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What Characters I Will Write For

Heyo, I'm new as hell to Tumblr but I have been writing on Wattpad for years. Decided I might as well post on here considering how much I read here. If this post is weirdly formatted I'm sorry, I'm trying!

All X GN!Reader, I don't particularly like writing ships

Jurassic Park/World

Ian Malcolm ~ Jurassic Park/Lost World/Dominion

Nick Van Own ~ Jurassic Park Lost World

Franklin Web ~ Jurassic World Fallen Kingdom/Dominion

Alan Grant ~ Jurassic Park/3/Dominion

Wednesday/Addams Family (1991/1993)

Wednesday Addams ~ Wednesday

Rowan Laslow ~ Wednesday

Eugene Ottinger (Platonic) ~ Wednesday

Gomez Addams & Morticia Addams (Poly) ~ 1991/1993 Addams Family

Young!Gomez & Young!Morticia (Poly) [If you insist] ~ Wednesday

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul

Gustavo Fring ~ BB & BCS

Jesse Pinkman ~ BB & BCS

Badger ~ BB

Lalo Salamanca ~ BCS

Nacho Varga ~ BCS

Lalo Salamanca & Nacho Varga (Poly) ~ BCS

Domingo ~BB & BCS

Howard Hamlin ~ BCS

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke

Rufus Whedon

Duncan Locke

Bode Locke (Platonic)

Scot Cavendish

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Captain Raymond Holt

Jake Peralta

Rosa Diaz

Charles Boyle

Terry Jeffords

Pedro Pascal Characters (As I watch more of his content)

Agent Whiskey ~ The Kingsman: Golden Circle

Joel Miller ~ The Last Of Us (Show)

Javier Peña ~ Narcos

Oberyn Martell ~ Game of Thrones

Assorted Random People (Usually bc it's one from each fandom)

Stu Macher ~ Scream

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis (Poly) ~ Scream

Dewey Riley ~ Scream/2/3/4/5

Benoit Blanc ~ Knives Out/Glass Onion

Ryan Ezahler & Dylan Lenivy (Poly) ~ The Quarry

Travis Hacket ~ The Quarry

Vander ~ Arcane

Albert Wesker ~ Resident Evil

Philly Bárzaga ~ Far Cry 6

Captain Cold/Leonard Snart (Wentworth Miller) ~ The Flash/DC Legends)

Barry Berkman ~ Barry

Other Characters! Feel free to request others (Especially if they are in fandoms I already write about)! I might do them, it really depends on the character. Don't be afraid to ask whether they're on the list or off!

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Photographs & Pleasurable Acts - Nick Van Own X Reader | Fluff / Smut

Summary: You and Nick have been dating for a while, and you love to find ways to instigate his affections.

Word Count: 2,257

Date Posted: 03.05.24

Prompt: So reader and Nick are friends and talk occasionally and reader asks Nick to photograph her and with each picture she takes pieces of clothes off.

TW: AFAB language was used, mentions of Boudoir photo shoots, and panties were used as a gag, breeding / impregnating terminology.

Note: This is pretty much a continuation of Dinos & Dutch Bros, it is not required to read that fic prior, but you are always welcome to.

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Nick Van Owen. 

God. What could you say about Nick Van Owen? 

Ever since the beginning of your relationship, he’s been amazing. He’s not perfect; you still have little arguments, bad days, etc. But you never let each other go to bed angry. You take your time to calm down, apologize, and discuss what upset you with a clear mind. 

Not to mention he’s cuddle shaped. Sure he might not be buff, but his work requires him to be in decent physical shape, but your favorite thing about him is the little belly pooch he maintaned. It was so perfectly soft and squishy, you loved to lay your head on it as you watch TV in bed together. 

“Wake up, Darlin’,” Nick kissed your bare shoulder, giving it a gentle rub as he coaxed you awake. When that didn’t work, he resorted to peppering your face with kisses, “Wake up, my love.” 

You groaned and rolled over, burying your head in the pillow to escape the sunlight streaming in through the window. “Mmn don’t wanna.” 

“But you gotta,” He peppered more kisses over your shoulders, “You have 3 bookings today. You gotta get out of bed.” 

You just groaned again, this time flopping over to face him. 

“You going to get up?” He asked. You shook your head. “Alright, well, you asked for it.” 

Nick went straight for your sides, making you squeal as he tickled you relentlessly. You writhed under his touch, squirming in an attempt to free yourself from his strong grip. You feebly tried to fight him off, pushing ineffectively against his shoulders. 

“Do you surrender?” Nick pinned your arms above your head, a fiendish grin on his lips. 

“Yes.” You relinquished breathlessly, “I surrender. I’ll get up.” 

Nick positioned himself between your hips comfortably, peppering kissed along your face, you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh. 

“Good,” He gave you a peck on the lips, “But first, I want to taste my delicious girlfriend.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, sighing softly, relishing the feeling of his lips and scratchy stubble against your neck. He kissed his way down to where your shoulder and neck meet, kissing and sucking on the skin there. 

“You’re not allowed you leave hickies,” You breathed.

“You’re a boudoir photographer. I don’t think anyone will care,” He returned, moving down to your bare breasts, leaving hickies on the tender flesh. Breathy moans fell from your lips, back arching into him. Your hands found his hair, tangling up in it as his tongue flitted across your nipple. 

