#zora bennett x reader

[glazeddonutzora]

[prentissangel]

STAY WITH ME — zora bennett x reader

summary – you and zora set out to collect a simple raptor sample, something you've done a dozen times before. but deep in the jungle, things go wrong-fast. when you're attacked and nearly killed, zora's forced to face the one thing scarier than dinosaurs: losing you.

warning(s) – wlw, injury/blood, near-death experience, emotional intensity, fear and panic, soft romance in extreme danger, protective! zora, mutual devotion, medical emergency, crying, desperate love confessions, established relationship, angst with comfort, happy ending

men/minors dni

The jungle was impossibly hot. Sweat beaded down your back as you adjusted the strap on your field pack, ducking under a thick fern frond. Birds—if you could still call them that—shrieked somewhere in the canopy above. Jurassic World may have been rebranded, reborn, regulated to hell and back, but out here in the deeper zones, nature didn’t give a damn about fences.

Zora walked ahead of you, a few steps off-trail, crouching every so often to analyze disturbed foliage or check the track monitor strapped to her arm. Even after years of dating her, you were still in awe of how focused she got on expeditions. Sharp, calculating, unshakably competent.

“You’re sexy when you’re tracking a raptor,” you said, just to hear her scoff and shake her head.

She shot you a sideways glance, that subtle curve of a smirk flickering across her lips. “You always flirt when we’re two kilometers from base and surrounded by prehistoric murder machines?”

“Only when I’m trying to calm myself down.”

Her smile faded slightly. “We’re close. Look.” She pointed to the display. “Three heat signatures up ahead. Looks like an adult with two subadults. The female alpha, if I’m right. If we can get close enough to get saliva or shed dermal cells, that’s all we need. Then we’re gone.”

You nodded, pushing through another layer of leaves. “Okay. You want me to split left and circle around?”

“No,” Zora said quickly, standing up. “We stay together this time. That last incident—”

“I’m not gonna get myself killed. I promise.” You stepped closer, brushing your hand across her arm, the way she always liked. “Besides, you’re here. You wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

Zora didn’t smile this time. She just stared at you with something heavy in her gaze. “Don’t joke like that.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Okay. No hero stuff.”

“Right.” She glanced at the tracker again. “Let’s get this over with.”

⸻

You moved quietly through the brush, each step measured and tense. The buzzing of insects filled your ears, the kind of noise that made everything else sound like it was underwater. Then, just beyond a thicket of vines, you saw it: a fresh carcass. Some herbivore—small—half-eaten, jaw torn at an angle no animal should have endured. Slick trails of saliva shimmered in the light breaking through the trees.

Zora crouched beside it, unzipping the sample case. “This’ll work. Give me a vial.”

You handed her one and knelt beside her, watching as she carefully scraped a thick string of clear saliva into the container. You were just starting to feel relieved when she froze.

Then you heard it too.

The crunch of leaves behind you. Slow. Deliberate.

You didn’t even turn.

“Zora,” you whispered.

“I hear it.”

The breath left your lungs in a single icy gust as something massive moved through the trees—low to the ground, fast, but not running. Watching.

Your hand inched toward the tranquilizer pistol on your hip, but it was too late. A blur of striped scales and talons exploded from the side. It was so fast you barely registered the impact before it slammed you backward, the weight of it pinning your body into the mud with the crushing force of a nightmare.

You screamed. Not out of fear, not yet—but out of raw, shocked pain.

The raptor was heavier than it looked—strong, muscular, intelligent. Its golden eyes met yours, head tilted ever so slightly. Curious. Then it hissed, a low, rattling warning that rattled your teeth.

You shoved at it instinctively, your boot finding its ribs. It jerked, more annoyed than hurt, and slashed at your torso with a hind talon. You didn’t even see the blood at first—just felt the heat across your stomach. A deep, slashing line. Not fatal. Not yet. But the second wound followed an instant later. The claws hooked into your upper shoulder, and this time you felt the burn explode like fire through your chest.

“ZORA!” you screamed, your voice breaking into something ragged and primal.

You heard her yell back, heard movement, but your world narrowed to this moment: the raptor tilting its head again, then opening its jaws and snapping at your neck.

You raised your forearm out of instinct.

A terrible choice.

Its teeth sank in, hard and fast, and your body buckled. The sound was the worst part—a wet, ugly crunch as its jaws broke bone like a twig. You screamed again, only this time it was shorter, sharper—cut off by your own breath stuttering.

Everything blurred.

Pain blotted out everything. You felt blood gush down your arm. You couldn’t lift it. Your fingers were useless. The skin on your face was pale, and there was already blackness creeping in around your vision.

The raptor backed off for a half-second, cocking its head, considering. Your blood was in its mouth. Your blood was on its claws. You couldn’t even move anymore. Your limbs were shaking, not from fear now but from blood loss.

Then the sharp crack of a rifle exploded through the trees.

The raptor shrieked, stumbling as a tranquilizer dart embedded in its thigh. It turned toward the noise—but another shot hit it square in the side. It growled, teeth bared, and then bolted into the underbrush, snarling as it vanished into the trees.

Zora was running toward you.

She dropped to her knees, grabbing your face with trembling hands.

“Hey—hey, look at me, look at me—oh god, oh fuck, you’re bleeding—Jesus Christ—”

You couldn’t talk. Your mouth opened but only a breath came out.

She tore open your jacket, saw the gash across your stomach, the blood-drenched shirt. But it was your arm that really broke her. The angle was wrong. The bite was deep, purple and red and raw. She could see bone.

Zora’s voice cracked. “No, no, no—don’t you dare close your eyes. Stay awake, baby, please, stay with me.” Her hands worked fast, grabbing gauze and tape and applying pressure, but it was like trying to dam a river with paper. She took off her own shirt, wrapped it around your arm, tied it tight with her belt. “Don’t die. Don’t fucking die.”

You tried to smile, even as the blackness rolled in. “Didn’t… plan to…”

Your head lolled to the side, and Zora grabbed your face again, her forehead pressing to yours.

“You’re not going out like this. You’re not leaving me, you hear me? I love you. You’re everything, and I swear to god if you die—”

Your eyes rolled slightly. Her voice was the only thing anchoring you.

“You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Zora,” you whispered, barely audible.

“Yeah, baby. I’m here.”

“I’m… scared.”

She bit her lip so hard it bled. “I know. But I’m not letting you go.”

Then came the sound of the evac chopper thundering above. The comms had picked up her emergency beacon. Zora lifted you into her arms, your blood still spilling over her skin, and carried you through the trees with everything she had. Her legs shook. Her breath came in sobs. But she never once loosened her grip.

⸻

They stabilized you in the chopper, barely. There were three moments where your heart flatlined and came back. Zora didn’t move from your side. She held your hand through all of it, your blood still drying on her skin.

You woke up three days later in a sterile, white hospital bed with your arm in a cast and your torso wrapped in bandages. Your throat was dry. You felt like you’d been hit by a tank.

But then you looked to your right.

And there she was.

Zora Bennett, asleep in a chair, your hand cradled in both of hers like she was still terrified you’d slip away.

You whispered, hoarse: “Zora.”

Her eyes snapped open. And the second she saw you looking back at her, she made a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob. She leaned in, kissed your forehead again and again, fingers brushing the hair from your face.

“You’re awake. You’re awake. God, I thought—” Her voice broke. “I thought I lost you.”

“I heard you,” you murmured. “In the forest. I heard you yelling for me.”

“I’ve never been so scared in my life,” she said quietly. “I thought I was going to watch you bleed out in the mud. I couldn’t even feel my legs. I just kept running. I—god, I didn’t know if I’d get there in time.”

“You did.” Your fingers tightened weakly around hers. “You saved me.”

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t wake up.” Her jaw trembled. “You can’t ever do that to me again. I mean it. No more wandering off. No more solo samples. No more pretending you’re fine when you’re covered in blood.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Zora let out a breath. “Good. Because I love you. And next time a raptor comes near you, I’m body-slamming it off a cliff.”

Despite everything, you laughed. It hurt, but it was real.

Then she leaned in, and your lips met—gently, carefully, but full of emotion. Not passion. Not desire. Just need. Fear. Relief. Love.

When you pulled back, your eyes met hers.

“We almost didn’t get a next time,” you whispered.

“But we did,” she said. “And I’m never letting you go again.”

a/n – jurassic world rebirth was SO good. maybe im just partial because scarlett johansson had no business looking that good the entire movie, but still the movie was definitely worth seeing. i couldn’t resist writing a zora bennett fic after that, so i really hope you guys enjoy it! more fics coming soon hopefully <3

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

Licking away the dirt - Zora Bennett x reader

summary: you're a scientist accompanying Zora through the island to get some dinosaur samples but all you can think about is to lick all that dirt and sweat from her body.

tags: I don't even know how to tag this lol - smut, filthy (in every sense of the word, I guess), oral sex, fingering

men/minors dni

also this is my first time writing this kind of fic so I apologize if it's not good. I just needed to get this out of my system (and I'll probably post another version later, where Zora has a big dick because we all know she has)

The air was a thick, wet blanket you had to chew through, tasting of chlorophyll and decay. The island breathed around you, a living, monstrous thing, and every rustle in the undergrowth was a potential death sentence. But the most dangerous thing in this jungle, the predator that had your absolute, undivided attention, was the woman walking ten feet ahead.

Zora Bennett.

Even her name was a sin on your tongue. She moved like a liquid shadow, her every step sure and silent on the damp earth. A fine sheen of sweat plastered her dark tank top to the hard-muscled planes of her back, a roadmap of sinews and strength that made your mouth go dry.

Mud, a rich, dark brown, caked her tactical pants and smeared a streak across one high, sharp cheekbone. A smudge of grime kissed the corded column of her throat, right above the racing pulse you couldn't stop staring at.

Duncan was saying something up ahead, his voice a low, urgent murmur about proximity to the nesting grounds. You should have been listening. You were the goddamn biologist, the one who was supposed to be analyzing spore samples and identifying toxic flora. Instead, your brain was a useless, humming hive of a single, all-consuming thought.

I want to lick her clean.

The thought was an electric shock, hot and shameful and so intensely powerful it rooted you to the spot. Your fingers, slick inside your tactical gloves, twitched. You imagined kneeling before her, right here in the primordial filth of this jungle. You’d start with that smudge on her cheek, your tongue darting out to taste the salt of her sweat, the grit of the earth. Would she taste like power? Like the storm brewing in the bruised-purple sky overhead?

Zora stopped, holding up a hand. The gesture was crisp, efficient. A silent command for the team to halt. You nearly walked right into her, catching yourself at the last second, your breath hitching. She smelled of rain and iron and something uniquely, intoxicatingly her.

"We're close," she whispered, her voice a low thrum that vibrated straight through your bones and settled deep in your belly. She didn’t look at you. Her gaze, sharp as obsidian shards, scanned the dense wall of ferns and cycads ahead. "Stay sharp."

Stay sharp? The irony was a bitter laugh trapped in your throat. You were as dull as a stone, blunted by a fantasy so vivid you could almost feel the rough texture of her skin against your tongue, the slide of sweat and dirt yielding to your mouth.

You imagined working your way down, over the taut line of her jaw, to that pulse fluttering in her neck. You’d lick away the grime there, slowly, methodically, feeling her heartbeat quicken against your lips. You’d clean every inch of her, a reverent, filthy baptism, until she was gleaming and gasping under your ministrations.

"You getting this?"

Zora’s head had turned just enough, one piercing eye pinning you. She hadn't moved, hadn't broken her predator's stance, but her focus was now a laser beam aimed directly at you. A flicker of... something... crossed her face. Annoyance? Concern? You couldn’t tell. Your mind was too full of the imagined taste of her collarbones, the salty valley between her breasts.

"Y-yeah," you managed to stammer out, your voice cracking like a dry twig. "Yeah, Zora. Got it. Sharp."

