he'll ask you to take off your clothes as you see comfortable to massage your body. Rubbing his finger tips carefully and tenderly against any sore spots. Pressing his palms into the planes of your back and shoulder blades. Squeezing your neck and helping you roll out your muscles. Just to get you to move a little throughout the day.

If you're feeling sleepy and want to doze for a while, Ian quickly dusts off a classical vinyl record and puts it on to listen to. You cuddle up on his side and press your head against the crook of his neck while he grades papers or reads a new article.

Ian is incredibly caring and soft during these days. Normal teasing phrases like "I get that I'm irresistible, doll, but I didn't realize just how needy you are for me" are exchanged for doting sentiments such as "How's my baby feeling? I'm sorry you're going through this, honey. What can I do to help you?"

Meals are simple and homey. Whatever will soothe your stomach and mind is on the menu. Ian rarely cooks, so the sight of him cooking shirtless in your apartment always sends a warm flutter of bliss through you. If you're up to it and make your way over to him, you find yourself wrap in his arms and pressed against his chest. His chest vibrates as he hums along to the record.

Puts on a bath and pours in salts or a bath bomb. His hands grip your hip so securely to make sure you don't fall getting in from not moving around much today. Ian sits on the ledge of the tub to pour little cups of water over the back of your head to at least wash your hair with water. Runs a wash cloth over your body with his body wash to clean you up a bit and care to any tender spots with additional mini-massages.

Ian places you on the couch before bedtime, so he can strip the bed and put on new sheets. Fluffs the pillows and remakes the bed, so it's fresh and free of sick day energy.

"Thank you," you sleepily mumble, tucked under his chin as you lay half on him/half on the bed. Legs a tangled mess. His hands trail over your body trying to ease you into the land of dreams. "Anything for you," Ian presses a kiss to the crown of your head, "I love you so goddamn much. There's nothing I wouldn't do to make you happy and safe".

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mermaidgirl30 · 1 month

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✨Just Breathe: The Dinosaur Diaries✨

✨Part 1: Introductions✨

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A/N: One of my favorite things is writing about the first time Joel and reader meet, so this is how their story starts off 💚

Chapter Summary: It’s your first day at Sauros Corporation as a research assistant, but what you don’t know is you’ll be working under one of the hottest paleontologists that you’ve ever laid eyes on. Can you keep your wits about yourself, or will you fall fast for your smooth talking boss?

Pairing: paleontologist! Joel x fem researcher! reader

Word Count: 3k

Rating: 18+

Chapter Tags: Reader starts her first day as a research assistant, feelings, Joel being a casual flirt, Joel in a lab coat and glasses, mentions of Jurassic Park, allusions to smut, eventual smut, Joel is so broad, Jurassic Park au, science terminology I had to look up

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Your palms sweat as you enter the intimidating glass building of Sauros Corporation. One of the biggest, most well known science businesses that specializes in paleontology. What you got your master’s in. You strive to continue on to get your PhD, but first you need to get a little work experience. So that’s why you’re here in this massive corporation that might just eat you alive.

Your black heels click against the polished white tile as fluorescent lights reflect off the cascading glass windows. You pull at your pressed pink dress and flex your fingers around the soft cotton as nerves rush down your body. Today was the most important day of your life. A gateway to your future, your dream job that you’ve wanted for your entire life. This was it. It was finally here.

When you walk up to the pearlescent marble front counter, a bubbly blonde girl smiles and stands from her office chair. “Hi there. How can I help you?”

You show her your work ID badge that you had gotten in orientation and respond, “This is my first day here. I’m here for…”

Her eyes brighten the moment she sees your name on the shiny badge. “Oh! You’re the new research assistant. Doctor Miller has been so eager to meet you! Your interviewer, Kylie, couldn’t stop talking about you to him. He’s already spoken so highly of you. He looked at your resume and everything,” she gushes as she comes around the bright desk and smoothes her pencil skirt down.

“He’s talked about me? Who is Doctor Miller?” you ask as you knit your eyebrows together and step back as she passes in front of you. You knew of Doctor Kepler, who you thought you’d be working under. But Doctor Miller? You never heard of him before, at least you don’t think.

“He’s who you’ll be working under,” she smiles warmly as she nods her head and signals for you to follow behind as her blonde hair bounces down her shoulders. “He’s our best scientist in the department, I’m sure you’ll love him.”

“How long has he been working here?” you ask as you pass through the lavish halls that are covered in glass framed pictures of dinosaur bones and biology cells.

“Over five years, he’s the best of the best. If you want to be a great scientist then he’s the perfect one to practice under. And you’re so lucky,” she beams as she looks back at you with big crimson lips.

“Why’s that?” you laugh as the click of heels echo down the lit up halls.

“Because,” she stops before entering the pad locked doors where only authorized personnel can get through, “he’s ridiculously good looking, but don’t tell him I said that.” She winks at you before turning to the glowing padlock.

Just what were you getting yourself into? Doctor Miller? Was he really all she talked him up to be? And was he really impressed by your resume and talks of your interview? Guess you’d find out.

She scans her badge and with a click of the door, they part open as she pushes herself through the strong metal doors. Your eyes scan over the expansive lab as your breath hitches in your throat. The lab is absolutely enormous. Colorful test tubes fill various racks on the metal shelves along the cream colored walls. Microscopes line the tables that fill the center of the room. Petri dishes with different organisms in them sit in glass refrigerators, sturdy dinosaur bones sit displayed in glass cases, and expensive scientific materials cover the room. It’s all intimidating as you step through your new work space.

“Right over here,” she smiles as she leads you to the middle of the room where two men stand around a fluorescence microscope.

Your eyes peel over the tall man that adjusts the lense while he talks confidently to his coworker. You listen as his deep voice carries through the room. “There we go. Think I got it just right this time. The edges are perfect, can actually see the cementum where those tiny black dots are. Fascinatin’,” he says in awe as he adjusts the microscope lense again to get a better look.

You study the man in front of you, watching the way his broad shoulders shift everytime he moves his arms. The white lab coat seems to cling to large muscles. He’s so very large and tall, very tall. Standing just above six feet. And his hands. Big, thick hands of a paleontologist for sure.

Just when you start to get lost in his words, the girl who had brought you back into the room interrupts their conversation. She clears her voice and steps forward as platinum blonde hair swishes behind her shoulders. “Doctor Miller? Sorry to interrupt, but there’s someone here to meet you.”

He turns quickly and adjusts his thick, rimmed glasses against his curved nose and smiles gently. You suck in a breath when you see his face, his smile, his eyes. He’s so gorgeous that you think you might fall over and knock a bunch of expensive lab equipment over.

He has the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes that you’ve ever seen before. His hair is tousled, curls spilling onto his forehead, dark brown with strings of grey twisting around each strand. His facial hair looks soft to the touch, salt-and-pepper scruff patching along his sharp jawline. And his smile. God, his smile. It’s so gentle and bright that it lights a fire inside your core. And he’s so broad. Strong muscles pulling against the white lab coat that clings to tanned skin. He’s the hottest scientist you’ve ever seen in your life, and you’re working under him?!

“Oh, you must be my new research assistant, yeah?” he asks as he smiles gently and says your name, pushing himself off the metal table as he starts making his way over to you. You feel like you’re about to topple over at any moment.

“That’s me,” you say shyly as you push a lock of hair behind your ear, a nervous habit you wish you wouldn’t do.

“Well, so nice to meet you,” he drawls, a Southern accent that rings through your ears like a sweet melody that was made just for you. He sticks his arm out and opens his palm for you to take. You automatically reach out to shake his hand, your own hand shaking as you’re completely intimidated by the hot scientist that stands in front of you.

When he clasps his fingers over yours and squeezes, you gulp as you look up into beautiful honey glazed eyes. Eyes that you could wade in and get lost in. His hands are so big, calloused fingers grazing against yours as you feel nerves pulling at every fiber in your body. He probably does a lot with those hands. Hands of an experienced, successful, gorgeous paleontologist.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Doctor Miller,” you say in a daze.

“Jus’ Joel is fine. You don’t have to call me Doctor Miller, unless you want to,” he mutters softly.

“Oh okay, Joel…” you answer barely above a whisper, your palm sweating from how close he is.

He lets his hand linger in yours for a few seconds too long, and you swear he’s staring deep into your eyes as you see the glint of a sparkle flash in the flecks of light brown. When he releases his grip, he runs a hand slowly through his tousled, thick curls and just for that moment you wonder what it’d be like to be underneath his large body, running your own fingers through messy, soft curls…

“I took a look at your resume the other day. I was quite impressed by what I saw.”

Your eyes go a little wide at what he just said. “Impressed? Of me?” you ask, floored by the obvious compliment. He was impressed with you?

“Mhm,” he smiles as he pulls at the sleeves of his pristine lab coat, “straight A student, top of your class? And you went to the dig site in Montana to do some research last summer? Very impressive.”

He stares at you a moment with one eyebrow cocked up, his eyes flicking over your figure as you swear he checks you out. Your cheeks burn red as he looks so intently at you, and it’s in that moment that you don’t know how you’ll ever work with this man. He’s so distracting, all you want to do is get lost in those syrupy brown eyes.

“I umm... I’m not that impressive,” you say shyly as you look nervously up at him.

“Oh, but you are. M’sorry if you were lookin’ forward to workin’ with Doctor Kepler, but I kinda convinced him to let me take you under my wing instead. Yours was the most impressive resume of them all, and trust me when I say I read them all.”

“Oh.” Your eyes widen and every bone in your body stiffens as you take in what he just said. He thinks you’re smart? He wanted you to work under him. Oh, fuck. “No, I… I’m sure I’ll enjoy you just as much as I would him.” Your cheeks glow red as you turn your head when you hear him chuckling under his breath. Did you really just say that out loud? Christ.

“C’mere. Wanna show you somethin’.” He nods his head as a tousled curl bounces against the side of his forehead, and you follow him over to the table that has the microscope all set up with a tiny fossil underneath.

“Go ahead,” he says with a nod to his head, asking you to look through the ocular lense.

You nervously walk up and dip your head down as you close one eye and focus intently on the fossil that sits beneath the lense. You take in the yellow tint of the amber, examine each particle that makes up the masterpiece of what sits beneath you, study exactly what you think it is.

Joel’s honeydew voice comes out deep and raspy as it stirs you to jump in your skin. “Let me pick your brain a minute. I wanna know if you can figure out what fossil that right there is,” he says as he comes to stand right beside you.

His hand presses against the base of the microscope, and you feel his warm breath run down the side of your neck. You can feel his body heat reverberate against yours as you start to breathe faster. Your mind is a blur as his body weight shifts against the counter, his lab coat brushing against the side of your arm as you hold tight to the tube of the microscope. It’s so hard to focus on what’s in front of you when his large, all consuming presence is right next to you. He’s not even touching you, and you’re already all worked up, and you know your thighs are sticky from sweat. What the hell is wrong with you?

“Hmm, let me think a minute,” you say as you try to depict what sits in front of you. You squint your eye as you try to register what sits underneath the glow of the fossil. There’s a small beak-like impression as you assess dark lines that almost looks like a hummingbird.

“It almost looks like… wait, maybe if I can get a closer look I can see,” you murmur as you continue to assess the shiny fossil.

“Here, let me jus’ fix this.” His large hand comes to sit on your shoulder as he pushes you carefully away from the eyepiece. His patchy scruff brushes against the side of your cheek, and you gasp at how close he is to you. You feel tension in your shoulders as you watch him adjust the dials to the right on the lense as he carefully looks through with one eye closed.

You watch him with bated breath, your eyes lock on his broad figure, thick fingers brushing against the crevice of the lense. You wonder what it’d feel like to be pinned underneath those strong arms, his thick fingers exploring every inch of your sweltering skin as he consumes you with the entirety of his mouth.