A low growl, deep and guttural, echoed from the trees ahead. It wasn't human. It was big, hungry, and close. Duncan swore under his breath, raising his rifle. But your heart was pounding for an entirely different reason.

Because Zora turned fully toward you, a silent question in her eyes. And in that moment, all you could think was that if you were going to be eaten by a dinosaur, your last regret would be dying without ever knowing if Zora Bennett tasted as divine as you imagined.

(...)

The cave was a welcome wound in the mountainside, a dark, damp respite from the relentless humidity and the things with teeth that hunted in it. Duncan found it, a blessedly defensible position with a single entrance and a steady drip of filtered water in the back that you all agreed was the sweetest thing you'd ever tasted.

A small fire pushed back the oppressive darkness, its flames painting dancing, distorted shadows on the slick walls. The air was cool, smelling of wet stone and ozone. Safe. For now.

Duncan was out in moments, his snores a soft rumble against the vast, terrifying silence of the island night. He was a good man, a rock. But your mind wasn't on him. It was on the silhouette framed by the cave's mouth.

Zora.

She’d taken the first watch without a word, a rifle resting comfortably in her lap as she stared out into the blue-black jungle. She was a gargoyle carved from granite and shadow, utterly still, utterly vigilant. You tried to sleep.

You closed your eyes, rolled over on your bedroll, but the image of her was seared onto the backs of your eyelids: the sweat on her skin, the mud on her cheek, the raw power humming off her in waves.

The fantasy from the jungle returned, more potent now in the quiet dark, your tongue tingling with the ghost of a taste you’d never had.

Sleep was impossible.

Your movements were quiet as you rose, your bare feet cold against the stone floor. You approached her back, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. She didn't turn, but you knew she'd heard you from the first shift of your weight.

"Couldn't sleep?" Her voice was a low murmur, softer than before, stripped of its battlefield urgency.

"Thought you might want some company," you whispered, sinking down to sit on the rock beside her. Not touching, but close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body, a furnace against the cave's chill.

For a long moment, you just sat in silence, watching the jungle breathe.

"You're not like the others they usually saddle me with," Zora said, her eyes still fixed on the darkness. "The scientists. You're quiet. You watch."

"It's my job to observe," you replied, a half-truth. "I see things. The way a leaf curls when it's toxic. The patterns of bioluminescent fungi." You hesitated, then took the plunge. "The way someone holds themselves when they're carrying the weight of the world."

That made her turn. In the flickering firelight, her eyes weren't just sharp; they were deep, holding galaxies of exhaustion and a history you couldn't begin to fathom. A small, humorless smile touched her lips.

"Is that what I look like?"

"You look like you've been fighting for a very long time," you said, your voice barely audible. "I... I get it. In a way. My whole life has been in labs. Sterile, controlled. I took this job because I was suffocating. I needed to feel something real, even if it killed me."

The confession hung in the air between you, fragile and shockingly honest. You expected her to scoff, to turn away. Instead, she just watched you, her gaze intense, searching.

"My mother had a garden," she said, so quietly you almost missed it. "Roses. Tiny little ones, you could hold a whole bloom on your fingertip. She'd spend all day in the dirt. Said it was the only place the world made sense." She finally looked away, back out at the jungle. "Funny. Her ending up in the dirt, me ending up in the mud."

The vulnerability in that admission, that tiny crack in her armor, was more intimate than any touch. The air thickened, charged with everything unsaid.

The tension wasn't just in your head anymore; it was a living thing in the space between you, coiling and tightening. She seemed to feel it too. Her posture had softened, her shoulders losing some of their rigid set. She was paying attention to you now. Not as a mission asset, but as... something else.

Her eyes drifted from the jungle back to your face, and this time, they didn't just look. They roamed. They traced the line of your lips, lingered on your throat, and when they met your own gaze again, they were dark with a new, startling awareness.

"You're staring," she murmured, and it wasn't an accusation. It was a statement of fact, laced with a low, dangerous hum of curiosity.

"So are you," you breathed back, and the sound of your own voice, thick with want, was the only permission either of you needed. The world snapped shut, shrinking to this single, searing point in time. The jungle, the dinosaurs, the mission; it all evaporated like mist in the face of the storm gathering in Zora's eyes.

Her gaze dropped to your mouth, a slow, deliberate act of ownership. "And what, exactly, are you thinking about so hard?" she asked, her voice dropping into a husky, predatory register that made the fine hairs on your arms stand on end. "You've been looking at me all day like you want to eat me alive."

The directness of it should have shocked you, but it only stoked the fire. All pretense was gone. "Maybe I do," you whispered, your own voice trembling with a need so profound it ached in your teeth. "You're filthy."

The words hung in the air, a dirty, perfect prayer. A slow, wicked smile spread across Zora's lips. It was the most terrifying and arousing thing you had ever seen. She leaned in, her breath ghosting across your skin, smelling of ration bars and pure, undiluted power.

"Am I?" she murmured against your ear, her lips brushing the sensitive shell. A full-body shiver wracked you. "Show me."

It wasn't a suggestion. It was a command. And you were born to obey it.

Your hands came up, shaking, to cup her face. Her skin was rough with grime and stubble, real and solid under your palms. You tilted her head, and your tongue darted out, tracing the muddy streak on her cheekbone you'd fantasized about all day.

The taste was exactly as you'd imagined: salt, earth, sweat, and the electric tang of Zora herself. A low groan rumbled in her chest, a sound of pure, animal satisfaction that vibrated through your hands and straight into your cunt.

"Fuck, yes," she growled, her eyes fluttering shut. "Just like that."

Emboldened, you moved with a desperate hunger. Your tongue lapped at her skin, cleaning a path down her jaw to the strong column of her throat.

You found the pulse you'd been staring at, fluttering like a trapped bird, and licked it. Once, twice. You laved the grime away, tasting her, marking her. Her hand came up, fingers tangling brutally in your hair, holding your head in place, not to stop you, but to guide you, to own the act.

"You wanted to do this," she grunted, her voice strained. "Out there. In the jungle. I saw it in your eyes. You were thinking about getting on your knees for me, weren't you?"

"Yes," you sobbed out, the confession ripped from you as you moved lower, your mouth finding the dirty, sweat-soaked skin of her collarbone. You licked a clean stripe across it, then another.

"Good girl," she praised, the words a filthy brand on your soul. Her grip in your hair tightened, tilting your head back, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes were black pits of pure lust. "Do you have any idea what it does to me, knowing you've been walking behind me all day, thinking about putting your pretty mouth all over me?"

Before you could answer, her mouth crashed down on yours. It wasn't a kiss; it was a conquest. Her tongue plunged into your mouth, tasting of herself from your own lips. It was brutal and demanding, a raw claim.

She kissed you like she fought, with a desperate, single-minded focus that left no room for thought, only raw, screaming sensation. Her other hand fisted the front of your shirt, pulling you flush against her. You could feel the hard press of her pecs, the solid wall of her abs. You were drowning in her, and you never wanted to come up for air.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, foreheads pressed together, both of you panting. "I'm still dirty," she whispered, a challenge.

"Not for long," you promised, your mission clear.

You pushed her back against the cool rock of the cave wall. Her rifle clattered to the ground, forgotten. With a new, frenzied urgency, you went to work. Your hands tore at the buckles of her tac vest, clumsy and shaking.

You shoved it aside and your mouth fell upon the sweat-damp fabric of her tank top, sucking and licking right through the thin material. You licked the valley between her breasts, tasting the salt, reveling in the guttural moans she couldn't hold back.

"Fuck..." she hissed, her head tipping back against the stone. "You're going to make me come just with your fucking mouth."

Her hands were on you now, just as desperate. She ripped at the buttons of your shirt, not caring when one popped and skittered away into the darkness. Her cold, calloused fingers found the bare skin of your stomach, tracing patterns of fire that made you arch into her.

"My turn," she snarled, and in a move of shocking speed and strength, she flipped you, pinning you against the wall. Her body was a hot, hard cage around you. Her hand slid down, rough and possessive, cupping you through your pants. You cried out as she ground her palm against your clit, the pressure exquisite torment.

"You feel that?" she rasped in your ear, her hips grinding against yours in a perfect, maddening rhythm. "You're soaked for me. Fucking dripping. All from licking a little dirt off my skin. What a good, filthy slut you are."

She bit your shoulder, hard, and the flash of pain sent a lightning bolt of pure pleasure straight between your legs. Reality was gone. There was only the dark, the firelight, the hard rock at your back, and Zora's body, Zora's mouth, Zora's filthy words, promising a night of debauchery that would leave you both utterly, beautifully ruined. And it was so much better than you ever could have imagined.

Zora's words, "filthy slut," were not an insult; they were a coronation. A crown of filth you wore with a shudder of pure, abject bliss. Her teeth sank into your shoulder, and the sharp, bright pain was an anchor, the only thing keeping you from dissolving completely.

"Look at me," she commanded, her voice a low, ragged thing against your ear. Her hand was still a vise on your cunt, a relentless, perfect pressure. You met her eyes in the flickering gloom, and saw your own wild, desperate need reflected in their dark depths. "You want to serve me? You want to be my good girl?"

A choked, pathetic sound was your only answer. It was more than enough.

"Then get on your fucking knees."

The command sliced through the last of your resistance. Her hand left you, and a whimper of loss escaped your lips, but her order was your new religion.

You didn't hesitate. You slid down the rough stone wall, your abused clothes scraping, and landed on the hard floor at her feet. You stayed there, head bowed, hands on your thighs, awaiting your next instruction like the most devoted disciple. You were hers. Utterly.

A rough chuckle escaped her. "Fuck, you're perfect." Her boot nudged your knee. "The belt."

Your hands, now steady with purpose, moved to the heavy buckle of her tactical pants. The metal was cold. You worked it open with reverent slowness, the click of the mechanism echoing in the cave.

You tugged at the thick canvas, pulling it down over her hard, lean hips, revealing the dark, simple underwear beneath, already damp and clinging to her.

The air filled with her scent, musky, female, and utterly intoxicating. It was the scent of power and raw, undiluted arousal.

"You know what to do," she breathed, her voice thick with anticipation. Her hands came to rest on your head, fingers tangling in your hair, not gentle, but not violent either. A gesture of pure ownership.

You leaned forward, pressing your face into her, your nose against the thin, damp fabric. You inhaled deeply, a long, shuddering breath that filled your senses with her. Her hips hitched.

"Don't tease," she growled. "Eat."

Your mouth opened, and you took her in, fabric and all. You laved her through the cotton, sucking her clit into your mouth, your tongue working magic against the barrier.

She tasted of heaven and sin. Zora groaned, a deep, guttural sound from the back of her throat, her grip on your hair tightening. Her hips began to move, a slow, hypnotic rhythm against your mouth.

"That's it... fuck, that's my good girl," she praised, her voice strained. "But I want to feel your tongue. I want to feel your teeth. Take them off."

You obeyed instantly, hooking your fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pulling them down her strong thighs. And then you looked up. She was magnificent, a goddess of war bathed in firelight, legs braced, head thrown back, offering herself to you. This was the altar you were born to worship at.

You dove in, your tongue finding her slick, swollen folds immediately. You licked a long, slow stripe from bottom to top, learning her taste, her texture. She cried out, a sharp, surprised sound.

"Holy shit..."

You took that as encouragement. You lapped at her like a starving animal, your tongue darting, circling, suckling at her clit until she was writhing above you. You held her hips steady with your hands, keeping her pinned for your relentless assault. Her moans turned into a litany of filth and praise.

"Oh, you filthy slut... you were made for this... FUCK... don't you dare stop..."

Her hips bucked, slamming against your face. You welcomed it, reveled in it. This was your service. This was your reward. You could feel her climax building, the tension in her thighs, the way her breath hitched and her groans became higher, more desperate.