Fuck. This man is your boss, you can’t be having wet fantasies about him. He’s off limits, it can’t happen. You need to be professional, but why is it so hard to clear your clouded mind? He’s good looking, smart, nice. That does not give you the right to fantasize about him. Get a fucking grip on yourself for Christ’s sake. Enough.

“Ahh there we go. Go on now, take another peek.” He places his hand gently over the small of your back and pushes you forward as your breath hitches at the hand that burns through your dress and goes straight down to your skin that’s tingling from him.

You shake your head and get yourself composed as you lower your head and focus back on the fossil that’s waiting for you to examine. Your eyes widen as you see so much more clearly, the bright light shining straight through the yellow glow of the fossil as you can see exactly what’s in front of you now.

You gasp as you realize what it is. “No way! Is that an Oculudentavis? The smallest dinosaur to ever walk the planet?” You hear him chuckle and look up to see him smiling down at you.

“Very good,” he smiles as he gives you another once over glance, making your heart thump loudly in your chest as his honey eyes slip over you. “Now, how did you know that?” he asks curiously as he ticks his jaw and cocks an eyebrow up.

“I read a lot,” you shrug as you bite your lower lip. His eyes drop down to your glossy lips, and it makes you burn with need. Focus.

“Yeah, I’m sure ya do,” he chuckles as he leans against the table and crosses his arms over his broad chest.

“How old is this fossil?” you ask wondrously as your eyes flick back to the ancient fossil.

“Over fifty million years old,” he replies as his eyes weigh carefully on you. “Y’know, it’s not really a bird like everyone suspected it to be. It’s actually a genus of a lizard.”

“Fascinating,” you say dreamily as you lean up against the table and bump the side of your hip as your eyes train solely on him.

“It came from the domain Eukaryota, and the phylum it belongs to is Chordata. Funny how the Latin words revolve around a bird when really it’s a reptile. Some scientists even argue whether it was really a dinosaur or just a large lizard. But if you wanna hear my voice on the matter, I say it was a dinosaur.” He winks at you, and you feel your cheeks flush crimson again as you slip another lock of hair behind your ear and clear your throat before you decide to be a complete puddle on the floor.

“Think you’re right, Doctor Miller,” you respond shakily.

“Jus’ Joel, darlin’.”

Darlin’? Christ, a pet name? Or maybe it was just his Southern hospitality. But whatever it was made you weak at the knees.

“Joel…” you repeat, letting the name slip against your tongue as you swallow all feelings of want and desire down your throat. You are not falling for your boss.

“Attagirl,” he smirks.

Fuck.

“So, you want to be a real paleontologist?” he asks as his eyes flicker down to yours.

“Mhm,” you nod as you shift your weight in your heels.

“So tell me, how do you feel about real dinosaurs?” he asks as he shifts his weight to stand in front of you, his arms still crossed tight against the fabric of the button-up green flannel underneath his lab coat.

“Real dinosaurs?” you question as you knit your eyebrows together and try to decipher his question.

“That’s right. Real dinosaurs.” He smirks and the glisten in his chocolate coated eyes are pressing into yours like he knows something you don’t, and he’s chuckling about it in front of your face.

“Ummm I mean, I’m in the field trying to study them. I’d say I love them?” Your answer is hesitant as you still question him. What does he mean real dinosaurs?

“Well, guess it’s your lucky day cause your first assignment is about Stegosauruses.”

Your eyes shift to his as yours widen just a smidge. “What’s the assignment about?”

“Guess you’ll find out when we get there,” he chuckles as he adjusts his glasses and moves just enough to brush his arm against yours. You step out of the danger zone and pull yourself together instead of staring down into forearms that are filled with thick, twisting veins against tanned skin.

“Get where?” you ask carefully as you slide your tongue against the bottom of your teeth.

“To Jurassic Park. Home of the dinosaurs. Real dinosaurs,” he smirks as you see trouble brewing in those dark eyes of his. He’s going to get you into trouble with those honey eyes and sly smirk, you just know it.

“Real dinosaurs? But they’re… they’re extinct,” you whisper as you raise your eyebrows in question.

“Not at Jurassic Park they’re not,” he teases as he crosses his arms again. You just stare speechless at him as you get the feeling this man would never lie to you.

“So, how ‘bout it? My new research partner wanna go on a little adventure with me? Promise I’ll make it worth your while,” he smirks as you taste trouble on just his words alone.

And that’s where the adventure started, right there in his gigantic lab. Right when you saw those gorgeous brown eyes. You knew. This is where it’d all begin.

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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be kind rewind

summary: your new husband should know sex tapes are probably a bad idea but you both have packed schedules for the next almost year. who are you to fault him for wanting to remember how you are in bed. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse, you read your lines verse w/e ) word count: 2083 warnings: normal priscilla actress reader warnings apply for this. daddy kink. collars. the usual. if you're reading this knowing my jam with them, i don't need to over warn. p in v sex ( protected, dove has a birth control patch ). sex tape. blink and you very very much miss it puppy kink. stupid love birds being in love. talk of their former break up. no use of y/n, just nicknames. author's note: here's the double dip fic for day 17 of kinktober, sex tape with austin butler x priscilla actress reader. so i set this once again in the future for them when they're happy but pre-oscars so austin is about to go from the press junket to dune to bikeriders and dove is going to be going to her projects. so they will be apart for a while. the vegas wedding on the press junket happened so they're married as well. enjoy. i had this in my drafts for a while but i finally finished it.

"Aus, do you know if the camera is set up right?" You ask from your perch on the bed. You're dressed in your laciest set of lingerie despite Austin making jokes about how you could be naked for the start of this and he wouldn't care.

For his part, he is actually naked when he comes into the camera view after checking for what seems like the fifteenth time that everything is fine. He nods slowly, stalking over to you like you're prey. "Positive, and it's not connected to any laptop or computer. We're safe. Dove, I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't take every precaution for it getting leaked. You know how I am about that."

He's seen what leaked sexual things can do to a person he loves and while you make him selfish and make him want to throw every rule he might have about relationships and his limits out the window, he would die rather than to cause you harm- intentional or otherwise. After all, hadn't you both done enough of that to each other already?

His body is like a big cat or a crocodile slinking over to your with intent in his eyes and his cock surprisingly already ready for the occasion. You eye him under lidded eyes, your hands moving down to play with your lace covered breasts. Austin's lips curl into a smile.

"Already getting started without me?" He chuckles, climbing on top of you, his hand moving to cover your own.

"Figured you wanted a show before watching us fuck." You bite your lip, attempting the best doe-eyed look you can manage before you kiss him softly, your lips gently caressing his as your tongue presses against his lips.

"You're acting like I'm not going to have you on the phone when I'm watching this every day." He smirks into the kiss, knowing you'd find the image he's trying to paint of him being so needy for you that he has to get off to this every single day more than a bit intriguing.

You buck your hips up just a little, only to be stopped by his hand grasping your hip. "Every day, Aus? And you call me needy and insatiable." Your teeth dig ever so slightly into his lower lip, pulling it into your mouth as you continue to kiss. "I'll be on set, I can't have phone sex with you every second."

"You sure about that?" He grunts, his hand on your hip moving to slide your underwear down. "They can make an exception. Tell them you need to talk to your Daddy."

The light slap across his chest has him snickering into yet another kiss as he pulls your panties down finally- exposing your warm cunt to the air. You shiver slightly as you speak. "Everyone knows my dad is dead, and no one needs to know I have the most perfect Daddy waiting for me on his own set. Waiting for me while filming with some very famous actors." Your hand slides down his torso to his aching cock, it's a little red, furiously leaking precum like it's going out of style. It would have been a shame if you didn't wrap your hand around it, stroking it ever so gently.

Austin groans at the feel of your hand sliding against his cock, rutting just a second before gaining some control over himself. "Maybe I want them to know. Maybe I want all those people you're going to be filming with that you wear my collar when things get to be too much. That you don't take off that necklace I gave you when you asked me to be your daddy. That there isn't a hope for them to replace me as your husband."

A breath and a retort both get lost in hearing his words, in hearing him call himself your husband. You'd have thought since you got married that it would lose its charm. That the way your marriage came out would somehow dampen the joy you feel hearing him call himself your husband, but it doesn't. Just in the same way getting to call him Daddy in public if you want hasn't, just like being able to touch him and have him ghost his hand over your neck when you're in public and can't be wearing your collar or when nothing you could wear jewelry wise achieves the same effect hasn't. Everything about getting to be with him even the parts where you're promising to do Zoom therapy with your couples therapist and with your own separate therapists just makes you feel at peace in a way you never thought was possible. You feel Austin's lips curl into a smile against the part of your neck not covered by your collar as he moves down to kiss it, nipping slightly the closer he gets to your chest.

"Cat got your tongue?" He asks running his tongue over your skin after a particularly rough nip that has you keening ever so softly.

You glare at him before you frown, letting go of his cock and tilting your hips up in an effort to get him to enter you. In an effort to feel his cock inside you so that he can see how it looks on the camera. You want to manage words, want to say something to him about how it's normally the cat that has his tongue occupied but he's right there above you and you know that you've only got about a week left of time with him before you both have to be on opposite ends of the world. The idea of teasing is nice. The idea of reminding him this is the brat you fell in love with is nice. The idea of reminding him that he picked you to be his- Cilla, sub, wife- his everything is nice but you just want to feel him inside of you. You just want to have him fuck you.

His eyes widen just a hair before he looks at you and you can see his pupils are blown, see that he's so aroused at just the sight of you existing next to him and normally that means he'd just slide right in. As you look closer though, you see this hint of something else, almost like he's awestruck that you're here with him, that after everything, you're here with him. Yeah, you'll be seperated for a while- but you'll still be his, it won't be like the last time where you two wanted each other so bad but neither one of you actually fixed the issue. This time around you're together, you're happy, you're going to be able to fly to each other and give each other nose kisses and- it fills him with love. So instead he takes his time, hissing at the first moment of gripping his cock with your cunt.

"Satnin-" You whisper, the old nickname slipping out purely on accident. "Don't take your time. Fuck me, please."

It's as if hearing that nickname, that nickname that you've avoided saying since you got back together breaks a dam within him, allowing him to start thrusting into you, slowly at first, still but increasing in pace with every thrust. Your hands move to his back, scratching at it inadvertently earning a snarl from him that has you pulling away. This isn't meant to be an animalistic fuck but if Austin's going to be that way you can't help the way you growl back, your tone low enough to sound like a dog. Your eyes widen just a hair at it, wondering where that came from before looking into Austin's eyes, waiting for him to pull back and safeword or something before you see his eyes narrow just a hair and see a smirk cross his lips. He leans forward just a bit before grabbing at your collar, his words whisper over your lips.

"Calm down, puppy. Daddy's got his little bitch. Maybe if you're good we can go for a walk later, hm?"

The way your cunt clenches just a bit from those words is something you faintly need to file away for later possible exploration. Still, you shake your head and pull Austin down into another kiss, groaning as you feel one of his hands- how had it even gotten there- drift toward your clit, thumb moving to press against it. You want this to last, want to make sure he's got enough footage to actually enjoy himself while you're both not near each other but you can feel your orgasm starting to build, starting to inch toward the precipice when Austin pulls out of you completely and you scream in frustration. You're about to start cursing him to the heavens, asking him what the hell that was for before you hear him whispering words into your ear and making sure your face is seen by the camera. His words are half slurred, but he's forcing them out, like he had planned it.

"I love you. Before you cum on camera, I need you to know I love you. I need to see what you look like when I tell you this. I need to see what you look like when I tell you that I'm going to miss touching you and feeling you underneath me. I know we can fly to see each other, I can call you every day but I'm not going to have my wife by my side. After spending all these months with you and rebuilding our relationship from the ground up. After spending almost a year without you being my Little Dove. I love you so much, baby. This is what's going to help me get off, yeah, the rest of this is gonna be hot, but this- your face when I'm telling you this is what's going to remind me of you and make me remember who I have waiting for me at home."