"I'm going to come, you little whore," she gasped out, her fingers digging into your scalp. "Take it. Take it all."

Her body went rigid. A raw, ragged scream was torn from her throat, echoing off the cave walls as her release washed over her in a violent, shuddering wave.

She pulsed against your tongue, flooding your mouth with her hot, salty essence. You swallowed every last drop, humming with satisfaction, not stopping your ministrations until her last aftershock had faded and she was leaning against the wall, panting, completely spent.

You stayed there, on your knees, face sticky, heart hammering. You looked up at her through your lashes. Zora's eyes were half-lidded, glazed with pleasure. She looked down at you, a slow, possessive smile spreading across her face.

"Good girl," she said, her voice wrecked. "Now, stay there. We're just getting started.”

"Yes!" The word was torn from your throat, a ragged sob of pure ecstasy. Your body trembled violently, a phantom orgasm threatening to shatter you from the simple, profound act of worship.

Licking Zora clean had been a fantasy, but the reality; the taste of her, the sound of her pleasure, the feel of her climax against your tongue, was an ascension. You were hers. The thought alone was almost enough to make you come.

Zora watched you from above, her chest still heaving, a sheen of sweat making her skin gleam in the firelight. That possessive, predatory smile returned to her lips, darker and more dangerous than before. She saw the state you were in: a trembling, devoted wreck at her feet, and her eyes hooded with a new, sharper intent.

"You liked that, didn't you?" she purred, her voice a gravelly caress. "My good girl. So eager to please." She reached down, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up. "But a reward should be earned. And now, it's my turn to give you what you've been begging for."

Her gaze was an inferno. "Turn around," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Hands on the wall."

Your body moved before your mind could catch up, scrambling to obey. You turned, planting your palms flat against the cool, damp stone of the cave wall, your ass pushed out, an offering.

You were completely vulnerable, completely exposed, and you had never felt so safe. So ready. You heard her move behind you, felt the heat of her body press against your back.

"So wet," she murmured, her voice a hot breath against the shell of your ear. You shivered as you felt her fingers, slick with your own spit and her come, trail down the small of your back, over the curve of your ass, and part your folds with an unerring, expert touch. "Fucking dripping for me. Open up for me, slut."

You gasped as she pushed one finger inside you. You were so tight, so hot, so desperately ready. She stretched you slowly, carefully, before sliding a second finger in to join the first. You cried out, a raw keen of pleasure, your hips instinctively bucking back against her hand.

"That's it," she growled, her other hand clamping down on your hip, holding you steady, pinning you in place. "You're not going anywhere."

Her fingers began to move, a rough, steady rhythm that was both brutal and perfect. She fucked you good, hitting a spot deep inside that made you see stars. Her thumb found your clit, slick and swollen, and began rubbing hard, merciless circles. The dual assault was devastating. You were unraveling, coming apart at the seams.

"You feel that?" she snarled into your ear, her pace quickening. "You feel me inside you? Whose cunt is this?"

"Yours!" you screamed, tears of pleasure streaming down your face. "Zora, it's yours!"

"Damn right it is," she grunted, and then she pushed deeper. You felt her pressing against you, adding another finger, until you were filled completely, stretched. It was a feeling of such profound fullness, of being utterly taken and possessed, that a sob broke from your lips. She was knuckles deep inside you.

"Fuck, Zora, please," you begged, not even knowing what you were asking for. Release, more, anything.

"I know what you need," she answered, her voice strained with her own effort. She began to move her hand, a slow, deep plunge and retreat, her thumb never leaving your clit. Every thrust was a wave of overwhelming pleasure. "You're going to come for me now. You're going to fall apart on my hand like the good little slut you are."

And you did. Her words, her touch, the feeling of being so completely filled by her, it all crested into a tidal wave. Your back arched, your head slammed back against her shoulder, and a piercing scream was ripped from your lungs as your orgasm tore through you. Your world went white, your body convulsing violently around her hand, milking her fingers as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure crashed over you.

She held you through it all, her hand buried deep inside you, her body a solid, unmoving anchor in your storm. She kept whispering in your ear, a filthy mantra of ownership.

"That's it... come for me... Show me what a good girl you are for me."

When the last tremor finally subsided, you were left a boneless, panting mess, slumped against the cave wall, held up only by her hand on your hip. She slowly, deliberately, pulled her fingers from you, the slick sound echoing in the sudden quiet.

She leaned in, pressing a hard, possessive kiss to your sweaty temple.

"See?" she whispered, her voice a low, triumphant rumble. "That's your reward. Now you know who you belong to.”

[ncsdlr]

You Wanna Know So Bad?

Zora Bennett x Reader

Smut

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You weren’t even trying to hide your attitude anymore.

“Okay,” you said, standing up, arms crossed over your chest like a shield you didn’t need—because you had something sharper. “Exactly what are you guys doing here?”

Your voice cracked the stale quiet like a whip.

People looked up. Some of Zora’s men exchanged quick glances. Your dad cleared his throat like he wanted to calm you, but didn’t have the guts to interrupt.

You didn’t slam your hands on the table, but they hovered—tense, trembling from equal parts frustration and restraint. You didn’t ask to be part of whatever freak mission they had and now they were dodging real answers?

Zora didn’t flinch.

She glanced up from the map, unfazed, calm in that annoyingly controlled way. One hand rested on her thigh, the other lazily tracing some route line like none of this mattered.

“Uhm,” she said, voice low and casual, “we’re gonna take a detour and pick up a few items. That’s it.”

That’s it.

Your jaw clenched. A few items?

Your boat had sunk. You were stranded. Your sister was still shaken, your dad visibly aging by the hour—and this woman was trying to act like she was on a grocery run?

Zora met your glare with one of her own. Except hers had no fire. Just ice.

A cold, clinical amusement like she was watching a bug crawl too close to her boot.

You didn’t say anything else. Not with your dad there. Not with her crew watching like this was a show.

But you sat back down slowly, eyes locked with hers.

You let her feel the heat behind your silence.

And Zora?

She just smirked the tiniest bit, like she’d already decided what to do with you later.

———

You were leaning against the railing, eyes on the water but not really seeing it. The wind had died down. The sun was slipping into the sea, painting everything gold and quiet.

You heard her boots first.

Then her voice—smooth and deliberate, like she’d waited long enough and wasn’t pretending anymore.

“You always ask questions like that?”

You didn’t have to turn around. Your stomach still flipped at the sound of her. “Only when I’m not getting answers.”

She came to stand beside you, close enough that your arm brushed hers. She didn’t look at you.

“Most people would’ve just said thank you. You know… after getting pulled out of a sinking boat.”

“Most people,” you said, “don’t lie through their teeth during debriefs.”

That earned a smile. Small. Dangerous.

“You think I’m lying?” she asked softly.

You glanced up at her. “I know you are.”

She laughed—barely. Then looked down at you, eyes glinting.

“Why’d you do it?” she asked. “Stand up like that. In front of everyone. Thought you’d catch me off guard?”

“I thought someone should hold you accountable.”

She stepped a little closer.

“I think,” she murmured, “you wanted my attention.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. The heat between you snapped taut like a wire.

She leaned in, voice low.

“You could’ve asked me privately. But no. You stood up in that little T-shirt and attitude like you were daring me to snap.”

You looked away. She caught your chin with two fingers, turned your face back to hers.

“You like poking at me, don’t you?”

“I just wanted the truth,” you said quietly.

“And now?” she asked. “What do you want now?”

Your breath caught.

Zora didn’t blink.

“You think I didn’t see the way you’ve been watching me all day? Clenching your thighs every time I gave a damn order?”

You hated how right she was. How easily she said it. How she knew.

“You want control so bad,” she whispered, “until someone makes you give it up.”

She stepped in again, chest brushing yours.

“Come to my cabin.”

Your heart was beating in your throat. “Why?”

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “So I can give you what you’ve been begging for with your eyes all day.”

She leaned closer, lips brushing your ear.

“Or don’t,” she said. “But if you stay out here long enough, someone else is gonna come ask why you’re shaking.”

———

The second you step into her cabin, the door clicks behind you and your lungs forget how to work.

Zora stays by the door. Just watching. Her fitted blue shirt clings to her frame, sleeves pushed up to her forearms, hands loose at her sides like she doesn’t even need to try to be terrifying.

“You waited,” she says.

You nod, heart thudding. “I came.”

“You’re going to regret that,” she says.

And then she moves.

Her hands grip your waist, her thigh pushes between yours, and her mouth crashes against yours hard enough to make your back slam the wall. It’s rough, fast, not even pretending to be gentle. Not with what’s been simmering all day.

You gasp—her hand wraps around your throat. Not tight. Just firm enough to say I could.

“Don’t play innocent now,” she growls. “You’ve been begging for this since the moment you stood up.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were,” she snaps. “Every smart little word, every glare? That wasn’t defiance. That was a cry for attention.”

She lifts your leg around her hip, presses her thigh between yours, grinding up into the heat at your center like she owns it. You try to stay quiet, but the moan slips out too easily.

Zora smiles.

“You’re already this wet?” Her fingers drag down the waistband of your shorts while her other hand lifts your shirt above your naked breasts—all perfectly heavy and desperate. “Pathetic.”

Your breath catches.

“Hands on the wall,” she commands.

You obey.

She slides your shorts down, fingers slipping through your folds—slow at first, then two fingers push in deep, dragging a sound from your mouth you barely recognize.

“Quiet,” she hisses. “Unless you want someone to hear.”

The threat makes it worse. Better. Hotter.

She fucks you against the wall, her fingers firm and relentless, the heel of her palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. You rock back into her hand, desperate for more. She’s everywhere—her body heat, her breath on your neck, her voice in your ear.

“You wanted this,” she whispers. “You take it.”

She doesn’t stop.

Every thrust of her fingers knocks a sound out of you you’re not supposed to make. Your hands are flat on the wall like she told you, but your hips are rolling back into her touch—greedy, helpless.

“Please,” you whisper. “Please don’t stop—”

She bites your shoulder. Hard.

“Oh now you’re begging? What happened to all that attitude?”

You cry out when she adds a third finger, and she slaps her hand over your mouth from behind.

“Shut up,” she growls into your hair. “You make one more sound like that and I swear I’ll leave you like this—needing me and soaked.”

Your body trembles.

She fucks you harder.

You can’t breathe. Can’t think.

Only feel her hand filling you, her voice destroying you from the inside out.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” she whispers. “I should’ve done this when you mouthed off in the meeting. Bent you over the table in front of them.”

You’re shaking. Close. Right on the edge.

Then her fingers disappear.

You let out a choked gasp before you can stop yourself.

Zora pulls you back by your shirt and spins you to face her. Your legs feel like water.

She kisses you—hard. Bruising.

“Did I say you could cum?”

You shake your head, crying a little bit. And then Zora smiles.

She fucking smiles.

The she gives you one last kiss before dropping to her knees.

Her hands part your thighs and her mouth is on you—hot and wet and cruelly precise. Her tongue flicks fast, then slow, then barely there until your body’s convulsing from the need.

You try to close your legs—her hands hold you open.

She glances up at you, tongue dragging slow over your clit.

“Be quiet,” she murmurs. “Or I’ll stop again.”

You bite down on your fist.

She sucks harder.

You come with a broken sound, hips bucking, thighs trembling. She keeps going. Doesn’t let you down easy. She stays on you until you’re twitching and crying and gripping her shoulders just to stay upright.

When she finally stands, her lips are glossy, and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

You can barely meet her eyes.

Zora tilts your chin up with her fingers. Then leans in.

“Next time you pull that shit in front of my team,” she whispers, “I’ll make sure they hear exactly how I fuck you.”

And she kisses you once more—slow, deep, satisfied—like she already knows you’ll do it again.

You’re still trembling when she pushes you back again—this time, into the mattress.

Her mattress.

Zora’s bed is small, barely wide enough for her. Now it’s holding the both of you, and her body is over yours like a shadow. Her shirt’s already off—your shirt joined it seconds ago—and your breath is coming too fast to look anywhere but her eyes.

“You’re not done,” she murmurs.

You shake your head. “Didn’t say I was.”

She raises a brow. “Think you can handle another round?”

You hold her gaze. “Try me.”

The smile she gives you is dangerous. Pleased. Almost… fond.

“Cute.”

She kisses you again, this time slower. Not softer—just savoring. She licks into your mouth like she’s still hungry for you, and her hands drag up your ribs like she wants to memorize everything she made hers.

She pulls back for a second. “Lie back. Let me see.”

You do.

Zora’s eyes drag down your body—sweaty, half-shaky, flushed from the last orgasm she tore out of you. Her gaze rests between your legs.

“You’re already dripping again.”

Your breath stutters.

She smirks. “That desperate for me?”

You don’t answer. You can’t.

She slides between your thighs and grabs one of them, slinging it over her shoulder before dropping her mouth to you again—eager, confident, devastating. The angle is deeper now, and her tongue is relentless. She circles your clit with just the tip, then flattens her tongue and licks up through your folds like she’s trying to split you open again.

You fist the sheets.

She doesn’t stop.

When you cry out, she moans into you—like she’s getting off just from the sound of it.

Her hands pin your hips when they start to buck. “Stay still.”

You don’t.

So she lets go. Stands. Looks down at you like something she owns. Her chest rises with every breath, abs flexing as she unbuttons her cargo pants slowly, letting you watch. Then drops them.

No strap. Just Zora. Her fingers. Her mouth. Her fucking control.

“You want to touch me?” she asks.

You nod, dazed. “Please.”

“You want to make me come?”

You nod harder.

She leans over you. “Too bad.”

And then she’s on you again, but this time—this time—she flips you over. Pulls your hips up. Shoves a pillow beneath you to keep you there.

“You get to come again,” she growls, “but only if you say what you are.”

You whimper. “Zora—”

She slaps your ass hard. Not playful. Sharp. It stings.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you breathe. “I’m yours, I’m yours—please.”

“That’s right.”

Her fingers sink into you from behind—slick, deep, curling just right—and her palm grinds against your clit in rhythm.

You bury your face in the sheets, whimpering.

She leans forward, body blanketing yours, and her voice is low in your ear

“Come for me again,” she murmurs. “Let everyone on this boat know who’s fucking you now.”

And fuck—you do.

You come so hard your arms give out. You collapse onto the bed, shaking, soaked, spent. Zora stays on you, dragging it out, making sure your whole body knows what it means to belong to her.

And then finally, finally, she slows. Kisses your shoulder. Pulls you onto your side so your body’s curled into hers.

“Brat,” she whispers against your neck.

You laugh, breathless. “Still worth it.”

Zora hums.

“You keep pushing me like that,” she says, “I’m going to ruin you every night we’re out here.”

And you believe her.

You want her to.

The second her fingers curl up inside you again, you know it’s a mistake to have begged her for this.

Your thighs are already shaking, body already boneless and useless in her arms—but Zora’s greedy. Zora wants to see how far she can push you before your voice betrays you.

And you?

You let her.

She’s got you on her lap, legs spread wide across hers, your back to her chest. Zora’s shirt is still off—her skin hot against yours, her breath warm behind your ear, and her hand…

Her hand is working you. Fingers deep, thumb slow, palm slick with everything you’ve already given her.

Your head lolls back against her shoulder, breath stuttering.

“Look at you,” she murmurs. “Can’t even talk. Too fucked out.”

Your nails bite into her thigh. “Zora, I swear—if you keep going like that—”

“You’ll what?”

Before you can answer—a knock.

You freeze.

Three quick raps on the metal cabin door.

“Zora?” It’s one of her men. You don’t recognize the voice. “We just got confirmation on the nest. Need you up top.”

Your whole body tenses like a snapped cable.

Zora’s fingers stop moving—but they don’t leave you.

You’re still full.

She doesn’t call back. Doesn’t answer the door.

Instead, her free hand comes up and clamps gently over your mouth.

You gasp into her palm.

Then she starts moving again.

Slow. Deep. Torturous.

Your body jolts in her grip, breath shaking behind her hand, and her mouth finds your neck—open-mouthed kisses, little nips, slow licks like she has all the time in the world.

The knock comes again. “Boss?”

Zora raises her voice just enough. Calm. Measured.

“Two minutes.”

Silence.

Then footsteps fading away.

But her hand?

Still inside. Still fucking you, deeper now, more deliberate.

She leans in closer. “You’re gonna stay quiet,” she breathes, lips brushing your ear. “Or they’ll know.”

You moan into her hand—a muffled, desperate sound.

Zora smirks.

“Poor thing. So close already.”

Your hips twitch involuntarily and she laughs, low and smug.

“God, you really like this, huh?” She curls her fingers again, and your whole body jerks. “They could’ve heard you beg for it. They could’ve walked in and seen how good I ruin you.”

You whimper—it’s too much.

She shifts, planting her feet on the floor, adjusting her angle. You’re still on her lap, but now she’s bouncing you gently on her fingers—up, down, shallow, deep—over and over. She doesn’t stop. Her other hand stays pressed over your mouth, firm, commanding.

“You’re gonna come,” she whispers, “just like this. Stuffed full. Silenced. Mine.”

You do.

With a soft cry trapped behind her hand, you come so hard you nearly collapse, hips trembling, stomach convulsing as you grind down helplessly on her hand. Zora moans softly behind you, like your pleasure’s her reward.

She kisses the side of your head as you slump against her.

“That’s my girl,” she whispers, pulling her fingers out slow. “Look at that mess.”

You can’t. You’re wrecked. Boneless. Humming.

Then she stands, lifting you with her. Carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing and lays you down.

“You’ve got five minutes to pull it together,” she tells you with a grin, sliding her shirt back on. “And don’t you dare come out of this cabin with your legs shaking. I want them to wonder.”

She leans over. Presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Behave.”

And then she’s gone.

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I keep rewatching Rebirth so the fics will keep coming🤟😝

[lizzielillvr]

I just know that I need top!zora x reader x top!natasha 🤤

[fandomnerd9602]

Zora: you own a small Dino farm?

Y/N: only the herbivores. It’s more of a sanctuary. The ones that come to me need a little extra TLC

Y/N gently nuzzles a blind stegosaurus…

Zora admires Y/N and bites her lip…

Zora: (whispers) I could use some of that TLC

Y/N: what?

Zora: what?

For @kratoswraithofmidgard

[natsarrownecklacx]

Zora’s Baby

Zora Bennett x Reader

Word Count: 2,434

Summary: It was a near miss. A close call. You are fine. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself to keep from descending into a state of complete and total panic.

Warning: Dinosaur attack, blood, general scary dinosaur behaviour. Smut, thigh riding, mommy kink, praise kink. Dom Zora kinda. Choking kink.

⋆ ݁. 𓍊𖠰𖥧 . 𓍊𓋼 𖠰 ݁↟ 𓃦 𖡼. 𖤣𖥧 𖠰. ݁⋆ ݁. 𓍊𖠰𖥧 . 𓍊𓋼 𖠰 ݁↟ 𓃦 𖡼. 𖤣𖥧 ݁⋆ ݁

You're all standing in a field, tall luscious, green grass brushing against you as it’s swayed by the wind.

Zora and Henry stand not even ten steps ahead of you, barely visible in the tall grass. Both of them are enraptured by the titanosaurus in front of them.

You’re just as mesmerised, watching the animal embrace its lover. It's truly a sight to see. Something so heart warming. So surreal.

Everything about the moment feels perfect. The warmth from the sun heats you just enough to keep you comfortable. The breeze drifts through the grass, making the soft surface brush against your skin. The sounds of nature surround you, lulling you into a state of tranquility.

The look on your girlfriend's face brings everything together. The complete awe and wonder in her eyes draws your attention almost as much as the dinosaurs themselves.

Zora turns toward you, a cheeky smile on her face as she gestures towards the two titanosaurus and then between the two of you. You shake your head at her, a laugh tumbling past your lips at her silly sweetness. She winks at you, smile wide on her face before she turns back toward the two dinosaurs.

Your own eyes follow hers, gazing up at the sixty five foot dinosaurs. Elation fills you. This is something you’d dreamed of for years. You’ve imagined this moment so many times. You don’t think you could be any more at peace.

You close your eyes, taking a deep, prolonged breath to savour the moment. Life really couldn’t get any more perfect than this.

A sharp rustle from behind you catches your attention, your eyes snapping open as you turn. You half expect to see a baby triceratops or some other herbivorous dinosaur. You smile, eager to meet a dinosaur up close.

The grass parts, a long snout peaking out, sharp teeth bared. A noise fills the air, low and pulsing. Your breath catches in your throat, the creature steps forward and you come face to face with a raptor.

You scream, raw and instinctive, staggering back a few steps. It lunges at you, knocking you to the floor as its talons dig into your shoulder.

You cry out, blood dripping from your wound. The raptor tilts its head at you, contemplating. For a terrifying second you think you see the creature smile. Crazed and vindictive. Enjoying the pain it’s causing you. The raptor shifts its weight, its tallon digging into your skin further. Tears stream down your face, your eyes wide as you stare up at the monster on top of you.

The raptor rears its head back, mouth wide open ready for attack. It lets out a terrifying shriek, the force of it pushing you further against the ground. You close your eyes, terror seeping into your bones as you wait to feel its teeth rip into your flesh.

Loud shots ring through the air, one after another, each followed by a howl from the animal above you as it digs its claw further into your skin.

The raptors body is heavy when it crashes against yours, limp and unmoving. You want to scream, to claw your way out from under the crushing weight of the beast. But you can’t move, your body too overcome by shock to cooperate.

Zora’s boots land against the ground with a loud thud as she runs to your side, the noise dulled, all but drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears.

“Y/n!” Her eyes are wide, frantic as she looks down at you. Her voice is loud and demanding as she yells for everyone to help lift the creature off of you.

Her hands are firm on you as she drags you from behind the raptor, hauling you up onto your feet with impressive strength.

“Are you okay?” Her voice sounds distant, her hands where they grip your forearms barely registering in your mind. “Are you hurt?”

Your breathing is uneven, your hands shaking, from fear or adrenaline you didn’t know. “M-my shoulder.” You whimper, Zora eyes immediately zero in on the wound. “We need to get you bandaged up.”

You nod shakily, all your senses coming back to you at once as you feel Zora move to step away. Everything is too much, the sun, the breeze against your skin, the quiet sound of long grass grazing off each other. You feel altogether too fragile. Too raw and open to the world.

Your hands clutch at her instinctively, knuckles white as they grip the front of her tactical gear. “No please.” You all but cry, desperation lining your voice.

Zora’s eyes snap to yours. She looks at you, really looks, the sheer terror in your eyes, the colour drained from your face. You're shaking, she can feel it where you hold her, see it in the way your legs barely keep you upright.

Zora’s jaw locks, her eyes darting to the unmoving dinosaur on the ground, green orbs filling with something altogether too hateful. She nearly lost you. That damned thing could have killed you. It was going to.

“We need to get out of here.” Henry’s voice pierces through her thoughts. “Raptors hunt in packs. If there’s one, the others aren’t far behind.”

Zora nods, ordering Henry to pass her bandages and a wrap. She makes quick work to cover the wound on your shoulder. It’s messy and rushed but it’ll have to do for now.

“Now, Z!” Duncan calls, voice filled with urgency, his eyes scanning through the field for possible threats. She doesn’t bother giving him an answer.

“Can you walk?” She asks you instead, eyes boring into yours. You nod shakily, your legs collapsing under you as you try to take a step.

Henry is at your side in seconds, slinging one of your arms over his shoulder as Zora does the same with your other.