Maybe it's the fact that you were so close to cumming beforehand or maybe it's the fact that Austin's still rubbing tiny circles on your clit when he says this but you can't help the way that even though you're tearing up a little from his sweet words your mouth opens as you let out a silent cry, cumming, your cunt clenching around nothing, but still feeling as if you've been satisfied in every way that's possible. You register him entering you again and you let out a small huff of air at it before you look back at his face, your eyes mildly glassy. "Daddy, that was mean."

He laughs softly, his thrusts becoming a little messy as you try and use old kegel tricks to try to get him to cum. "A little, but I gotta let my Dove, my wife know how much I love her. Can't have her falling for someone else. Getting a new Daddy or Mama."

A kiss is the only answer Austin gets in response to that, your hands moving down to his ass to just squeeze at it. You could tell him that you're not going to replace him as long as he won't replace you but you figure he knows. It doesn't take long for him to cum having already been relatively close himself and when he does he sort of flops on you, breathing heavily like he's run a marathon which you could argue he had. There's a few minutes where you just let him lay on top of you, your hand tracing shapes on his back before either one of you speak.

"Are you getting hard again?" You try and bite back the giggle at the knowledge but it's hard to especially after Austin's fingers start to slide into your cunt.

"Maybe. Ready to go again?" He asks, nuzzling at your neck and placing soft kisses along your jaw.

You hum softly. "Of course, old man, I'd hate for you to have such a short tape. It'd be such a bad mark on my filmography."

If it takes you two another five minutes of the camera still rolling before you actually start having sex again? Well this just for you and him, it's not the worst thing to have it be natural. Of course, it might have led to it being a two hour long video but you two were professionals, of course you had to make movie long video for your own personal sex tape.

#austin butler #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic #ally's kinktober 2022 #austin butler fluff #kinktober 2022 #ally writes #i am jeff goldblum from jurassic park. i am so preoccupied with if i can that i don't ask if i should.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 month

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I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

Summary— Ellie Sattler finds herself in a difficult marriage after all these years with kids to take care of. One night it just all gets to be too much, so the woman turns to her lifelong, old friend Dr. Alan Grant who always seems to be there for the woman when she needs it.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: anxiety, panic, implied panic attack, talk to abuse, talk of verbal abuse, talk of physical abuse, comforting, happy ending?, etc.

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Loud. That was all that Ellie could register at this point. Her vision began to blur, whether it was from the impending tears or the impending dizziness, she couldn’t tell. Probably both. She wanted to press the palms of her hands to her ears, try to block out the booming voice. She hated when he did this. Her husband would come home from work and just go off on her. Just start yelling. It would be like that off and on the entire evening. She would put her best foot forward and greet him with a smile, and she would get berated. She would have his laundry folded and put away, and still get shouted at. She would serve him dinner and still get screamed at.

Ellie wasn’t surprised that he’d start going off on her, but deep down she always hoped that he would just come home one day and stop all together. Tragic right? But everyday, her husband would come home and he’d fall back into that all familiar pattern of hollering. Shock was the first thing she’d feel. Then came the anger coursing through her veins like a lit fuse. But every time the anger would be quickly pushed aside by fear, worry, and guilt. The fear lived in her mind, he had a talent for cultivating that in her. He’d put the fears of failure, and abandonment, and neglect, and anything that would hook the woman into her mind. The worry lived in her body. Tremors were something she was accustomed to, a result of the amount of worry weighing on her shoulders. The guilt lived in her gut and in her throat. And he knew how to ramp those up oh so well.

He made her feel so stupid. According to him, Ellie did nothing right. For the 17 years of their marriage, she couldn’t do a single thing right. According to her husband, she was incompetent. She felt her knees start to get weak, start to shake and she felt a lump in her throat. She couldn’t look him in the eyes as tears began to flow. She hated crying in front of him. He’d just laugh at her, or worse, he’d completely ignore it. She hated his condescending, commanding, demanding tone. It shook her to her core. It made her feel so small. It made her not dare say a word back to him. He always had the last word. Always.

After a while, all the yelling blurred together. Ellie knew what he liked to continually say. Why can’t you be a better wife?! You are such a disappointment! You’re lucky I’ll take you, no one else would have someone like you!! And whatever bullshit he could get her to believe. She managed a shallow breath as terrified chills ran down her spine. She was frozen. She was always frozen. She tried to focus on the good… At least he wasn’t hitting her. On bad days, he could get physical, and today, from what she could gather, seemed like a day where he just wanted to let off some steam yelling wise. But it was hard to tell. It was hard to expect what he’d do. And that terrified her.

By the time Ellie managed to get away from his grasp for the night, she was shaking as she stood outside fumbling with the keys to the minivan. She drove with a pit in her stomache. She knew she’d have to return. She knew she didn’t have that long. She just drove and drove, unsure as to where exactly she was headed. Until she reached a line of apartments. She managed to get out of the car as she staggered through the halls. Her ears were still ringing. Her vision still blurred. Her body trembled. She walked up to the door of a particular apartment that practically looked abandoned. She anxiously fidgeted at the doorway, unsure if this was a good idea. There was no going back if she did this. With the last bit of strength in her, she knocked on the door. Alan Grant opened with a soft smile that quickly contorted downwards at the sight of the woman.

“Ellie?”

“It’s George…” she stammered, breathless, dazed, and confused.

Ellie didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t know how else to explain driving across town and showing up at her friend’s house at such an ungodly hour. Where was she supposed to start? What was she supposed to say? She hadn’t thought that she’d get this far. But something seemed to register with Alan, a resonating glint in his eye allowed the broken woman to sigh in relief.

“I see. Please come in.”

Somehow Alan always understood. He led Ellie inside, guiding her to take a seat before providing some light snacks and refreshments for the poor woman to catch her breath. While Ellie was still vibrating with nerves, she found comfort in her old friend’s presence. She didn’t know much, but what she did know was that talking to Alan was the right thing to do. Alan would understand.

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Ellie Sattler Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

Alan Grant Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

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evenceflux18 · 1 year

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This Au sent me so much emotions starting from hardcore, fluff and then depression, dang it😂😂

Aw man, It burns so bad..wjfiekdknssn😭 I felt so bad for the Brachiosaurus from the movie

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muziki-hyena · 4 months

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I wrote a Henry Wu x Reader fic 👀 tell me if you guys want more

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #x reader #dr henry wu #dr wu #henry wu #bd wong #henry wu x reader #jurassic park dr wu #jurassic world #jurassic park #dr wu x reader #scientist x reader #mad scientist #fluff fanfic #angst fanfic

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studio-multi · 28 days

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Dialogue #4

“Kim Taehyung, you snuck a dinosaur into the Hageum Hills…”

“Do you just expect to walk him like a puppy with Yeontan?”

“What if he eats Yeontan?”

The juvenile raptor strokes Taehyung’s face as if saying he would never commit such a crime.

“How do you even plan to feed him?”

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multimuseficreblogs · 2 years

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❅ misc. movies ↳ including the maze runner, knives out, jurassic park/world, pirates of the caribbean, triple frontier, five nights at freddy's, jennifer's body and more to come ❅ misc. tv shows a-n ↳ including american horror story, criminal minds, euphoria, the mandalorian, and more to come ❅ misc. tv shows o-z ↳ including outer banks, stranger things, the last of us, the vampire diaries, the originals, wednesday, the witcher and you (netflix) and more to come

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shinebrightsweetdove · 2 years

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One of Sylvia's fears? Dinosaurs.

But she won't run into any, right?

#// Jurassic park didnt fluff around when ahe saw it in theaters for the first time as a little kid #// nightmares for weeks #about sylvia

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toomanybandstocare · 2 years

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{When You Have a Migraine}

Program: Ellie knows just what you need when a migraine hits. Soft touches, warm tea, and a quiet day of rest.

Pairing: Ellie Sattler x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Headache/Migraine, Not proofed, Pet names (Love)

Camp Isla Nublar Masterlist

The harsh metallic trill of the alarm clock jolts Ellie awake and fumbling to shut the damn thing off. Sighing at the peaceful quiet, she turns to face you and runs her fingers across your back. The perfect morning routine.

But when her hand falls to your cold pillow, dread jolts her awake.

She sits up in bed trying to see where you went in your tiny apartment. There aren't many places you could hide, considering it's 9 am on her day off.

Especially when you're not a morning person. And she normally needs to pull you out of bed.

"Love?"

The apartment hums in silence.

Throwing the sheets off, Ellie dashes to put on her dressing robe and search for her clothes. A small click catches her attention and she pads her way over to the living room with askew glasses.

"Where were you?" You slightly wince at the inquisition and slowly take off your sunglasses when you face her. "Had to run to the shop, darling. Out of Excedrin," you rasp.

Ellie's shoulders slump in relief as well as understanding. "Come to the kitchen, love. Can I take care of you today?" She gently helps your jacket fall from your shoulders and takes the drug store bag.

"'s your day off though," you weakly protest. "And all I have ever asked is to spend it with you," she reassures.

Ellie doesn't really change much when you have a migraine, but everything feels so much more soft and careful on these days.

She just makes everything happen without a worry in the world.

The medicine cabinet is always stocked up: either from her digs or the occasional sick day.

The pantry is filled with light snacks anyways in anticipation for munchies or upset stomachs.

A kettle perches on one of the back burners ready for a morning cup of tea to review a site find or lull someone to sleep.

Ellie is prepared for anything. This includes using modern day drugs or consulting wise plants.

For a migraine day, there are three places that Ellie can be found if not with you.

The small window terrace: to pick fresh herbs and flowers for medicinal properties.

The kitchen: to brew tea, make snacks and meals, and quietly do the dishes so they don't overwhelm either of you later.

The bedroom: slowly piecing a comfy setting for when the day catches up to you and it's time to fall asleep.

Most of the day though, is sat by your side on the living room sofa: either a soft record scratching in the background, lightly snoozing, or watching a nearly mute movie.

Ellie almost waltzes through the apartment in a silent dance while she makes preparations and tends to you.

After years of living together and loving each other, the two of you have perfect the silent language of care and devotion, So, rarely do you have to communicate and bask in the ability to just understand each other.

The comforting silence of your love makes days like these just a little more bearable when just existing seems to take a toll on you.

"What would you like to do today?" Ellie mumbles into your head. You lay on her chest and press your face further into the crook of her neck. "This," you moan and lay a wet kiss to her neck. Even though everything absolutely kills you, from the sunlight peeking past the cracks in the curtain to the dull echo of a cabinet closing, the sound of Ellie's laugh makes you sigh in bliss.

Ellie wraps you up in a blanket for you to snooze in while she refreshes her knowledge of medicinal plants with her favorite book. Her internal timer knows when to carefully pull the edges away from you to let cool air kiss your flushed cheeks.

When you start to stir, she quietly goes over to make you a cup of tea with peppermint and lavender. And by the time you blink all sleepiness away, she sits in front of you on the coffee table and offers you a mug.

If you struggle with bone aches, Ellie's will grasp your wrist and hold the bottom of the cup to just support you. When you're done, she'll rub your tender joints.

Options. If she asks you something, she gives you options. Because as much as she wants to engage with you, Ellie knows that thinking is not a priority today. "Would you like something sweet or bland for a snack?" "Would you mind Kate Bush on in the background, would you prefer if we stick to classical?" "It's almost lunch, so let's start to figure out what sounds good. Soup or mac n' cheese?" "Do you want another movie on in the background? I can also read you something, if that sounds nice."

After lunch, she'll run a bath for the both of you. Using some of the flowers she thought were pretty, she holds you close to her chest as little petals float by. "How's your day going?" You half consciously ask. "Wonderful- I get to spend it holding you as much as I with no complaint," she teases and brings light laughter from both your lips, "And I got some prep work done for the next dig". "Oh? Tell me about it," you rub her thigh and close your eyes. She knows you aren't going to remember most of what she shares, if anything, but she obliges and tells you the overview of the site's plans.