You're slow as you move through the field towards the outpost nearby. Zora and Henry practically have to drag you. You keep apologising, insisting you don’t understand what’s going on with you.

“You're in shock.” Henry says, his voice soft. “It should wear off soon.”

Zora stays silent through the journey. Her eyes fixed straight ahead of her, her jaw locked. Her hands around you never falter. Her mind replaying the moment she heard you scream on loop. She hesitated. When she turned and saw you on the ground, the raptor pinning you. She hesitated, her whole body just shut down, fear of losing you taking her over. It was all of five seconds before she kicked into action. But those five seconds could have cost you your life. She’s not sure she’ll ever forgive herself for that.

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Once the outpost is cleared and checked for security concerns you all decide it’s best to spend the night. Everyone needing rest after the long day you’ve all had.

Zora takes time to clean your wound properly, all the while murmuring soothing words and soft apologies as you flinch and try to stifle whimpers.

She bandages it with care, ensuring you’re comfortable and will heal properly. You were lucky enough to only have a flesh wound, no bone or muscle damage. Nothing too severe anyway. You’ll still have to go to a hospital once you get home but this will keep you going for now.

Once everything is done she asks how it feels, placing a kiss above the wound once you nod your approval and thank her. The shock has worn off now, though you're still extra clingy. Still needing your girlfriend close.

Zora stares at you for a long moment, at the now bandaged wound on your shoulder, at your hand where it's laced with hers. Your head rests on her shoulder, your breathing back to normal as you soak up the comfort she offers you.

Zora’s mind flashes back to the attack. To the moment she nearly lost you. Her eyes darken, her hand tightening in yours. You look up at her, a question on the tip of your tongue before she stands, pulling you up with her.

She ignores you as you ask where she’s taking you, doesn’t answer when you ask if she’s alright. She leads you out of the room where everyone rests, up three flights of stairs, and down hallways, through doors until she deems you both far enough not to be heard by the others.

“Zora-“

She shushes you, hands gripping at your waist. She leans in, lips hovering over yours, her breath shaky. “I could have lost you.” She whispers. She’s slow as she backs you against a wall, mindful of your shoulder. Her hands push gently at your hips, her eyes locked where her hands meet your skin.

Her fingers run over your body, tracing every inch of skin she can reach, hands sliding under your clothes. “If I had reacted a second later…”

“But you didn’t.” You reassure her, hand resting on her cheek. “You saved me.”

Zora’s eyes snap to yours, darkening, something unreadable flickering over her face. Her hands grasp at you, pushing you firmly against the wall.

“Zora!” You gasp, exasperated. Confusion flickers over your face, brows knitted together at her actions.

“I almost lost you.” She whispers again, the pain dripping from her words knocking the air from your lungs.

“I need to feel you.” She says desperately, her body leaning into yours. “Please, baby.”

The second you nod Zora drops to her knees, gently pulling your pants and panties down your legs, kissing every inch of skin exposed to her. Once they reach your ankles Zora lifts each leg gently to remove the offending clothes, tossing them to the side with little care for where they land. She leans forward, her eyes slipping closed as she rests her head against your bare thigh. You bring your hand to her head, gently carding your fingers through her hair.

She releases a shaky breath, leaning back to look up at you. Your breath catches at the sigh of her and she smiles, leaning in to place a final kiss to each thigh before rising to stand in front of you.

She makes quick work of riding herself of her own pants, leaving her standing before you in black panties and her green vest top. Your mouth waters at the sight of her, toned legs and muscular arms on display.

She’s back on you in seconds, her body pushing yours back against the wall. Her breath fans over your lips as her thigh slides between yours, pushing up against you, pressure hitting right where you need it and you gasp. Your hands fly to her shoulders, your hips moving against her on their own accord.

Her thigh is firm and warm between your legs, your arousal making her skin slick. “Oh god.” You groan, head falling back against the wall, all thoughts of your close call earlier in the day gone from your mind.

Zora’s hands find their home at your hips, guiding your movements. You sign, her name tumbling past your lips. Zora smiles. “Good girl.” Her lips trace your neck, kissing and biting any bit of skin she finds.

You moan, hips stuttering against her thigh and her hold on your hips tighten, pushing you down against her greedily.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” She says between marking and kissing the delicate skin of your neck.

“I’m fine, love.” You pant, hips grinding down more insistently. Her thigh pushes up against you, her hands dragging you forward. “Really I- fuck that feels good.” You moan, a fresh wave of arousal hitting Zora’s thigh.

“What you are.” Zora’s voice is dark, filled with lust and something else as her hand comes to rest around your neck, applying enough pressure to make your head swim. “Is mine.”

“Mine to love.” She presses a kiss to the mark she’s made on your neck.

“Mine to protect.” She kisses your cheek.

Her lips hover over yours, greedily taking in every moan and whimper falling from your lips. “Mine to fuck. However I like. Whenever I like.”

“Oh god, Zora. Please.” She smiles, her grip on your throat tightening. You’re soaking, slick spreading down your thighs and over Zora’s.

Her lips trail from yours over your cheek to your ear, her hot breath setting your body on fire. “Go on, baby. Cum against mommy’s thigh.” She takes the lobe of your ear between her teeth, biting gently.

A loud moan passes your lips, your legs shaking, pleas and her name falling past your lips as you come apart on your girlfriend’s thigh.

Your hands grip her shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to leave a mark and she loves it. Loves that she’ll have a reminder of you like this. Completely ruined for her and only her.

“Just like that baby.” She coos, guiding your hips to ride out your high against her. “Fuck you’re so pretty like this.”

It takes you a few minutes to come back to yourself, your breathing laboured, head leaning against zora’s shoulder as you catch your breath.

Zora’s hands move, one running over your back soothingly and the other cradling the back of your head against her. “There you go, baby. You're okay.” She whispers.

You lean back, arms loose around her neck as you look up at her. “I really am, you know. I’m okay. It was scary but then you were there and I knew I was safe.”

Zora releases a breath, her lips covering yours in less than a second. She kisses you softly, like she needs it. She kisses you like she’s planning to for the rest of her life.

She pulls back to look at you, her hands pulling you flush against her. “Marry me.”

“What?” You blurt out, eyes wide.

Zora smiles, nudging your nose with hers. “I love you. I never want to be without you.” She leans in to kiss you again, loving the way you melt into her.

“Marry me.” She whispers into the air between your lips.

You smile, a teasing lilt to your voice. “No ring Bennet?”

Zora laughs, her smile lighting up her face. “When we get home I’ll get you any damn ring you want.”

Her face turns serious but the softness in her eyes stays. “Marry me.” Her voice drips in sincerity. “And I’ll spend every day of my life showing you how much I love you.”

“Well.” You say, pulling her into another kiss. “When you say it like that, how could a girl say no?”

⋆ ݁. 𓍊𖠰𖥧 . 𓍊𓋼 𖠰 ݁↟ 𓃦 𖡼. 𖤣𖥧 𖠰. ݁⋆ ݁. 𓍊𖠰𖥧 . 𓍊𓋼 𖠰 ݁↟ 𓃦 𖡼. 𖤣𖥧 ݁⋆ ݁

A/n: I’m not used to writing for Zora yet I feel like I need to rewatch the movie to see more of her character. Purely for research purposes Ofc

[bobbin-buckley]

My face as I start to see the Zora Bennett fics come in

[wolfbluebird]

Through Smoke and Fire

Zora Bennett x Female reader

A/N: This is obviously not accurate to the film, some spoilers might be in this, but barely- I mention what happened in the film once, and that was at the very end. And even then I barely touch up on it.

Summary: You are Zora’s very fortunate girlfriend, you once worked together as mercenaries- purely by coincidence. Little did you know that ‘friendship’ would turn into something much better.

Word Count: 0.8k

You met her in the middle of a gunfight.

Typical, really. You’d been hired by the Wexler Initiative—one of those “private research groups” that wore lab coats but smelled like weapons dealers—to retrieve stolen dinosaur embryo data from a rogue bio-lab in the Andes. You were good. Fast. Quiet. You didn’t need backup. You didn’t trust backup.

Then she kicked down the same lab door from the other side.

Boots, blood-splattered vest, Glock in one hand, a combat knife in the other. Shoulder-length hair curled from the sweat, eyes sharp like they’d cut through steel.

Zora Bennet.

She took one look at you crouched behind the crate, nodded once, and opened fire.

“Thought this was a solo op,” you muttered as you joined her behind cover, bullets ricocheting around you.

“Tell that to the assholes shooting at me,” she growled back.

You smiled.

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The Lab Went Up in Flames.

You both got out alive—barely. The drive with the data was fried, the lab reduced to ash, and your arm was bleeding from a shrapnel wound. Zora wrapped it without asking, hands steady, breath even.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

“Don’t thank me yet. You still owe me half the payout.”

You blinked. “You took the job too?”

She smirked. “Same contract. Different handler. Looks like we were both expendable.”

You laughed, even though it hurt. “Great. Nothing like corporate betrayal to spark new friendships.”

She arched a brow. “You think we’re friends already?”

“Only if you buy the drinks.”

She did.

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The Next Job Was in Morocco.

An illegal hatchery run out of a sun-bleached oil rig off the coast. You weren’t even supposed to be there—but when your transport was delayed, the Initiative sent you on recon.

She was already on-site.

Same damn employer. Again.

“Either they think we work well together,” Zora muttered through your comms as you crawled along the rusted rafters, “or they’re trying to get us both killed.”

“I vote both.”

A Pteranodon dive-bombed the control room. Zora pulled you out by your vest and hit the creature square between the eyes with her pistol. You landed half on top of her, gasping, your heart racing from more than just near-death.

She didn’t push you off.

You didn’t move.

Her lips brushed yours later that night, when the rig was ash and the sea was quiet. Neither of you talked about it.

Not yet.

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You Were Friends. Then Allies. Then… Something Else.

It was a slow slide.

The kind of intimacy you only get from shared trauma. Nights in too-small safehouses. Whispered jokes over dying campfires. Zora cooking with whatever dried junk was in your packs. You waking up screaming from a dream of something with too many teeth, and her just holding you, not saying anything.

No pressure. No labels.

Until a mission in Laos.

A nest of black-market Velociraptors, chained underground like dogs. You’d been tracking the buyers, but the deal went sideways. You got cut off. Alone. No comms. No exit.

Until Zora came in through the roof.

Raining gunfire and fury.

She didn’t say anything until you were outside, bruised and breathing. Then she pressed her forehead to yours, her voice tight:

“Don’t ever do that again.”

“What—survive?”

“Leave me behind.”

You froze.

“…Zora?”

She kissed you hard enough to shake you.

And that was that.

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You Were a Team. A Unit. A ‘Thing.’

She never liked the word “girlfriend.” Not out loud. It sounded too soft. Too pink. But she’d press her nose against your shoulder when she thought you were asleep. She’d hold your hand in the dark. She’d kill for you without blinking.

And when she got her next job offer—the Rebirth contract from Martin?

She told you first.

“They’re asking for me,” she said one night, tracing your scarred knuckles. “Big payout. Island op. Dinosaurs.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s three red flags.”

“I said no the first time. Then Duncan called. Said he’d be going too.”

You sat up, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“You want me to come?”

Zora hesitated.

Then: “Only if you want to.”

You kissed her cheek.

“I go where you go.”

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Backpacks. Boots. Rain and Teeth.

That was how it began.

Before the D-Rex. Before Duncan’s flare. Before she screamed your name in the surf and thought you were dead.

You were hers. She was yours.

Not because you said it.

But because you’d proven it—through bullet wounds, bruised ribs, torn contracts, and everything the jungle could throw at you.

And even now, long after Isla Thalos, long after Martin’s betrayal and Duncan’s survival, you still hear her voice in the dark:

“You die, I kill you.”

You always smile when you remember.