The rest of the afternoon is spent perched at your teetering breakfast table with a glass of water and another cup of tea. Both of you wrapped in robes as you lightly chat about the weekend coming. Mostly Ellie. "I was thinking we could take a trip to the orchard," she hums taking in your complexion over the rim of her cup, "the weather is going to be cool, and we can get apples to bake into a pie. To celebrate fall coming". While she speaks, she grabs the pill bottle from the kitchen counter and hands you how many you need. Without words, slides the plate of jam saltines over to your side. "Or we could go to the museum for the afternoon and café hop after wards?"

When the sun begins to set, she guides you to the bed room and places you to sit on the ledge of the bed. Her cool hands undress you to then help you get ready for sleep. A wet wash cloth travels down your spine as you hold her hips while she stands between your legs. Another rests on your forehead when you settle down onto your pillows.

Ellie peppers little kisses to your cheeks and then a final one on your bemused smile. "Thank you, doc. You always know what I need," you joke and play with her hair as she gets comfy on your stomach. "I'm a sucker for a fool with pretty eyes. You're lucky I make house calls- not every doc is as attentive as me," she teases. "Trust me, I know. How about I plan this weekend's trip? Let me express my gratitude, doc?" "I think I can make time in my schedule".

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Broken Leg And All - Ian Malcolm X Female Reader

Title: Broken Leg And All

Ian Malcolm X Female Reader

Additional Characters: John (Mentioned), Ellie (Mentioned), Lex (Mentioned), Timmy (Mentioned), Alan (Mentioned), and Henry (Mentioned)

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

WC: 3,621

Warnings: Gun mentioned but not used, knife mentioned but not used, blood mentioned, slight gore, mention of broken bones, mention of death, mention of killing, puns, teasing, and fluff

Unable to just sit at your desk and wait, you suddenly stood. Grabbing your jacket and clipping on your utility belt, attaching your walkie-talkie, flashlight, extra batteries, pocketknife, and small granola bars, before grabbing your gun out of your desk. Checking the clip, you put on the safety and put it in your pocket. You prayed that you didn't have to use it. It would break your heart to have to kill one of the beautiful but monstrous creatures. They were your life. But, you had to do what you had to do.

Double checking the babies, you set the locking system up and grabbed your keys. Walking to the front of the building, you opened the doors and stepped outside. The wind howled and the rain poured down, soaking you instantly and sending cold shivers through your spine. You headed to the small garage off the side of the building, wary of the outside and the possibility of dinosaur escapees. You were pretty far from most of the enclosures, so you had some time before they traveled to you.

Entering the code into the pad on the garage wall, the door slowly slid up, revealing your second pride and joy, your four-wheeler. You walked in and climbed aboard, grabbing the ignition key and turning it. The engine roared to life, and you hit the gas, heading to the T-Rex sector. The rain pelted you as you raced towards the enclosures. Pushing up your glasses, you cursed at the rain. It was already hard to see in the dark but the rain splashed against your glasses made it worse. It took a while, but you finally got to the enclosure, luckily not running into any dinosaurs.

At the T-Rex enclosure, you stopped, getting off of the four-wheeler. Looking around, you saw the one explorer, the broken electric fence, and the collapsed bathrooms. Rushing to Rex's enclosure, you peered down, hardly seeing anything other than the trees below. But, you had figured by the muddy tracks on the ground that the other car fell down there. Biting your lip, you hoped that no one was hurt or worse... Dead.

Going to the collapsed bathroom, you observed the damage, before you saw a hand sticking out of the mess. Rushing over and falling to your knees, you pushed the pieces of wood and giant leaves away to reveal Ian. Gasping, you noticed his leg was badly bleeding.

"Ian!" You cried, gently pulling him into your arms, cradling his head in your lap. "Are you even alive?" You asked him, but more to yourself.

Reaching out, you pressed two fingers to the side of his neck, feeling his steady pulse underneath your fingertips. He was alive and that's all that mattered.

"Ian! Okay, wake up. We have to get you out of here..."

"Hnn... Hah... Hm... Wha..." He stumbled over his words, opening his eyes slowly.

looking up, Ian smiled, "Hey, you're the cute doctor." He chuckled, wincing as he tried to sit up, but failed.

"Oh! Oh no, Ian. Your leg is badly injured," you gasped, leaning forward and placing a hand on his chest to stop him, "Your leg is bleeding a lot. It might be broken."

He winced, grimacing, "I'll live, Doc." He laughed weakly.

You frowned, "You will, but we need to get you somewhere where I can sterilize the wound. We don't want to get it infected."

He nodded, "Okay, sounds like a plan." He spoke, before slowly sitting up, gritting his teeth as you helped him up, holding him in your arms as he limped towards your four-wheeler.

Helping him onto the back of the wheeler, you grabbed onto the handles and started the engine. Ian wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, groaning from a striking pain in his leg.

"Hold on... It's going to be a bumpy ride."

Rain pelted down on your face as you raced back to the baby sector. quickly typing your code into the number pad and pressing your hand on the scanner, the large double doors opened, and you quickly helped Ian in. The enclosure was in an uproar as the babies looked out at you, jumping and running around. Helping Ian to a small cot, you quickly rushed to the restroom for the med kit. Quickly, you washed your hands before rushing back over, you kneeled in front of the cot and placed the kit on the floor. Opening the kit, you pulled out a small clean cloth, and glanced up to Ian.

"This whole process is going to hurt a bit, but I have to clean your leg and make sure... You know, infections and stuff." You stumbled over your last few words, it was hard to speak when he was looking at you.

"Alright, Doc." He chuckled, "Who knew you were also a human doctor."

You ignored him at the beginning, focusing on the task at hand. Taking a deep breath, you reached for his leg gently. Placing the cloth on where you presumed the cut or large gash was, Ian immediately hissing in pain.

"I'm sorry." You apologized, as you started to clean the blood and dirt from his leg. He winced again, before shaking his head.

"It's okay." He chuckled, "Just doing your job. My fault for letting the Rex chase me." He then groaned as you put slight pressure on the wound.

Looking up at him with wide eyes, your jaw dropped slightly, "You let Roberta chase you? Why?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "She was trying to get the kids. Hammond's grandkids." He frowned, wincing as you began to clean the wound with antiseptic.

"Ugh, alright, that hurts." He groaned, shutting his eyes tight. "She has a name?"

"Yeah, they all do. I named almost every single one of them."

Ian hummed again before groaning once more.

Reaching out with your free hand, you placed it on top of his tightly curled fist. His hand felt warm and soft, and you could feel the tension in his body ease. You cleared your throat and continued to clean the wound until you were certain it was clean.

"Can you stand?" You asked, and Ian tried to move his leg, only to wince again.

"No... No, I don't think I can." He painfully chuckled, somewhat lounging against the cot, holding his top half up with his arm.

You began to throw away the trash and mess, tossing what you could in the tin trash basket near your desk.

"That was very brave of you..." You began from your place next to the cot, "Distracting Roberta. I mean. It must have been very scary."

He shrugged, "It wasn't that bad. I had a cute doctor who fixed me right up." He chuckled, wincing as he tried to shift position. "Thank you, by the way."

"Thank me?" You asked, blushing from his comment, tilting your head slightly. "I just made sure your leg didn't get infected."

He sighed, "Well, saving my life. If you hadn't found me, I would be stuck there; under the remains of a bathroom hut."

"You're welcome." You chuckled, taking a deep breath. "But, I doubt you would've been stuck there forever. Ellie would've found you or John if I hadn't." Eyes wide suddenly, you grabbed your walkie talkie.

"I have to call John, let him know I found you."

Ian watched as you got up, pacing the room as you talked to John through the walkie talkie. As he watched, he couldn't help the smile that grew on his face. You were so adorable; making sure he was safe and the others were too. He could see you in his New York apartment, in the kitchen with him as you both cooked breakfast; wearing his clothes. He could see the two of you driving down the highway, wind blowing through your hair as you sang along to a song playing on the radio. He could see himself playing on his guitar, serenading you with a song he wrote just for you. Knocking himself out of it, Ian scolded himself and his mind.

"So, uhm... How long do you think we're gonna be here?" Ian asked, clearing his throat lightly.

You paused before speaking, "Once the power comes back on I believe. Or when John gets back to me about his plan. I have no idea what to do really about any of this. I never thought this would happen." You spoke, running a hand through your hair.

"Are we safe here?" Ian asked and you immediately nodded.

"Definitely, this is the baby sector. More security. Don't want the babies possibly escaping or someone trying to get in if they aren't part of the database." You told him, fixing the glasses on your face, "John, Henry, and I are the only ones with the code."

"Good." Ian nodded, "How many dinosaurs are in here?" He asked, sitting up on the cot, grunting slightly.

"Oh, about fifteen. Ankylosaurus, Triceratops, Stegosaurus, and Spinosaurus to name a few. Do you want to meet them?" You froze when Ian hesitated, his body stiffening.

"I won't bring out a carnivore. I'll bring our a baby Triceratops if that makes you feel better." You tried to reassure him, which Ian smiled up at you.

"That would be great," He said, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"Alright, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." You laughed, and Ian smirked.

"I couldn’t even if I tried, sweetheart."

Face feeling warm, you nodded, before heading to the back of the room, putting in the same code and waiting as the sliding doors opened, before walking in. Passing each baby dino, you found the baby Triceratops, placing your hand on the datapad as the glass door opened. Ian watched through the enclosures glass as you crouched down to pick up the tiny dinosaur. He couldn't hear you, but you spoke to the baby, cooing and holding it close to your chest.

You'd be good with kids, he observed.

Closing the enclosure, you walked back out with the baby Triceratops in your arms, who squirmed slightly in your arms. Sitting beside Ian, you looked up at him and back to the baby.

"This is Sarah. Sarah the Trisarahtops." You giggled, petting the baby's head. It was around the same size as an adult cat, its neck poking out of your arms, its legs resting on your lap. It looked up at you with big brown eyes, blinking slowly.

"Hi, Sarah." Ian laughed out, noticing the pun.

"You can pet her, she is the nicest out of her sisters. Not as sassy." You informed him, smiling as you stroked the baby's back.

Ian smiled, reaching a hand out to rub Sarah's head. She seemed calm enough as he did so, allowing him to rub her head.

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As the hours went on, you began to grow tired, having put Sarah back in her enclosure only minutes ago. The poor baby had grown tired, and you were feeling the same. You were sure Ian was too, from the times he had yawned beside you. Yawning yourself, you rubbed your tired eyes.

"We should get some sleep... How does your leg feel?" You asked, turning your head to look at him.

He winced, "A little better. I just need to rest." He chuckled, "I'm surprised I haven't fallen asleep yet."

"Well, you've been through a lot, Ian." You spoke, pulling out a small bin from under the cot, pulling out a blanket for you and him.

"You can have the cot, I'll sleep in my chair." You spoke, but Ian shook his head.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable." But, you answered by shaking your own head, unraveling the blanket and casting it over him.

"Nonsense, Ian. You have a broken leg. Don't want you to hurt yourself any further." You told him, leaning in closer to kiss his cheek. "Sleep well." You whispered, surprising yourself by being so forward, unraveling your own blanket and going to your desk, snuggling into your chair.

"Night." Ian murmured, feeling his face flush, his cheek burning hot from where your lips had softly caressed it.

Sighing, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but instead he began to replay the moments he shared with you today. You were kind, gentle, loving, caring. Ian soon realized that he was growing infatuated by you; falling in love. Though, he knew that he wouldn't have a chance. Ian slept off, not even knowing the time passed.

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The next morning was rushed. John had called over the walkie talkie, informing you that the copter was ready at the landing bay. They were only waiting for you. Quickly, you knew what you had to do. Opening the heavy side doors, you watched as the brought sunlight shined, the tree's leaves swaying in the calm breeze. Opening each padlock, you stood by the exit, watching the curious baby dinosaurs wandered off into the forest ahead of you.

"Here, Ian." You told him, holding back your tears, "Let's get to the copter." You spoke, wrapping an arm around his waist to help him limp his way to the parked four-wheeler. He didn't answer, he didn't say anything at all. He didn't want his time with you to end. He knew once he got off the godforsaken island, you would all go your separate ways. Him to a hospital and then to New York, and you to who knows where.

With a soft groan, he lifted his head and looked down at you, seeing your red eyes and teary cheeks, "You okay?" He asked, raising a hand to gently wipe away a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"Yes. Yes, I'm fine." You reassured him, "Just excited about getting home. And, I am going to miss my babies... All grown up now I suppose."

He nodded, looking up at the sky. The birds were chirping happily, a beautiful sight to see. Hopping on the four-wheeler, you put the key in the ignition and turned it, starting the engine. With a flick of the wrist, you drove away from the baby sector and towards the helicopter bay. It seemed like such a short amount of time since Ian had met you, yet it felt like you'd known each other for much longer than that. There was this sort of connection between the two of you. You had felt it the moment he spoke up in the lab.

Reaching the helicopter, its blades quickly chopping the air, ready for take-off. You helped Ian into the copter, before hesitating. You turned back to the island. Your heart clenched as you remembered your time at the park, before you pushed the feeling away.

"Y/N!" Ian called out to you from the loud helicopter, you turned to him, seeing his hand out-reached. "Come on." He smiled at you, waving you over.

Taking his hand, you climbed into the helicopter, and took hold of a strap, watching as Ian did the same. As you sat down, the side doors shut, and the rotors began to spin faster, as you put on the headset. You looked out the window of the copter, reminiscing on the time you spent on the island. Taking care of the baby dinos and watching them grow up. You were going to miss them dearly. You were going to miss Ian terribly.

Sitting on the edge of your seat, you began to watch the scenery pass by you, hand still clutching Ian's. Soon, you saw the ocean up ahead, and you smiled, looking out the window of the copter.

"Only an hour and we'll get you to the hospital." You told him.

Ian furrowed his eyebrows, "We?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at you.

You nodded, "I don't think I can go home without knowing you are absolutely okay." You explained to him, "If... That's alright with you?" You mumbled, feeling your face flush.

"Of course..." He laughed, "What could be better than having you at my bedside?"

You smiled at him, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "You'll definitely need surgery. I'll be there when you wake up." You assured him.

"Well, as long as I have my favorite cute doctor, I'll do just fine." He joked, chuckling lightly.

You smiled at his words, "You will be." You told him, before taking a deep breath but you were interrupted, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are almost at the hospital. We ask that you remain seated until the doors open, and we are clear of the island." The pilot spoke over the system.

Ellie gave Alan a knowing look, which he returned.

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The rhythmic beeps of Ian's heart monitor slowly woke him up. Glancing around the room, Ian focused his eyes, seeing the bright white walls and ceilings, and noticing the vase of Spring Lilies and Snowdrops on the bedside table. The room was quiet, aside from his heart monitor, which began to beat faster. He was alone. You were no longer with him. Had you decided to leave? To go somewhere else? Did he misunderstand your feelings? He didn't know what was happening anymore. He was confused and hurting, seeing his broken leg in a white cast.

Turning his head to the side, he let out a sigh of relief, there you walked in, face relaxed, holding two cups of water. Your hair was redone, framing your face perfectly. You smiled at him, walking over and setting the cup of water on the bedside table.

"Good morning, Ian." You spoke, voice soft.

Looking at the clock, you giggled, "Well, afternoon."

"I thought you left," Ian spoke, and you frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry you woke up and I wasn't here. I thought I'd go down to the cafeteria and get you some water for when you awoke, and a permanent marker for your cast." You explained, sitting down beside him on the bed, and handing him the cup of water.

Ian took the cup gratefully, taking a sip, the water clearing his dry throat. "You don't have to be sorry, sweetheart. I'm glad you're here." His words were genuine, his tone warm and inviting.

"I know." You smiled, laying your eyes on Ian's cast.

"Can I sign it?" You asked, pushing up the rim of your glasses nervously, and Ian imedenently nodded.

"Go right ahead. Been wanting my hero's autograph," Ian joked, his smile coming more naturally.

Giggling, you moved to the corner of the bed, your hands shaking as you reached out to touch the cast, placing a soft and steady hand on the cast, you pulled out the permanent marker and clicked it open. Biting your lip, you began to write a small massage on the cast, along with your number.

"What did you write?" He asked, unfortunately, unable to see what you had written.

"Mmm, it says: 'Thank you for not dying.'... And my phone number," You mumbled.

Ian chuckled lightly, "Your number?"

You sat back down on the side of the bed, nodding. "Mmhm, I thought you might need it."

A smirk on his face, Ian spoke, "Do you give your number to all dinosaur attack survivors?" He teased and you smirked right back.

"Only to my favorite cute doctors." You told him, winking playfully, leaning forward a bit.

Ian laughed lightly, "That sounds like me." Leaning in, he kissed your cheek, sending tingles through your body.

"You missed..." You mumbled, not able to finish.

"Me? Missed? I don't think so." He continued to tease and you gently hit him on the shoulder.

Ian let out a small 'ow,' holding his shoulder with his hand, "Wow, attacking a poor broken man. How dare you?" He jested, and you laughed, shaking your head.

"You're impossible."

"You were right though, sweetheart," Ian muttered, eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips and back.

"Aren't I always?" You whispered teasingly, Ian shaking his own head softly.

"I did miss." He spoke and you let out a soft 'oh.'

Leaning up slightly, Ian's lips gently brushed against yours, and you wasted no time closing the small gap. Pressing your lips together, you placed your hand on his cheek and the other over his quick-beating heart, pulling yourself closer, meeting his kiss with passion. You moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, not heart Ian's heart monitor going crazy.

Suddenly, a nurse rushed in, interrupting and embarrassing the two of you.

"Oh!" She stumbled, face flushed in her own embarrassment. "I thought something was wrong. Your heart monitor."

"Oh, I am great," Ian spoke quickly with a smile, as you stuffed your face into his shoulder. "Fantastic really."

The nurse blushed, "Well, if you're sure."

Pulling away from Ian, you turned to the nurse, "Thank you for checking up on him." You thanked her politely, and she smiled and left the room, leaving the two of you alone again.

"Where are we?" Ian asked, breaking the silence, finger twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers.

You leaned forward, only inches from him, feeling his breath on your lips, "I believe you were about to rest, while I cuddled up beside you until visiting hours were over." You finished, brushing his unruly curls from his forehead.

Ian grinned up adoringly at you, "Yes, I was planning on it."

You smiled shyly at him, "Well, good." You said softly, moving over to sit beside him on the bed.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close, and you laid your head on his chest. His heartbeat was slow and steady, and you felt it in your very bones, filling you with warmth and contentment.

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Last chapter! I'm really proud of this tiny series :)

#ian malcolm x y/n #ian malcolm x reader #alan x ellie #ellie sattler #alan grant #ian malcolm fluff #ian malcolm x you #ian malcolm x female reader #ian malcolm #fluff #cute #slight angst #jurassic park x reader #jurassic park #x reader #x female reader #part 3

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cowgirlcherrie · 9 months

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☆ WISHFUL THINKING. loser! sbf! ellie williams headcanons

♪ 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…wishful thinking by benee

a/n: here are just some quick head-canons of loser ellie, ellie is best friends with the readers sister, basically like bbf! ellie but girls girl coded dynamic.

warnings/content: 18+ MDNI. a nsfw section. breeding kink. switch!ellie. kissing. petname usage. ellie is so loser…LOL but it intertwines with canon ellie. cursing. dirty talking. finger sucking. edging. mostly toothrotting fluff for the first section

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౨ৎ loser! Ellie owns an obscure amount of graphic tees with silly slogans on them:

“I ♡ HOT MOMS” or “I ♡ MILFS” or “BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN”

** I can’t find the post but one of my mutuals had an exact post of how she would dress…adam sandler core fr

When she gets complimented on them, she does not know how to take a compliment. When you found one of the slogans funny, your hands delicately intertwined with the fabric of her shirt as you tugged the fabric — with your phone hovering over the bolded text to take a picture – Ellie was sweating bullets beneath your touch.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie dismissed you the first time that the two of you met; she moved like a shadow whenever you were around; if you were talking in the kitchen, she would completely walk out of the room and just avoid the area. At first, you thought Ellie stopped coming around and being friends with your sister until you actively caught her turning on her heels and just heads in another direction.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie goes to your college and is a year above you but you didn’t know she was going to JSU (Jackson state university) because you thought she was planning on community, so it was a shocker to see her around campus because she actually would say hi to you or sit and chat if she wasn’t with Dina or Jesse.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie is obsessed with Jurassic Park and owns all of the DVD collections. She even has posters up on the wall that is stills from the movie and ones she was able to find with a deep dive online *cough* Reddit *cough* Facebook marketplace *cough*

Frequently she tried to get your sister into it who gets sick of her asking– but kept on nagging at Ellie to ask you instead, and with many dab pen hits and a quick pep talk in the bathroom, Ellie built up enough courage to ask you to watch it with her.

The two of you bonded over having crushes on Ellie Sattler which was the first time that Ellie realized that you liked girls and she might have a shot with you.

“It’s even better to watch when you’re high because the dinosaurs are all like-…woahh”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie enjoys it’s always sunny in Philadelphia and parks and recreation, and would definitely enjoy emergency intercom or just podcast-y youtube channels

౨ৎ loser! Ellie sucks at eye contact, whenever you start talking to her she rubs at the back of her neck, and looks at her feet, twirling the necklace that’s tucked closely to her skin and her shirt. She just doesn’t stop fidgeting. Her face gets all red but she plays it off that Joel kept on turning the heater on when there was no need for it.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie wears flat-brim vintage hats, especially some with corduroy fabric, and apart from her standard arm tattoo gets silly patchwork ones, like one of a drawing she did for Joel. Has a lot of rings and especially enjoys the spinny ones.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who collects Savage Starlight comics, as always, is surprised when you tell her you found some copies in the bookstore that was actually going to get thrown away but you bargained with the owner to buy the barrel of the books because you knew she would like to have them. She gets all flustered when she realizes that you were thinking of her and it brings the craziest smile to her fast that you took enough time to remember such minuscule detail about her.

“Do you– uh- do you want me to pay you back?”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie wakes up late all the time when she sleeps over at your house like I’m talking 11-12:30 pm and will walk around the house with messy hair, a large t-shirt and boxers, and dry drool patch on her mouth and down her cheek until she realizes she had been watched for the past few minutes by you who was scared shitless because you didn’t even she spent the night.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie in traditional Ellie fashion uses cursing as a coping mechanism when she gets nervous and doesn’t know what to say:

“I don’t fuckin’ know ask your sister”

“That’s fuckin cute… I guess”

“Oh – Fuck you!”

౨ৎ when your sister started this thing every two weeks where there is a girl’s night, she’d invite Ellie over for a sleepover and the sleepless night would be full of gossip, painting each other’s nails, drinking cheap wine that Ellie got from the gas station down the way — primarily a self-care night, it takes a lot of convincing to get Ellie to join in but once she does, she regrets it slightly. However, she tolerates it because she can use it as an excuse just to see you and learn about what is up with your life or if you started seeing anyone.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who bitches and cries when she has a facemask on, and is hissing and spewing curses under her breath every few minutes, with a fluffy headband on that is pushing her auburn hair back, begging you to take it off; meanwhile, you are applying a clear coat on her nails because she would complain about any other color but she keeps tensing up.