Because the feeling’s mutual.

Masterlist

[ayan140]

I’m not your babysitter

🖤 Chapter 1: Drift

🖤 Chapter 2: Welcome to hell

🖤 Chapter 3: Heat, Mud, and Sharp Tounges

🖤 Chapter 4: Jungle Rules

🖤 Chapter 5: Close enough to burn

🖤 Chapter 6: Peace and Palms

🖤 Chapter 7: This Strange, New Warmth

🖤 Chapter 8: Don’t make me share you

🖤 Chapter 9: Jake’s World

🖤 Chapter 10: One Dip, Two Problems

(Masterlist)

"She wasn't supposed to survive. She definitely wasn't supposed to follow them. And Zora Bennett? She doesn't do tagalongs... until her tagalong saves her life."

I’m writing a new story, making my own storyline from when the boat tips over (scene in jurrastic world rebirth)

Here’s a sneak peak 👀

Y/N  (19, long black hair, hazel eyes) is just trying to have a fun trip with her friend and her family. Their boat gets too close to a fog covered area. It crashes. Panic fills the air as the screaming of 5 people is heard. She wakes up alone on a humid shore surrounded by jungle.

Hours of wandering. A raptor screech. Suddenly — BOOM. Gunfire. Y/N screams as she ducks.

She stumbles into Zora Bennett and her mercenary-style Dino unit mid mission. Covered in blood and dirt.  Zora points a gun at her before yelling.

"Get behind me if you want to live."

At first, Zora wants to leave Y/N behind.

~she'll slow us down~

Zora hesitates.

But the others vote to bring her – especially when they realize she's seen something they're looking for.

Zora is cold. Blunt. Doesn't do "babysitting." Y/N is stubborn. Curious. Doesn't shut up. But she's also brave in a way Zora didn't expect.

And somewhere between velociraptor ambushes, sleeping in trees, and patching up each other's wounds... the tension builds.

It will come out in chapters, keep in mind the story isn’t finished.

[cobaltperun]

Other Worlds Than These

Zora Bennett x Female Reader

Summary: She'd be fine, she was the most capable woman you've met, she was the Zora Bennett, the best of the best, but these were fucking dinosaurs, and you just couldn't sit back in your apartment waiting to hear if everything went right. Even if you left that life behind many years ago.

Masterlist

Word Count: 4k

-There are monsters in the sky, there are demons in the sea, I have seen them with my eyes-

Early morning sunlight peeked through the windows of your living room, mercilessly and precisely hitting your face as you turned to the side and covered your head with the pillow. You fell asleep watching some movie about a dog getting reincarnated over and over again. “Now that would be awesome, always being reunited with your pet,” you figured before yawning. It was the second day of your vacation and you were already bored. Now, you didn’t want the excitement of your old job back, but maybe a pinch of excitement more wouldn’t hurt.

You thought back to working with Zora and the rest and shook your head. Nah, you’ve had enough excitement for your whole life already. Boring was good. Safe.

Just as you closed your eyes again with the intention to go back to sleep your phone rang and you, as responsible as you were, chose to ignore it. It was too early in the morning for a call. Whoever it was should have gotten their ass out of the ancient times and just sent a text.

The ringing stopped after half a minute and you relaxed, thinking that would be the end of it, but not even a minute later your phone was ringing again. “Son of a bitch,” you turned around and blindly patted the table for your phone, not yet eager to remove the pillow from your face. “Yes?” you answered the phone.

“Shouldn’t you be more excited to hear from your good old friend?” you recognized Bobby’s voice immediately.

You dragged the pillow off your face with a low groan. “Yeah, cause you always call to hang out,” he never has, it was always Duncan pulling you back in to hang out with the group, Bobby called with different jobs he wanted you to take with him.

He snorted at that. “That stings. Anyway, got a job for you,” and there it was again.

“No,” you hung up, but the phone immediately rang again.

“Zora is involved-“ and you hung up again, only for him to call again. “It’s dangerous-“ it always was, so you hung up again, really tempted not to answer when he yet again called you. But if you didn’t answer he’d just keep calling. “Dinosaurs!” you paused before you hung up.

“Excuse me?” you sat up, more surprised than actually interested.

“Some people want blood samples from alive dinosaurs, and they hired Zora,” shit…

You could still say no, pretend he never called you, or that you simply left that line of business behind way too long ago for this to be the job that drags you back in. But the idea of Zora going there and you waiting in your apartment to hear the news of how the job went made you nauseous. “Fine,” you accepted the job, figuring anything was better than that uncertainty.

~X~

You stayed behind in the crowd as Bobby reunited with Zora, Duncan and the employer. It’s been over a year since you’ve last seen her, you talked over the phone when her mother died and she missed her funeral, you helped handle the funeral arrangements as a favor to her, and because you liked her mother, but that was pretty much it. The further apart you were, the better; at least that was something you both agreed with.

You tried for a few years, as a couple, not just coworkers, but things happened.

She didn’t change one bit, she was still just as beautiful as the last time you’ve seen her, confident and elegant in every move she made, with that confident smile on her face, just another thing about her that made everyone look at her and she knew it.

Tentatively you approached the group, prompting Bobby to smirk in that usual, almost annoying way of his. “I brought you a surprise,” he told Zora as he gestured toward you. The smile on her face fell when she saw you, replaced by utter shock as she just stared at you. “You’re not seeing things, Z, though you might want to close your mouth to avoid catching flies,” he teased, striking a balance between mean and good-natured in a way not a lot of people could.

“Really funny, Atwater,” Duncan jokingly smacked his back before approaching you and spreading his arms. “Good to see you, hawk,” the two of you hugged and then he turned to the man who hired Zora. “She has eyes like a hawk, you won’t find a better person to watch your six, while she keeps an eye on everything else,” he explained and the man nodded.

Zora cleared her throat and walked over to you, and for a moment you thought she’d just offer you her hand, respecting the distance the years created between you, but instead, the moment Duncan stepped away from you she hugged you, burying her face in the crook of your neck and holding you tightly.

“Hey,” you whispered, hugging her back as if no time passed since you last saw her.

“Hey,” and that was all either of you had to say, all you could even try to say, and all you needed to say. Everything else you understood instinctively, without a single word spoken.

~X~

True to Duncan’s nickname for you, you were sitting on the highest roof of the boat watching for any troubles that the radar might not pick up on. Whether it was other ships, or dinosaurs in this particular case. Duncan knocked the roof from underneath and you reached down, grabbing a bottle of water he was offering you.

“Glad to see you are still making the right calls,” you said as you opened the bottle.

“The water?” he joked with a laugh.

“Sure, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” you snickered, taking a deep breath and the scent of the ocean. You actually missed this, sailing, feeling free, you supposed, though you’d prefer not to be in dinosaur infested waters.

“I couldn’t just let them die,” he eventually sighed, and you heard him leaning back against the railing.

“I’d be surprised if you could,” even before the tragedy he was always a big softy underneath the tough demeanor. “Just hope we didn’t put them in even more danger,” you were going straight into danger, and the group of four had a child with them.

“We’ll do our best,” Duncan figured and went back inside.

A few minutes later you saw the mosasaurus swimming toward the boat and grabbed the comms. “Target found us, get ready,” you dropped down from the rooftop as Zora came out with the sniper rifle she’d use to get the sample. The two of you looked at one another and you nodded, following her without a single word as she got in the position. You hooked her to the floor without waiting for her instructions and grabbed onto the railing next to her. “We need to get closer!” you yelled as Duncan took control of the ship and sped up, closing the distance between the ship and the mosasaurus. “Twenty-one meters! Get closer!” you could only hope you’d get lucky, and the dinosaur wouldn’t go underwater. “Loomis, grab a spare shot!”

“Someone’s already thinking about back-up?” Zora teased, speaking to you for the first time since you reunited.

“You used to love that,” you pointed out with a smirk, and she glanced at you just for a moment.

“Not quite ‘used to’,” she playfully rolled her eyes, and you desperately tried to convince yourself your heart was drumming in your chest solely due to adrenaline. Yeah, that had to be it. You were this close to a dinosaur that could sink a small boat like it was nothing.

The boat sped up, closing the distance, but then the creature attacked, slamming into the boat from the side, nearly knocking you off the boat and making Zora miss the first shot. “Shit!” you exclaimed, grabbing onto the railing as the dinosaur went underwater.

Zora made sure you were fine with a quick glance and, satisfied that you were still hanging on, turned toward Loomis. “Get me a second one!” she ordered and he ran toward the two of you, handing the second shot to you as the mosasaurus emerged from the water, hitting the side of the boat and making it lean to the side, just as you managed to load Zora’s rifle.

It repeated the attack, nearly making the ship turn over and throwing Zora off her feet. “Hang on!” you managed to grab her, steading her before she could fall over the railing and just barely hanging on yourself. Zora relaxed in your arms, focusing only on aiming and fired, shooting it as it swam a bit further away from the boat. You watched, your left arm still around Zora’s waist, as the syringe filled up with blood and then got ejected into the air.

“One down,” Zora smiled at you as everyone cheered, and you nodded. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as you thought it would be. “Thanks, for catching me,” she stepped away from you and the cold left by her absence must have been something you imagined.

“Of course,” you struggled, your voice a bit hoarse all of a sudden. And so you went back to the roof, avoiding facing what was actually going on, a lot like you did years ago.

~X~

You should have known things were going way too easily; you should have known it wouldn’t be as simple as shooting a couple of dinosaurs and going home. You saw them approaching, your blood running cold. “We’ve got company! Dino is back and it brought company!” you yelled into the comms and went down to grab one of the guns Bobby brought. “These better work,” you muttered, for the second time today realizing that this wasn’t something you should have gotten involved with, that any of you should have gotten involved in. These animals were part of the world long gone, a world a lot more dangerous than the one you were living in, they might as well be forces of nature to you.

Something hit the boat from below just as you were about to take aim, knocking you off your feet and nearly off the roof as well. “Y/N!” you heard Zora yelling your name as you clung on desperately as the boat rocked.

“I’m fine!” you yelled and then heard more screaming and looked down, just in time to see Bobby being dragged into the water by a smaller dinosaur. You tried to shoot, but you kept missing, unable to aim properly in your current position. As it was you doubted the shots were actually effective.

Each second felt like eternity spent in hell, the boat that used to feel like it could take you anywhere now seemed like a fragile toy, pushed from side to side by the animals bent on killing you all. Someone actually looked at these and thought: ‘Nah, it’s boring, give it another pair of legs, or wings,’ you honestly couldn’t wrap your head around that.

“Y/N! You need to get down!” you heard Zora yelling, though not through the comms this time, and so you looked back, seeing her outside as well, holding onto the railing.

You knew that. It was only a matter of time before your grip would loosen and you’d fall off, potentially into the jaws of a dinosaur. How long have you stayed there, on the roof? Barely holding on? Your muscles already burning and aching? You couldn’t tell. It could have been a minute, or much longer. And then a slightly sharper turn Duncan took threw you off and sent you straight into the water.

You hit the water, momentarily getting disoriented before arms wrapped around you, pulling you to the surface. Somehow, even as disoriented as you were, you knew it was Zora, dragging you to the shore while you recovered from the abrupt fall.

The two of you scrambled to the shore, you on your knees as you barely got out of the water, gasping for air as your body trembled from the near-death experience and you felt sick to the stomach, so much so that you thought you’d throw up, but though you gagged and felt like you were about to lose your lunch nothing came out aside from bile. “Fuck!” you grasped the sand under your palms, cursing as you looked at the wrecked boat. You felt hands on your shoulders and abruptly twisted around, almost pushing Zora off you as she steadied you.

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” she assured you softly, yet urgently, and you focused on her eyes, just like you did so many times before. It wasn’t fine, not this time, but there was no time to lose. You couldn’t stay on the beach.