“Ow! What the fuck is in this…it hurts, take it off! Take it off!”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie when the summertime rolled around, meant she would be spending way more time with you and your sister – eventually, your sister goes to the locksmith and get Ellie her own key. Ellie will be indulging in pool days with you which is a recipe for disaster

She is tripping all over the place, and terribly applied sunscreen on her face which cast a slight ghostly white cast on her face, adding to how stunned she was to see you in a swimsuit, but she couldn’t look away and caught herself wandering her eyes to places she probably shouldn’t have.

Underwater kiss! Underwater kiss!

But she tries to play it off and acts like it never even happened the next day. But when Ellie closed her eyes all she could feel was your wet lips on hers, as the two of you were grabbing at each other and the way for a second time slowed down and all she could feel was the movement of the water and your hands on her skin.

When she applied sunscreen wrong and asks you to fix it for her, gets so embarrassed as you rub your hands over her face to moisturize the sunscreen into her face, but every time she opens her eyes she just sees the view of your boobs in the bikini you are wearing and just squeezes her eyes shut. Visibly pretends to bite her fist when you’re done

౨ৎ loser! Ellie 100% asking strangers on Reddit how to confess for you with crazy ass headlines,

F(22) IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S SISTER F(21) ADVICE? If a girl’s arm lingers on you for too long does it mean she likes you? (F) Good pick-up lines that aren’t cringy for gays only…please How much does astrology and birth chart compatibility really matter?

౨ৎ loser! Ellie splits her sandwiches with you and gives you a jacket when you are cold because even though she asks you a million times and you said no each time she asked. She still brings a jacket just for you — and how she would scold you for not bringing one. (all out of love though)

“You fucker! I knew you would be cold, see this is why I said to bring a jacket”

Pretends to be angry but really she was waiting for this moment.

Eventually, you build a collection, having 3 of Ellie’s jackets in your room, which was Ellie’s subtle excuse to be able to talk to you.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie doesn’t hesitate to pick you up from an on-campus party, and her heart shatters when you are crying because you had a shitty night and you don’t want her to tell your sister. Takes you to whatever fast food is open at that hour even if that means she’d have to drive 30 minutes extra just to make you smile.

“Shh…sweetheart terrible nights happen it’s okay”

“Are you hungry?…cuz’ like I’m fuckin hungry” Ellie whispers amidst a thick awkward silence, mentally cringing and wanting to bang her head on the steering wheel as she grips the wheel until her knuckles turn white.

Suddenly becomes good with comforting people when it comes to you, but anyone else – the spinny wheel of death appears above her head as she struggles to formulate a good sentence.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who hates when you bring up anyone you start talking to or that you are going out with, will sit there with her fist tight and jaw clenched whispering to you:

“There are people who can treat you way better”

And by people she really means herself.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie who set off the fire alarm once by accident because she was hotboxing in her room with Jesse and Dina and almost got a dean’s office summons and tried to blame it on the neighbors next door.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie when Ellie tells your sister that she likes you, your sister makes the most disgusted face at her, but becomes Ellie’s wing-woman and kinda tells Ellie all of your likes and dislikes, which Ellie has a whole page in her journal with facts about you.

“can I have your blessing to uh…date your um, fuck sorry your sister?”

“ellie please shut up I’m gonna throw up”

౨ৎ loser! Ellie has pictures of michael cera as her icons on every form of social media.

౨ৎ loser! Ellie gets flustered easily over indirect kisses, like sharing food or sharing drinks, and suddenly she becomes so hyperaware.

nsfw 𖦹⋆彡🫧꩜♪⋆

౨ৎ When Ellie started having more than just friendly feelings for you…her whole demeanor changed, the tension was so thick it could cut with a sharp knife. Subtle touches suddenly had more meaning and her body felt like someone lit a match with gasoline dripping from her body and set her aflame.

౨ৎ after an accidental confession that leads to the two of you dating, lewd thoughts from the shadow of her brain came after and she couldn’t control it — initially was too embarrassed to tell you and had nights where she would just walk to the bathroom and try her best to get off in the shower but it only got her so far before it wasn’t helping or doing enough and at this point she needed to actually touch you

౨ৎ That time she slept over and was sleeping on your couch, hoodie on her body with the hood up covering her face, blankets falling off of her body giving a full view of her sleep boxer shorts. When you walked by to go grab a drink of water around 3 am you could hear her moaning your name in your sleep.

౨ৎ is one of those people who seem bashful, sparky, and innocent throughout the day but in the sheets is the biggest freak ever, she becomes another level of unholy.

౨ৎ a breeding kink! Definitely owns one of the squirting dildos because she loves to watch the way liquids drip out of you when she’s done, will sit back pulling at your folds with her fingers with the shit-eating grin on her face that reads I did that

“Look at you~” “all fucked out for me” Ellie speaks coly and in between breaths as her head reaches down to put kisses all over your face.

౨ৎ Ellie likes to see how much she can get away with, smacks your ass, pulls you back by your belt loop, sticks her hand way too far up your thigh, moans high pitched in your ear during public settings

౨ৎ falls asleep with her hand on your boobs, god forbid she’s having a nightmare, she starts squeezing them in the midst of it.

౨ৎ makes dick jokes talking about some:

“My pullout game is not weak thank you very much, if that was the case we would have had a lot of children already”

When listening to rap music that goes into heavy description about fucking humps the air sometimes to the lyrics...not elaborating she's hella immature LOL

౨ৎ The minute the two of you go out and one of your friends says how she is a simp and how you have all the control in the situation, Ellie will make sure you know that she indefinitely has the upper hand. It’s like a switch flips in her head she gets so ruthless and so mean, she doesn’t want you to forget it either and fucks you until you can’t think

You will be moaning and clawing at her back as she pounds in a rhythmic motion in and out of you, her mouth would get so filthy, smirking as her fingers rub over your lips as she slips her thumb in for you to suck,

“but …do your friends know that you cry like this under me? that you look so pathetic under me?”

“Who’s in charge again cuz’ I fuckin’ know it’s not you”

“Are you cumming? Oh no you don’t…let me see you” “What if I just stopped right now?”

Likes to edge you, no doubt.

౨ৎ a switch likes to be topped or touched but also likes to be the top

౨ৎ whimpers whenever you touch her like a puppy, her eyes get glassy and her face gets red as she lets out low mewls of your name, and suddenly it’s like you’re an angel hovering over her and your touch is an addictive drug that she never wants to stop having.

౨ৎ Overall just the best girlfriend ever, with a combination of silliness and fun in one, a big ol’ dork that is really just obsessed with you.

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trekmanx92 · 2 years

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Billy has a nightmare.

#Jurassic park 3 #alan/billy #alan grant #billy brennan #hurt/comfort #friends to lovers #fluff #angst #fanfiction #fanfic #romance

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girl8890 · 2 years

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JK | Cabin in The Woods

word count: 6.7k

Summary: Everyone knows to stay out of the forest, but through a dare you ventured in… you just never came out. Meeting a wolf that says he needs you to survive, and you have no one else to give your love to but the animal that uses you every night.

Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Human!Reader

Genre: yandere, supernatural!au, horror!au, smut, angst, some fluff (if you squint)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: bullying, disfiguration of body parts, breaking of bone, mate bonding, possessiveness, implied murder, blood, eating of people & living animals, implied/attempt at rape/non-con, vaginal sex, cream pie, cock warming, pussy sniffing & kissing, jk is horny for reader 99% of the time, kinda stockholm syndrome-ish, easily manipulated reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, lonely!reader

A/N: The best way I can explain this fic is that jk has actual wolf tendencies. He’s more wolf than man, so you’ll find that he relates more to a wolf in this fic than to his human half. I had a dream about this, probably should see a therapist, but here we’re instead! I hope you enjoy, my yandere lovers! 😌

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You don’t know why you agreed to the dare. It was stupid to even think nothing would happen to you.

All you wanted was to make some friends, so when some people in your hometown asked you to come to their party, you were all for it. When you got to said party, it wasn’t what you were expecting. Everyone’s eyes were on you, and the peer pressure was to the max. Somehow a game of truth of dare started, and now your here—alone in the woods because you were one of the few daring people at that party.

You weren’t daring, though, and the dare wasn’t random. It was pointed at you by a couple of college kids that wanted to pick on the loner girl. You realized this after the hour in the haunted forest definitely went by, and no one came to save you.

North became south, and west became east. Any direction you pointed yourself in, you would find yourself trailing deeper and deeper into the woods where too many tourists and even a few locals never came out of.

You swore the forest was even playing tricks on you. Swearing that each tree looked the same, and the fog got thicker with each step you took. You didn’t stop your hurried walking, to try and get out of the forest as quickly as possible, until you heard a snap of a twig from behind you. Slowly turning your head, something you never thought in your twenty-two years of life you would ever see was standing right above you on a rock.

It was a wolf.

Not just any wolf. A snarling, big, yellow eyed, and black furred scary looking wolf that still had animal carcass from an earlier dinner hanging out of its mouth. And you had a feeling it wanted you for desert. You, for some reason, thought if you stayed still that it wouldn’t see you. Like all the movies about predators not being able to see their prey if it stayed still. Well, you very quickly realized this is not Jurassic Park and the wolf lunged at you.

You screamed, sliding somehow just out of the way from the wolfs attack, and then booked it. Running as fast as you can, and screaming as loud as you can. You claimed this day to be the worst one of your life because even as you ran like hell, the wolf still followed closely behind. Four big paws hitting the ground way faster then your two feet were.

You think you may have run a mile that day just trying to get away from the wolf. When you finally decided to look back and see the beast, you were finally able to skid to a stop when you see it’s not behind you. You breathe out a sigh of relief… but that relief didn’t last long.

Just as you turn back around, the same beast as before springs out of the shadows and tackles you to the ground. The beast hunted you. It made you think it left and had you let your guard down. Stupid mistake because now your done for.

The beast growled in your face, and pinned your entire body to the ground. It’s sharp, huge teeth dripping with drool right on your face. This was it. This was going to be the end of your life, and you were going to be apart of the many that ventured into this forest and never came out.

Tears streamed down your face, and because you felt desperate you even begged the wild animal. “Please… I-I’m not ready to die.”

In that moment, you thought you even heard the wolf laugh. A heavy chuckle coming from its snot. But in that moment, when the beast was laughing at your pathetic pleads, it sniffed the air around you and then it’s pupils dilated. The wolf inhaled again, this time pressing its snout right against your neck, and making you shake with fear when you thought it was going to bite you.

There was a moment of silence, the wolf keeping its nose against your neck, and then it retracted it’s snout away from you. Everything happened so fast after that…

The sound of bone crunching was the first thing you heard, but it wasn’t your own. The creature above you backed away a messily bit, and it was only because the head of it was melting away. It’s then you realize it’s body was transforming into something you’ve never seen before. Body parts coming out of its skin, and constant sounds of broken bones snapping as each piece of the wolfs limbs melted away into one of… something else.

When the first limb that was being created out of the wolf became whole, you realize it was one of a persons. A man’s hand attached to a whole arm as each piece of him clicked together. It was a gruesome and slow process to watch. One that would of had you gagging if you weren’t so focused on the once wolf turning into a man.

When each bone finally clicked in place, a man that would of had you swooning by his looks alone any other day was kneeling above you. His hair was close to hitting his shoulders, and to the opposite of what you would expect from a creature like him, his skin was smooth to the touch except a singular small mole under his lip. His lips were pink, chapped, but plump and they were above a jaw line that most women would compliment as being sculpted from the gods.

It’s then, as more silence stretches on and you’re now staring into two brown eyes that were once yellow, that you put the pieces together of what creature us standing before you. Of what creature—this very muscular, and very naked, creature of a man has been doing in these woods too. Making countless people disappear, and having too many people afraid to even step foot into these wood because of it. Because of him.

“Werewolf,” You say at the same time the beast above you says, “Mate.”

And that was the day your life changed forever.

———

Nobody missed you. Nobody went out searching for you. You assumed everyone at the party thought you died, so that was the end of loner girl y/n. Probably didn’t even have a memorial like all the other forest disappearances.