“Thanks, for jumping in after me,” you managed to say that much and she nodded, just relieved that you were both still alive.

And then it happened.

“Nina!” Duncan screamed and both you and Zora turned to your left, seeing the dinosaur taking Nina into the sea. You stared, frozen for a moment, as another one of your friends got devoured.

As Duncan screamed for his friend, calling out to the person who would never again be able to respond, who you wouldn’t even be able to properly bury because no remains would ever be found, you glanced at Zora. “We made a mistake,” you whispered gravely.

She nodded, accepting that. “But we can’t go back now,” you couldn’t, not yet, you could only hope her back-up plan would work.

And for that plan to work, you’d need to leave the beach. Not that it was safe to begin with. There wasn’t a single place here that was safe.

~X~

You remained on high alert as Zora got the second sample. You felt like a fish out of water, surrounded by tall grass that somehow managed to hide these behemoths. Good eyesight meant nothing when you couldn’t see more than a couple of feet ahead of you and were forced to only look above. And it made you dread every step, every unnecessary break, every moment spent in this tall grass where you might as well be blind.

Not even the sight of dinosaurs in some courting ritual or whatever made you relax even one bit. You wanted to get off this island, you wanted this nightmare that already cost you two of your friends, to end.

Well, at least with the second sample secured, you could now leave the grass beneath you, and go after the third sample. “So… how exactly will we get the sample for the lizard bird?” you asked as you looked up the steep mountain ahead of you.

“We won’t. We’ll get it from an egg,” Loomis explained, and you nodded, hoping this would go smoothly.

You really should have known better than to be optimistic in a situation like this one. Perhaps the heat and the lack of water were getting to you, but, you’d persevere, no matter what, no matter how difficult it gets. That’s who you had to be all those years ago, and that’s who you had to be today. You reached the steep mountain and took a dee breath, steadily starting the climb to the top with Zora by your side.

“What will you do after this?” Zora asked out of blue.

“No idea,” and you really didn’t have any idea. You probably needed a break after everything, an extended one, instead of going back to work. “I know I’m never accepting one of these jobs again, though,” and that felt like the only certainty you knew.

“I’m still surprised you accepted to come here,” she pointed out, and if you weren’t climbing you probably would have shrugged.

“I had a good reason,” and that reason was right next to you, climbing with precise elegance of a woman who’s done this or something similar dozens of times.

Zora took a moment to glance at you, and whatever she wanted to say remained unspoken, left to hang in the air like the two of you didn’t even need other forms of communication. “It’s not your fault. About Bobby and Nina, and about…” she paused, avoiding saying his name and you sighed, aware that you couldn’t have done anything for either Bobby or Nina, but it still felt like you didn’t do enough.

The last time you lost a team member you stopped doing these jobs, you avoided them like plague, but Zora? She buried herself in the work, seeking whatever it was these jobs could offer her, but now it was slowly starting to seem like she wanted to set it all aside, to move away from her job, to have her own life outside of it. “Maybe I should retire after this,” she said, mostly to herself, but you heard it too.

“Maybe,” you agreed tentatively, not daring to hope that Zora would start looking for challenges in safer environments.  

~X~

Frankly, you weren’t sure if you began hallucinating after that conversation with Zora, because everything felt like a fewer dream. Lowering Zora, LeClerk and Loomis went fine, until the big prehistoric bird descended from the skies and despite your best efforts ate LeClerk. Then you managed to get down, reunite with the family that jumped the ship, there was a gun, then a bunch of smaller mutated dinosaurs, and then a big, mutated dinosaur that ate the helicopter, and Krebs, and you all ended up on the ship fleeing the island. In the end you all just fell asleep the moment you were in safer waters.

The sound of water splashing woke you up and you slowly blinked, realizing you were sleeping with your head on Zora’s lap. That was nostalgic. You glanced to the side, noticing dolphins swimming next to the boat and smiled. “Never thought I’d be this happy to see dolphins,” you didn’t hate them, you didn’t exactly love them either, but it meant you were definitely in safer waters compared to what you just left behind.

“Tell me about it,” Zora whispered, still carrying what happened on the island with her, all the lives lost, the decision she made, the uncertainties that might await you all. Even if you were bringing a potential medical revolution of sorts back, you still broke a lot of laws.

“Why don’t we just chuck the suitcase into the ocean?” you asked as you abruptly sat up and turned toward Zora and Loomis.

“What?!” they both exclaimed.

“And make this all even more for nothing?” Duncan demanded.

“We’re basically saying: Hey guys, we did something very illegal, here’s a proof for the whole world to use, only for some rich fucks to get it anyway meaning we accomplished absolutely nothing,” you said dryly making Zora and Duncan blink a few times, as they thought about your logic.

“That’s not how it would go, right?” Loomis asked slowly and you just shrugged.

“It’s all yours, we’re backing out,” Zora decided and pushed the case toward him.

“We were never here,” Duncan agreed, and you nodded, really not wanting to push your luck with this one. Hell no, you probably used up all of your luck just to make it out alive; hoping you had enough luck left not to be arrested the moment the world knew what you brought from the island was the kind of naïve thinking that wouldn’t do you any good. You glanced at the clear sky above you, and you liked looking at it without bars ruining the view.

~X~

A week later you were back in your apartment, taking a long break from everything when someone rang your doorbell. You sighed, it was supposed to be a quiet, simple night, but from the looks of it you couldn’t have that. You set aside the half-empty pizza box and pushed yourself to get up. Whoever came to your door didn’t ring again, so a part of you hoped they gave up and left, thinking maybe you weren’t home.

That hope faded when you heard a knock just as you were about to open the doors. Well, so much for whoever this was giving up, with a heavy sigh you opened the doors only to find Zora standing there, looking a lot like you did. Dark circles underneath her eyes, clear exhaustion etched onto her face, and perhaps a few beers too many.

“You look like shit,” she pointed out, making you roll your eyes.

“Right back at you,” you stepped to the side, letting her walk into your apartment like she used to do so many times before. She had your spare key, but you figured she didn’t want to use it, didn’t want to remind either of you of the time you were living together, sharing this very apartment, waking up next to each other, dreaming of a better life, until it all fell apart.

Zora looked around, her eyes landing on the photos still hanging on the walls, some of the two of you, some of the team. She stopped, her gaze lingering as her jaw clenched and you saw tears in her eyes as she looked at the photo where the whole team was, back before Duncan took his part of the crew, back when everyone else was alive. “Yeah, that’s the weight of surviving,” you caught yourself saying as you approached her. You’ve spent hours these past few days staring at that photo in particular, reminiscing about all the people who died, whether it happened last week or over the years.

You’ve both lost people before, but it was never this many on one mission. First Bobby, then Nina, and then LeClerc, not to mention how close to death Zora, Duncan and you got. “And it meant absolutely nothing,” no cure, no money. You might as well say you killed them yourselves.

“It rarely means anything in this line of work,” which was why you quit, before Bobby had the bright idea to drag you right back in. Zora nodded, smiling bitterly as she turned toward you.

“Why did you accept to come along? I thought you weren’t after the money anymore?” she asked, spreading her arms, watching you in a way that told you she wouldn’t leave until you gave her the honest answer.

You closed the distance between you, standing right in front of her. “Couldn’t live with letting you take that job without me watching your back,” you had no intention of hiding anything from her.

She raised her hand, brushing her fingers against your cheek, soft, as if she wasn’t sure if she should be doing it. “And I nearly lost you because of that,” she whispered, and you shrugged, you couldn’t let some mutated monster get her that easily. “Y/N,” she slipped her hand to the back of your neck, tugging you closer. “Is it smart to try this again?” you could feel her warm breath against your lips as your heart hammered inside your chest.

“No, but that never stopped us,” not the first time, not when it came to choosing jobs, and it clearly wouldn’t stop you this time.

Zora smiled, and you leaned in, capturing her lips, feeling a sense of relief as the longing you felt for years faded away, replaced by her presence. By her heated lips, warm body pressed against your own, her arms wrapped around you as you held her close. The kiss reawakened that old hunger, the one you believed was gone, yet all it took was one taste of her lips to make you feel like you’ve been starving for her.

You didn’t know how this would all end, but you didn’t want to let her go again, no matter the dangers or risks.

A/N: Yes, I did realize halfway through writing the movie part of the story that I didn’t have anything real for Reader to do, so, I figured, might as well skip it. I am not as sorry for that as I should probably be. Still, I can't say I'm happy with this one.

[sapphosclosefriend]

Pick me, choose me, love me ❤️

(Use me, f*ck me, r*il me 🧎‍♀️)

[glazeddonutzora]

TAMING HEART

Pairing. Divorced Wife!Zora Bennett x Female Reader

Word Count. 482

Tags & Warnings. Angst, fluff, jealousy, divorced couple, pregnancy, eventual smut, dinosaurs🦖

A/N. Reposting. Requests are open for this series!

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—In which your ex-wife was late on your daughter's performance once again.

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

"Your mom is probably babysitting some dinosaurs instead of taking care of you." You muttered under your breath as you fixed your daughter on your lap. Her coming with some shades on, leather jacket that accentuated the muscle of her arms and a few heads turning around, following her as she sat beside you. You are so pissed she managed to look like that, at the same time you know it's her everyday look and she didn't even put an effort to it. While you, you look shit, like literally!

"Oh c'mon detka, I was just 6 minutes late. Right? Baby?" Zora said, trying to get your 3-year-old daughter as an ally to get out of your pissed scolding on her. And she knows for sure you won't be talking to her for another week she will get to see you and the kids, and she only gets to see you three times as what you had settled on their custody but you told her she is more than welcome to see them anytime she want. So you, painfully ignoring her is the last thing she wanted.

"I can't believe you! Instead of apologizing you would still infuriate me with your cycle of excuses! I told you that Zoey will be the first to perform, now you missed it!" You hissed, making Zora gulp in fear. You are definitely more scarier than the dinosaurs she had encountered and tamed—and you are definitely not the easy one to tame.

Panic set in on her as you stood, you carefully put your daughter on her lap. And Zora knew better than to follow you, she knows you needed some time out and it hurts her that it is because of her.

"Mommy Giganotosaurus needs air bub. Because mom pissed her." She whispered defeatedly on your baby. She would probably follow you soon knowing that her first born's performance was already done. She started making up excuses in her head to tell your daughter why she was late again on her performance, but Zora probably will make up to her by bringing her to her lab.

You are now calm, not until you saw Zora again. You would actually not be fuming if you didn't see some women your age trailing behind her saying God knows what and all you can see is her small laugh on them as she runs towards you—only if you knew she was trying to get away from them.

"Hey, mommy." You huffed, getting your daughter out of her arms. She watched you with that alarmed look on her face, she's really messed this up. "Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry. I'll talk to Zoey, okay?" As she expected, you did not utter a single word. So she grabbed you by your waist and stole a kiss on your temple, you flinched away from her kiss but you didn't pull away from her grasp—it is one of her so many ways on taming the mother of her little dinosaurs.

➤

[inoahlady]

accidentally getting back together with ex gf!zora bennett because you’re both stuck on a deadly island with deadly dinosaurs and yeah maybe lesbian sex isn’t going to fix it but it would maybe make it better. and maybe you hate her but not so much when she’s pressing you back against the tree like that and biting at your neck and she doesn’t think it’s very funny when you compare her to a velociraptor but you do. she thinks it’s more funny when she shuts you up by burying two fingers into you and telling you that she really, really wishes the two of you were home right now so that she could fuck you properly. she doesn’t tell you she misses you but she tells you to be quiet so that nothing hears you when you moan, nothing hears your gasps, you are hers only.

[ncsdlr]

Look At All These Dinosaurs Then Look At Us

Zora Bennett x Reader

Smut

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The next morning, the sky is clear and the sea has calmed, and you’re on the deck again with Zora—this time, sharing coffee in mismatched mugs.