You had no parents to worry about you. Your mom died over a year ago from complications, and eventually your father died soon after from a broken heart. No siblings or other close relatives to wonder about you, so you were stuck. Stuck in the woods with the only person—being, wolf, whatever—that actually showed he… cared?

You’ve be in a small cabin in the woods with him for three months now. It was a cabin that if an people passed by—not that they would venture in to the woods or get that close to begin with—wouldn’t think twice about it being abandoned and nothing worth exploring. But on the inside was everything a girl like you needed.

A somehow working bathroom, a small kitchen right in front of the door, and a queen sized bed (that’s more of a mattress on top of a old bed holder) that was pushed into the corner of the small cabin. With a blanket and two pillows on top of it. One pillow that ironically had a picture of a wolf sewed into the fabric of the pillow case. Everything a girl like you needed to survive was in this small space.

And everything the werwolf needed, Jungkook you found out his name was the day you met him, was you and what was in the last door of the cabin. The door that opened up to a set of steep stairs, and held nothing but a steal cage in the middle. That’s where he held you the first week you stayed here. Trapped and forced to endorse his ritual of claiming you as his. Teaching you how to be the perfect little submissive human to his dominate wolf.

He never took you as a an actual wolf luckily, but he did take you that first meeting in the woods. On the ground, with your clothes ripped apart, and you crying and screaming for him to stop. It wasn’t until he bit into your neck, forever claiming you as his mate, that it felt like your whole world shifted.

Suddenly it was like you could do nothing but submit to him. You still had resolve, though. And that’s why he kept you in the cage for so long. A week may not seem like much, but it did for you. Especially when he—allegedly—left you down there at night. He didn’t let you out until you promised never to leave, and after three months you’re still here.

You’re currently washing a dish in the small sink in the kitchen. You just ate lunch of what you assumed was rabbit, Jungkook being the one to hunt for yours and his food, and once your done with cleaning it you put it on a towel to dry. You look up from the sink at the same time Jungkook as a wolf came into view of the small window in the kitchen above the sink. You can see he’s holding in his mouth what looks to be a deer, and you grimace as you think about how he killed it.

You open the cabins front door when he gets close enough to the house, and move off to the side so the big wolf can squeeze himself into the house. Shutting the door behind him, he came in into the kitchen area and dropped the dead deer on the floor. You crotch onto the floor in front of what you presume to be dinner, and you aren’t scared of the wolf’s fangs as he continues to heave out breathes next to you.

You haven’t been scared of his wolf for a long time.

“Poor Bambi,” You say as you pet the deers snout. Earning a growl from Jungkook as you touch the dead deer so tenderly, and then he pushes his own snout in between your hand and the deer so you can then pet him. “Stupid wolf.”

You smile as the wolf laughs. A husky chuckle of a noise you remember used to confuse you when you heard it, but now you know it as him laughing in wolf form.

He then backs away from your hand after a few scratches, and you look away as he begins to transform into the man you were forced to love. The only person you love.

The sound of broken bone came from your right, but it wasn’t until you feel a human nose against you cheek that you turn to see a hairless faced Jungkook. His hair is still a bit long, but you convinced him to cut it a little shorter and even chop a part of it completely off. Making it look like he had a buzzed portion of a quarter of his hair. He’s currently naked, but you ignore that fact. Being very used to his naked form by now.

“Hello stupid wolf,” You say in greeting with a small smile, and you watch his own smile twitch up for a second. He then pushes his face forward, and you let your eyes drift shut when you know he’s about to take in your smell. Something he always does when going into human form and being in front of you.

He first presses his nose back onto your cheek, it wiggling a little as it touches you. Then he moves his nose to your own, and glides it next over your two eyes. Sniffing and inhaling every few seconds. It isn’t until he goes to your lips that you allow your eyes to open half-lidded.

Jungkook’s eyes are shut, but he senses you staring at him so he opens his own eyes. Two pools of brown looking back at you as he slowly presses his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut, and you know his eyes are still open. It’s a small, barely any pressure type of kiss and you always think he’s doing it more for you then for him. He knows he doesn’t need to kiss you to earn your love, to own you, but he kisses you anyway.

After a moment of the soft pressure of his kiss to you, he detaches from your lips. You flutter your eyes open, and you hear a quiet growl rumble from his chest. Making your eyes flicker down to where you believe it sounded from.

“Hello… Y/n,” Jungkook says with a broken up voice. You think he’s never talked in his human form until he met you. At least not for a long time, so hearing his voice now is a rarity but you can’t help yourself and smile at him as he practices speaking.

“Yes, I’m y/n.” You press your hand to your chest. “And your Jungkook.” And then you press that same hand onto Jungkook’s naked chest right above his slowly beating heart.

You watch the corner of his lips twitch up again into a small smile, and you wonder what it would look like for him to actually smile. With teeth and all.

“Yes,” Jungkook says simply as he nods at you. He then takes his face away from so close to you, and aims his sights on the bite mark he left on you during the first day you met. You softly gasp when you feel his finger touch the surface of your neck. Gliding his fingers around the jagged teeth marks that will never go away. He then says with a mouth full of clenched sharp teeth, “Mine.”

And you’re his. He’s drilled it enough into your mind and body that you’re his. That he needs you to survive because a wolf without his mate is futile. Just like how your father died without your mother, Jungkook would die without you.

He may have brought up the situation in parts, and started this relationship in a terrible way, but he’s been alone and stuck in his wolf for a very long time. He didn’t know what “no” meant, and everything humans learned about consent and taking things slow into a relationship was nonexistent to him. So, he did what he does best when he wants something, he took it. Took you right there on the forest floor, and came deep inside you as he bit against your neck hard. Claiming you to him and his wolf forever.

Jungkook then slowly departs his finger from your neck, and wraps his arms around your arms and back. Your arms are sandwiched in between the two of you, and you’ve come to learn he likes to hold you this way. Having you safely protected in his arms, and he can easily bring his whole body on top of you so he can scent all of you at once. You pull your legs to your chest, knowing he’s going to scoop them up after he’s done sniffing your hair.

With one last whiff of your hair, he rubs his nose on top of your head. He then, just like you thought, scoops your legs up with one arm and supports your back with the other. Picking you up bridal style, and looking down at you as he caries you to the bed.

Your cradled and squished against him the whole ten steps there, but the whole way feels so safe. You would think a wolf like him that has such animal tendencies would be the worst place for you to be, but overtime you recognized it as the safest place for you. No one could touch you as long as your with him.

But that just means the big bad wolf would always have the ability to touch you.

———

Some time later, when your clothes are stripped off of you and your stomach is being pressed against the mattress, Jungkook drives his cock roughly into you from behind. It’s a rough, hard, and rocky affair every night. That’s right, every night.

The only times he doesn’t take you is when you’re on your period, and that’s because he hates the smell of blood on you. Keeping his distance and staying in wolf form the whole week, so he doesn’t temp himself in his human form.

Your hands are holding onto the front of the mattress in a tight grip, and his hands are clamped on top of yours as he continues to drive into you on repeat. Your moaning so loud it sounds like a scream, and each time you feel his hips press against you to go as deep inside you as possible you arch your back as a quivering sensation goes off in your stomach. Indicating you’re going to cum for the first time that night soon.

Jungkook grunts above you in a animistic way when he feels your pussy clench around his length. Making the teeth of his wolf elongate when his peek gets closer. His cock continues to drill into you at a fast pace as he brings his mouth down onto your neck. He doesn’t bite you, but he does apply a soft pressure of his teeth onto the bite mark he left there three months ago.

He doesn’t need to bite because he knows you know he already owns you. He owns your body, and he knows it so well by now that he doesn’t need to repeat the hurtful mark again. Just laying the sharp teeth across the ridges is enough of a reminder to what you are to him.

With a few more thrusts, banging his hips against your ass, your cumming along side him as he groans into your neck and you moan into the mattress. You lay there, heavy breathing going off from the both of you as your highs decrease. Jungkook takes his teeth off of you and then licks the surface of your neck. A little blood trickling down it since his orgasm was so harsh he bit down on you a little.

When he’s done cleaning your neck, whimpering a little to say sorry for making you bleed, he flips you over without pulling out of you and starts up his thrusts again. Caging your head and arms underneath him, with his arms holding himself above you next to your head. It’s like he didn’t just cum and reck your whole head space as he begins fucking you again. You expected this, though. It’s never just one round, not even two!

He continues to fuck you over and over again, placing you in new positions that keep you surrounded by his body after each time he cums deep within your clenching walls. Not a single time he’ll speak, either. Only you moaning and crying out your pleasure can be heard aside from his occasional grunt as he finishes inside of you. But the faces he makes are enough to have your mind going dirty besides doing the act itself.

When you get a chance to see his face, it’s so sexy it makes you clench around him. His mouth will be wide open in bliss, and his eyes squeezed shut. It looks like he can’t take how good you feel, but he still chases the feeling every time. Wanting to make you cum just as much as he wants to cum.

He fucks you so many times that it gets to the point tonight that you lost count of how many times you’ve orgasmed, and as he was placing you sideways to thrust into you again you felt yourself drift into unconsciousness.

———

Waking up was a start. The sun was blaring from outside the window, and you blink your eyes open to see it. Your body wasn’t sore since it’s gotten used to how rough he is on you over the months you’ve been here, and you look down to see his arms wrapped around your naked middle. You bite your bottom lip, trying to figure out a way you could get out of his hold without waking the softly snoring Jungkook behind you.

As you wiggle in his grasp, staring to remove yourself from him gently, you realize there was no way to get up without him noticing. And that was because he’s still inside you. Still hard too, which was unexpected. You turn slightly around to see the handsome wolfs face, looking innocent as ever as he sleeps.

Softly, you reach out and cup his cheek with your hand. Trying to coax him awake with a few rubs of your palm. Instead of waking up, though, he rubs his face into your hand like a puppy. Wanting you to continue what you’re doing even as he sleeps. You hold back your laughter as Jungkook begs for your rubs, but you drop your hand altogether.

Instead of waking up from the lack of rubs, his face starts trying to find where the amazing sensation went. It isn’t until his nose gets buried in your hair, him sniffing up a big whiff of your small and gripping you a little tighter in his grasp, that he blinks his eyes open.

He pulls his face out of your hair, looking down at you like he didn’t realize it was for a second, but then the corners of his mouth are switching up when he sees it’s you he’s holding.

“Goodmorning,” You whisper to him with a smile. He hums his own version of saying good morning, then he wraps his other arm around your middle and pulls you flush again him.

You cry out when his cock that’s still inside you impalas you deeper, and then he letting go you altogether when he hears your cry. He must of not noticed he was inside you until now, gently taking his slowly softening cock out of you, and he looks at you frantic when he thinks he hurt you. Hovering his hands above your arms and looking strained as he tries to push out the word, “Hurt?”

You swallow, pulling yourself together as the rough pain to your dry pussy lessens, and you shake your head and smile again at him. “Nope, just surprised me.”

He looks at you unconvinced, and because he doesn’t know what boundaries mean, he pulls your legs apart and inspects you himself.

“Jungkook!” You scream as you try to cover your core from him. He’s scene it plenty of times, but besides to aim his cock at you he’s never directly looked at it before. He still pulls your hands away from you, pinning them against your one leg as he pulls your legs wide apart. Your beat red in the face and chest now as he just stares at your core so closely. ��S-stop it.”

He looks up at you, and his eyes say more then any words can. Matching with his pointed frown, his big doe eyes look up at you saddened. Even though he’s been rough with you many times in the past, using you every night for his own pleasure even if he coaxes your own in the process, he hates the thought of you hurt. That’s also why he hates you bleeding because blood means hurting, and hurting means pain, which should never involve itself with his mate.

Looking back down at you pussy, he slowly places a singular kiss onto your slit. You clench your eyes shut at the press of his lips on you. And then your full on grunting when you feel and hear him smell your pussy up close. You know it’s just him saying “I’m sorry I hurt you,” since you taught him kisses could help when someone is hurt, and the smelling is so he can check that you’re not bleeding. But out of all things, your pussy should not be getting kissed and smelt this way!

After a few more embarrassed wiggles from you, Jungkook finally clears that you’re okay and lets you go. You pout at the wolf that looks confused at why you’re upset, and you roll out of bed. As you start getting changed, you hear the cracking of bone behind you. Within seconds Jungkook is back in his wolf form, and pressing his snout against your clothed back.

You sigh, turning around and looking down at the wolf who’s staring up at you so apologetically, and you roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah you stupid wolf.”

You pet him in between the ears, now seeing a smile on the wolfs face and you return a human smile of your own. One with a lot less drool. Then you head for the door, stopping when you realize the deer from last night is still on the ground from last night and look an accusing eye at the beast who brought it here. Jungkook crocks his wolf head at you, not understanding the look you’re sending him.

“Did you really just leave that thing on the floor?” He looks to where you’re pointing, and his ears perk up. Walking up to the fly swarming carcass, instead of throwing it away or putting it in the fridge, he starts to eat it whole.

You grimace as you watch him a second too long, never getting use to seeing that happen in front of you, and then you head out the cabin to start your day.

Your day usually consists of tending to the small garden behind the cabin. It’s nothing incredible, but enough that you won’t be eating dead deer or rabbit everyday. A few tomatoes and cucumbers that you were able to syphon from plants near by, and TaDa! Your own personal garden.

Besides this garden, you don’t usually stray too far from the cabin. For one, even though the monster that haunts these woods lives with you, you’re too scared to find out what else could be found lurking in these woods. And two, anytime you accidentally travel too far from it, weather it be just to walk around or to try and find more seeds to grow, a huffing wolf named Jungkook will come and coax you back to the cabin. There’s been times he’s legit dragged you by your shirt to get home, but that’s just because you were so close to finding new seeds and you didn’t want to leave yet.

You know it’s all out of protection—and maybe still out of fear that you may leave him—but he likes having you close by enough to smell you. His wolf nose being able to track anything from a mile away, so that’s how far around the cabin you’re allowed to go before he loses scent of you. Stopping your wondering just before your scent crosses over that mile mark.

Today, after you put the veggies inside the fridge, you take one of the books that Jungkook “found” for you and go walking into the woods to find a place for you to sit. Just before you cross the tree line, you see on the opposite side of the clearing you’re in that Jungkook is walking into the woods too. Probably to go on a hunt or scoot the area even.

You walk for about a minute into the woods before you find a rock and a tree you can sit, and lean against. Opening up your book, you frown when see the small pool of blood on the title page. You try to ignore how it most likely got there, and keep flipping pages until you find the first page.

It’s just when you get to chapter two, that you hear a twig snap close by. You grin at the knowledge that it’s most likely Jungkook, and call out, “Come to read with me, stupid wolf?”

“No, but I would definitely like to do more then just read with you.”

You gasp, jumping up from your spot and dropping your book on the ground in the process when you hear a human voice that’s most definitely not Jungkook’s. It’s a man with long brown hair, a beard thats unkept, and one of his eyes looks screwed shut from loss of sight.

Your body starts shaking immediately. Since you’ve got here, you haven’t seen a single human. You always thought no humans were stupid enough to wonder into these woods—unlike you, but you were lucky enough to be the monsters mate and not die. You know not a single person is going to be that lucky if they come across a hungry Jungkook. Or just him in general!

“I-I, what are you doing here?”

The man raises a fluffy eyebrow at you, and you continue to stare at him wide eyed. “I just thought I would wonder these woods that so many claims is haunted. I just didn’t think I would find myself such a sexy specimen like yourself in here too.”

You swallow thickly at his sultry words, backing up from him as he starts to move forward. “Tell me, girly. Why are you out here all by yourself?”

“I-I’m with my boyfriend.” Your referring to Jungkook, but if this man some how got past him there’s no way he can save you if this man tries something. You watched Jungkook go the opposite way of you, so you have no idea how long it would take for him to rescue you even if you scream.

The man looks both ways, stopping in his tracks with you. “Don’t see no boyfriend.” The closed lip smile on the man’s face disappears. “But I am hungry.”

You open your eyes wide, and clutch onto the skirt of your dress. You look all around the area your in, thinking up the best route to get away from this man. “I-I don’t have any food. So you should p-probably go looking somewhere else.”

The man laughs, showing his blackened teeth as he does, and then he looks at you with a pair of disgusting eyes that only mean one thing. “Oh, darling… that’s not what I’m hungry for.”

Right when his words register to you, you run as fast as you can in the direction of the cabin. Your not far from it, and you can only hope that maybe Jungkook stopped his travels early and came home. You hear heavy footsteps behind you, and you’re suddenly aware of what this chase of cat and mouse reminds you of. The difference between that day with Jungkook and you and right now is that you thought Jungnkook was going to eat you. While the disgusting and vile man behind you doesn’t want to actually eat you, but taint and ruin your body. Ruin your soul, even.

You push forward as you spot the clearing up ahead. Dodging tree branch’s and jumping over rocks. Just when you’re about to step foot into the clearing of the cabin, a heavy body pins you to the ground. You cry out as the man that was chasing yous heavy weight falls on top of you. Screaming once again when you feel a hard erection press against your ass through his jeans.

He’s not as big as Jungkook—not that that was your main concern—but just knowing it’s there and not Jungkook’s has you starting to cry already.

“Oh, shut the fuck up you whore!” The man above you yells. Maneuvering himself so he can pin your arms against your back with his knee, and you hear the start of him unbuckling his pants and belt.

You think your done for. That you’re about to be ruined beyond repair from the man above you, and never want to face Jungkook again. Even though Jungkook did the same to you once all those months ago, there was still pleasure for you being brought to the table. It wasn’t selfish, but a need for him to mate you. This man, on the other hand, won’t give a shit if you like it and wants to use you because your just there. Not because he loves you, or wants to hold you in his arms forever. Keeping you safe and making sure you’re never in pain.

This man wants to bring you pain, and you shut your eyes and cry out one last time before you think you’re about to be ruined forever. “Jungkook, help me!”

It happens so fast after that… but not what your thinking.

One second the man is pushing up your dress to reveal yourself to him, and the next he’s being ripped off of you. It doesn’t register to you that you’re no longer being pinned to the ground until you start to hear screaming, growling, and the sound of bones breaking. Breathing heavily against the ground, you stay completely still until the screams stop out of no where and the smell of blood is in the air.

You blink back your tears that are still falling, and on shaking arms you push yourself up onto your hands and knees. Before you could be brave enough to stand up entirely, a hand is being pressed into your back. You jump away from the hand and turn around to see a bloodied face Jungkook crouching in front of you.

Although your eyes are being blurred with tears, you can see his extremely upset face as he takes in your form. You don’t waste any time. You leap into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He makes a ‘Uph’ sound and stubbles back, but he catches you nonetheless. He’s always there to catch you.

Jungkook buries his face into your neck to smell you, while your face is against his neck to cry into. He growls against your neck when his nose processes the now dead’s man smell on you. You let him scent mark you, and the whole times he’s keeping you strapped to him. Not letting go of you for a single second.

By the time he’s down scenting you, and your crying has simmered down a little, you pull your face out of his neck to face him. The same deep frown and saddened eyes look at you, and you know it’s because of what almost transpired a few moments ago.

He swallows, pushing out a, “Hurt…?” You open your mouth to say no, because even though it scared you the man didn’t hurt you exactly. But then Jungkook is pushing out more words, “Try. To… Hurt. You?”

Your lip wobbles, and you can’t speak. Feeling your chest crumble from knowing the answer to his question is not positive, and instead of you speaking you nod your head since it’s too hard to speak right now.

Jungkook’s upset frown turns into an expression you haven’t seen yet on him. You know what he looks when he’s happy (flick up of the corners of his mouth), and when he’s sad (deep frown and drooping eyes), but this is different… this Jungkook is angry.

His sharp wolf teeth extend from his gums, and the corners of his eyes wrinkle and twitch as he thinks about what that man would have done to you. If it wasn’t for Jungkook being back on his way to the cabin at that second, it would have been too late. The man’s smell didn’t even register to him when Jungkook did an air check to smell where you were. All he smelt was something dirty, and he registered that as the part of the woods you were in smelling weird.

Never again. Never again will he ignore weird smells around you, or think your alright even if something seems off. He’ll drop everything for you. Even if he really wants to go claw some more at the dead man’s body right now, he picks you up as you’re now, wrapped around his body, and starts carrying you in the direction of the cabin.

You keep your face against Jungkook’s shoulder the entire time. Not letting go even after he puts you on the bed. You don’t remember how you got here, or even him closing the door behind you, but once your in bed and safe you still don’t let him go of him. And Jungkook is okay with that.

He puts you against the wall, making sure your caged in between his body and the wall so nothing can harm you. Even if someone were to look inside the cabin right now, all they would see is Jungkook’s naked back and ass.

Trying to be a good mate, he hums what sounds like a lullaby as he runs his sharps nails up and down your clothed back. When you finally begin to relax, calmly pulling your arms off of him so they can be sandwiched in between the two of you, you whisper a quiet, “Thank you.”

Jungkook stops humming, and stops rubbing your back. Looking down at your shameful looking face with wide eyes.

“Why?” He asks.

“Why, thank you?” He nods his head pointedly. “For saving me.”

Jungkook won’t take that. He won’t take a thank you for this. Your his mate, and he wasn’t there to protect you. He doesn’t deserve your thank yous or even you at this point. Pulling your face out of his chest with his two hands, he stares into your eyes as he tries to communicate how he feels. “No. No, thank yous. Don’t… Deserve… Thank yous. Or… You.”

Now it’s your turn to look at him wide eyed. You grab onto his hands on your face and shake your head. “What are you talking about? Yes, you do. You deserve me because I’m your mate.”

Jungkook’s shakes his head. “Not enough.”

Your lips part, and you see the sadness in Jungkook’s eyes as his hands fall off your face. This is the first time he said something without breaking the words apart, and out of all things it was him saying he’s not enough for you. Well now, your not going to take that.

You grab onto his face, making him face you and feel a little pleased with yourself when you see a surprised look on his face. You pull his face forward and smash your lips against his. He’s surprised, at first, but then he’s groaning into your mouth and wrapping his arms around your middle again. You moan when you feel his length begin to grow against your thigh, moving it slightly to allow him some friction. He growls when you do that, and you detach your lips from his as you look at him determined to make him understand just how you feel about what he just said.

“You do deserve me, Jungkook. You deserve me because I’m your mate, and you’re mine. And I-… I love you so stop being stupid and just claim what’s yours already!”

Jungkook blinks, registers your words a couple times in his head, and repeats, “Mate?”

You roll your eyes and say, “Yes!”

“Love. Me?”

You swallow, taking a moment of hesitation but then replying again, “Yes.”

Then that’s all Jungkook needs to be convinced. He smashes his lips against yours the same way you did, and you’re moaning up a storm by the time he rolls you underneath him. You take your clothing off as fast as your arms can do it, and then Jungkook is thrusting into you the second your pussy is presented to him.

Both of you making noises of pleasure as he enters you, stretching and rubbing at your walls just the way you like it as he roughly pounds against your core. As always, Jungkook fucks you rough and hard, but right now you need it. You need it just as much as him, and when you both cum at the same time, you’re scratching at his back to go another round… and another… and another.

As always, you lose count of how many rounds you both did, but this time you’re both out of breathe by the time you both decide to stop. His cum is leaking from you because you’re so filled to the brim with his seed, and you revel in it. Feeling his cum drip on your leg, and feeling his soft lips peeper kiss your face as he sandwiches your body against his and the wall again.

You love it all! But most importantly, you love your mate.

And he loves you more than you could ever comprehend.

The End

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