She’s back in her guarded stance. Back to folded arms and clipped sentences. But every now and then, you catch her looking at you with that same dazed expression—like you’re something she doesn’t understand but can’t stop orbiting.

You laugh at something stupid—a joke about seagulls or soggy granola bars—and the sound makes her twitch. Like you’ve just struck a nerve.

“You’re smiling,” she mutters.

You grin wider. “Yeah?”

“Stop that.”

“Why?”

Zora swallows. Her voice is quiet when she says, “Because every time you look at me like I’m not dangerous, I forget how to breathe.”

You blink. “You’re not dangerous to me.”

She turns her head sharply, trying to hide the pink that blooms across her cheekbones.

——

It happens after a moment that should’ve been perfect.

Maybe you’re both on the deck again, the sunset bleeding across the sky like a fresh wound, and you say something soft. Something that makes her smile—really smile—for the first time. You lean in, your fingers barely brushing her arm. You’re so close. Too close.

And she pulls away.

Hard.

Your smile falters. “Did I—?”

“Don’t,” she says quickly, voice rough. “Don’t do that.”

You freeze. “Zora, I—”

“You’re a kid,” she snaps, and immediately hates herself for the way your face falls. “You’re young. You’ve got… your whole damn life ahead of you. You should be worried about classes and clubs and whatever bullshit twenty-somethings do, not… this.”

You’re quiet. Hurt leaking through your expression.

“I’m not a kid,” you say. “You don’t get to call me that just because it’s easier than admitting you want me.”

Zora flinches. Her jaw clenches, eyes flicking anywhere but you.

“And I’m not asking for forever,” you continue, softer now. “I’m just asking for a chance. But if you keep using my age as an excuse, then maybe you’re not afraid of what people will say. Maybe you’re just scared of letting yourself be happy.”

That lands. Deep.

But Zora doesn’t respond.

She just walks away, fists clenched at her sides like she’s holding in something nuclear.

——

The ship is quiet again. The storm’s passed. But your chest still feels like it’s drowning.

You haven’t seen her since the fight. She’s been avoiding you—burying herself in duty, pacing the decks like something she can’t name is chasing her.

You find her in the equipment room, sitting on a crate in the dark. Shoulders slumped. Elbows on her knees. Like someone who just lost a war she never wanted to fight.

You don’t knock.

“I don’t need protection from you, Zora,” you say.

She doesn’t move.

You step closer. “I need honesty.”

Zora lifts her head slowly, eyes bloodshot. “What do you want me to say?”

“That you want me. That you feel it too.”

“I do feel it.” The words rip out of her like they hurt. “But that doesn’t mean I should.”

You blink. “Why?”

She stands—quick, frustrated. “Because you’re barely out of school. Because people will talk. Because I’ve seen what happens when someone like me touches something good.”

“You think I care what anyone says? You think I give a shit about some age gap when we almost died together?”

She looks at you then. Really looks. Her lip trembles.

“I wake up every night thinking about you,” she says, voice raw. “And I tell myself not to touch. Not to look. Not to want you because it’ll make me selfish. Because you deserve someone who doesn’t flinch every time they feel something.”

You close the distance between you, heart pounding.

“I choose you,” you whisper. “Even with the scars. Even with the guilt. Even if it’s messy. So stop protecting me from something I’m not asking to be saved from.”

She’s breathing hard now, jaw clenched like she’s trying to hold herself together with threadbare willpower.

“You want me?” you ask.

Her hands twitch at her sides.

“Then take me.”

And that’s it.

The thread snaps.

Zora grabs you like she’s been starved for centuries—kisses you hard, all teeth and desperation, pinning you against the wall with a groan that vibrates through her whole body. There’s no space left between you now. No excuses. No denial.

She breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Fuck what they think.”

Then she kisses you again, and this time she doesn’t hold back.

—

Now you’re here.

And she’s pressed against you.

And you’re not pretending anymore.

Her hands are on either side of your face, lips brushing over yours like a question she’s already decided to answer. You kiss her back—messy, aching, needy—and she groans softly, low in her throat, then immediately pulls back with a warning look.

“Quiet,” she breathes, voice gravelly. “Your dad’s in the next damn room.”

You grin, whispering, “Then maybe don’t make me feel so good.”

Zora’s eyes narrow—dark, hungry. “Don’t tempt me.”

But you already are.

Her hands slide under your borrowed t-shirt, palms hot against your stomach as you arch into her touch. You bury your face in her neck, trying not to gasp when her mouth finds the soft skin beneath your ear.

“Fuck,” she murmurs, barely audible. “You’re so warm.”

Her fingers trail lower, slow and purposeful, and you clutch at her shoulders, trying not to make a sound as she slides her hand into your shorts. Her lips are on yours instantly, muffling the sharp breath you let out when she finds you already soaked.

“Shh,” she whispers into your mouth. “You gotta be good for me, sweetheart. Quiet.”

You nod, frantic.

But it’s hard to stay quiet when her fingers move like that—precise, controlled, devastating. She kisses you harder to keep you from moaning, one hand bracing your thigh up against her hip, the other deep between your legs.

“God,” she pants, teeth grazing your lip. “You’re gonna get us both caught.”

You try to answer but she curls her fingers just right and your whole body stutters against her. Your eyes roll back as your breath hitches—a high, desperate sound muffled by her mouth.

She slows down just enough to make you whimper, her voice tightening as she says, “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You cling to her, trembling, face buried in her chest now as she brings you over the edge—fast, quiet, overwhelming. Your body arches before she pins you down with her own, her fingers still inside you, her lips brushing your ear.

“Good girl,” she whispers. “Just like that.”

You’re breathless. Shaking. Half-laughing into her skin.

“Zora,” you breathe, dazed and high, “they definitely heard something.”

She chuckles—chuckles, smug and low—and kisses your jaw.

“They’ll survive.”

“I should probably go,” you whisper. “Before someone—”

“No.”

One word. Firm. Commanding.

You blink up at her.

Zora looks down at you like she owns you. Like she’s already stripped the guilt from her soul and decided if she’s going to hell, it’s with you tangled in her sheets.

“You’re not leaving this bed,” she says, low. “Not until I’ve had you again.”

You shiver.

She moves over you like a slow-burning fire, dragging your clothes down, lips trailing heat over your collarbone, down your chest. Her mouth finds your nipple, tongue flicking just once before she bites, gentle but possessive.

You gasp—too loud.

She covers your mouth with her hand, eyes locking onto yours. “Be quiet, baby. Unless you want your dad walking in here while I’m inside you.”

Your eyes widen.

You nod under her palm.

She grins, feral, and shifts lower between your legs.

When her mouth finally presses against you, it’s all you can do not to cry out. Her tongue is slow, deliberate, circling your clit like she’s savoring you. Her fingers dig into your thighs, spreading you wide, keeping you right where she wants you.

Every time you get close, she slows. Teases. Draws soft moans from your throat only to swallow them with her mouth back on yours.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” she whispers, voice hoarse. “You were made for this.”

You’re writhing under her now, every nerve lit up, every muscle trembling.

“Zora, please—”

“Please what?”

“Please let me come.”

That smug glint returns to her eyes.

“You think you ask now, huh?” she murmurs, teasing your clit with her thumb. “One orgasm and suddenly you forget who’s in charge.”

You whimper.

She leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“Be good for me, and I’ll let you fall apart.”

You nod so fast your head might fall off.

Then her fingers slide inside you again—two this time, deeper, relentless—and her mouth returns to your clit, and this time she doesn’t stop.

You come with a strangled gasp against her, her body blanketing yours to silence it. Her name on your lips, her hand gripping your waist like she’s afraid you’ll vanish if she lets go.

You’re breathless. Boneless. Fucked-out and glowing.

And Zora?

Zora just kisses your cheek and mutters, “Still too loud.”

——

You wake to the gentle sway of the ship and the warmth of Zora’s arm draped over your waist. Her breath is steady against the back of your neck, her body curled around yours like she was afraid you’d drift away in your sleep.

Your thighs ache.

In the best way.

You shift just slightly and feel her stir behind you. Her voice, all gravel and morning rasp, rumbles low against your shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You smirk. “Trying to sneak out before I destroy your reputation, Bennett.”

She nuzzles into the space between your shoulder blades, mumbling, “Pretty sure my reputation was gone the second I let you climb into my lap.”

You turn in her arms, brushing her hair off her cheek, watching the softness she only ever shows you.

“I should go before my dad gets suspicious.”

Zora hums and leans in for a slow, sleepy kiss—lazy lips, tongue barely teasing. She pulls back with a half-smile, eyes still closed.

“You’re trouble.”

You grin. “And yet, you let me stay.”

She smacks your ass. “Go. Before I decide I need a third round.”

You pull on the first thing you find—Zora’s oversized crew shirt—and slip quietly out the cabin, hair messy, skin still flushed, legs wobbly.

And walk directly into Duncan.

Zora’s second-in-command. Six foot something, built like a tank, always watching. The kind of guy who could break you in half but probably volunteers at animal shelters on weekends.

He looks you up and down. Pauses.

Clock: disheveled hair. Zora’s shirt. No pants.

You freeze.

He raises one eyebrow. Then—just to ruin your entire nervous system—he gives the most knowing, smug little smirk you’ve ever seen and says:

“Mornin’.”

You blink. “Uh—hi.”

He glances toward Zora’s door, then back to you. Still smirking.

“Get some water, kid. You’re dehydrated.”

And walks away.

You stare after him, mortified, face burning. But you can’t even be mad.

Because he’s not wrong.

——

It’s later that same day. The adrenaline has cooled. The sea’s quiet.

You find Zora standing on the deck again—alone, like always—hands on the railing, shoulders tense. Her hair’s still damp from a rushed shower, and she’s wearing a fresh shirt, but she hasn’t looked at you since you joined her.

You lean against the rail beside her.

She doesn’t move.

“…You’re doing it again,” you say softly.

Her jaw clenches. “Doing what?”

“Pulling away.”

Zora exhales through her nose. “I’m not.”

You give her a look.

“…Okay,” she admits, “maybe a little.”

You wait. Let her fill the silence.

Finally, she mutters, “Your dad’s gonna hate me.”

You blink. “What?”

“He’s not stupid,” she says. “He sees the way you look at me. The way I look at you. And when he finds out what we’ve been—” She breaks off, shaking her head. “It’s not just the age thing anymore. It’s you. You’re someone’s daughter. You’re… his daughter.”

You step closer. Your voice is gentle. “Zora…”

She doesn’t look at you. “I’ve done a lot of shit in my life. Saved people. Hurt people. Made calls I can’t take back. But this?” Her voice cracks, just slightly. “This is the first time I’ve wanted something just for me. And I keep waiting for someone to come take it away.”

You place a hand over hers. She flinches, then lets you hold her.

“You think he’s gonna take me away from you?”

Zora swallows. “I think he’s gonna look at me and see someone who’s too old, too dangerous, too—”

You cut her off, voice firm. “He’s gonna see someone who carried me out of water when I literally about to be eaten alive by a mesasaurus. Who’s been watching over me every night since. Someone who makes me feel… safe.”

She turns toward you slowly, eyes full of doubt.

“You’re not gonna lose me,” you say. “Not to his judgment. Not to anyone’s.”

Zora stares at you like she doesn’t quite believe it yet. Like it hurts to hope.

You lift her hand and press a kiss to her scarred knuckles. “I’m yours,” you whisper. “Let them talk.”

For the first time all day, she smiles. It’s small. But it’s real.

“…You’re dangerous when you’re sweet,” she mutters.

You grin. “And you’re soft when you’re scared.”

She leans in, forehead pressing against yours. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t,” you whisper. “But I might tell Mr. Duncan.”

“‘Mr. Duncan,’” she laughs. “I’ll tell him you called him that.”

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There will be more after this, promise

[gayerthanevertbh]

i just know zora bennett has a big dick