“More,” You moaned, “Please, more.” 

Nick slipped his hands between your bodies, applying circular pressure to your clit, only riling you up more. You ground against his hand, willing desperately for that familiar heat to build in your core. 

“Such a greedy little thing,” Nick teased, pulling his hand out from between you.

“No.” You whined at the lack of contact, a pout forming on your lips. 

“Too bad, Beautiful. You’re gonna be late for work.” Nick sat back on his heels, erection standing proud in front of him, bobbing gently with his pulse. “But don’t think I don’t want you. You know I do.” 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing to dress himself. 

“I’ll see you later.” He leaned down to kiss you before he took his leave, leaving you frustrated and horny. 

All day, as much as you tried to throw yourself into your shoots, you just had a hard time focusing. Every position you put your clients in you imagined yourself in those position, being taken advantage of. Head hanging off the bed, cock filing your mouth as Nick fucked your throat. Bent over the bed, arms cuffed behind your back, getting railed to tears. God you wanted Nick inside you right now. 

That’s when you got the idea. You knew exactly what to do. 

You hurried off to the changing room. Sending Nick a posed selfie captioned “Just thinking about you.” 

Nick: What you thinking about?

Y/N: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Nick: I would like to know. 

Y/N: Meet me at the studio later ;)

The plan was set. Now, all you had to do was wait. 

//—//

The door to the studio clicked shut. Nick’s footsteps echoed across the hardwood floors as he approached. Your eyes tracked him as he halted in his tracks. He hadn’t had the chance to see your outfit until now, and his jaw practically hit the floor. 

“Are you gonna stand there looking dumb, or are you going to take my picture?” You asked flirtatiously. You were sitting on the corner of the bed, posing in your delicious outfit. Nick was a sucker for well fitted leather, and that skirt your were wearing hugged your body in a way that left him drooling. 

Nick dropped his backpack, mouth practically agape. 

“You look stunning.” He finally managed as he pulled out his camera, attaching the correct lens. He was nearly as familiar with your studio as you were, finding the flash attachment with ease. “Like seriously stunning.” 

He put his eye to the view finder, focusing in on your frame, gently lit by the soft lighting of your studio. Mostly lamps and fairy lights, for this shoot, at least. You waited for the shutter to click; as he scanned his photo, you stood slipping off your leather belted jacket. 

Nick didn’t even register the change as you switched your posing, now laying with your head hanging off the edge of the bed, one knee bent and propped up the other leg straight, showing off your near stiletto heels. Your hair fell loose to the floor. 

“Have I told you that you’re beautiful today?” Nick asked, snapping the picture in the new pose and peering back down at his work. Again you changed positions pulling off your shirt to reveal your lacy black bra underneath. 

“What’re -“ Nick cut himself off, entranced by your figure as you moved to kneel on the bed facing away from him. Muttering under his breath, “Oh fuck me.” 

“Seeing something you like?” You teased him, running your fingers through your hair. 

Click. Click. Click. 

The shutter snapped in quick succession, capturing your movement, and only a glancing of the side of your lacy bra. 

“Gorgeous, I’m seeing a whole lot that I like,” He returned. You could feel his eyes trained on you as you reached behind your back - click - and undid your bra, slipping it off - click - and holding it out to the side to drop it on the floor. Click. Again, you changed positions, now laying diagonal across the bed facing him, ensuring that your breasts looked round a full beneath you. 

“I’m gonna get real artsy with it,” Nick’s dorky personality started to show through as he framed you in the lens, getting your eyes peering through your lashes up at him. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. Click. 

You stood, slipping off your leather skirt. Now left in nothing but your crotchless fishnets, lacy panties, and heels. You knelt one knee on the ottoman, bending over the bed, showing off your ass. 

“God, Y/n,” Nick breathed, taking the photo. You stood straight, slipping your panties down your legs, getting ready to pose again. He set the camera down on the nearby desk, stalking toward you. 

Nick placed his hand on your hip, pulling you back into him. You could feel his erection pressing against your ass as he growled in your ear.  “No more posing. I want you. Now.” 

“Then have me now,” You teased him, wiggling your ass against him, your goal accomplished. That was all the permission Nick needed to push you onto the bed. “Or are you not man enou-“

“You’re talking too much.” Nick picked your panties up off the floor, stuffing them in your mouth, effectively gagging you. You giggled around the fabric, thoroughly enjoying this side of him. “We are keeping the heels on by the way, you look hot as fuck in them.” 

You crawled up further on the bed, though still over the edge. Nick’s hand guided you to bend forward, arching your back, exposing yourself more to him. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he complimented; you could hear the vague sounds of him undressing behind you, then the soft thud of him dropping to his knees. “This entire shoot all I could think about is how badly I want to taste you.” 

His hands caressed the curves of your hips, pulling your cunt level with his face. His cooled your already soaking core. Your breath froze in your chest, hips gyrating against your will, begging for attention that wasn’t coming. 

You whined through the gag, rocking your hips, silently begging for the attention that you wanted so badly, ever since he left you deperate this morning. 

“Such a desperate little thing,” He teased.

You silently wished that you’d known that he was a tease before you started dating. You cursed at him through the gag, making him chuckle at your muffled protest. You continued you curse him out, the words dying on your tongue with a whine as his licked a long stripe along your labia. 

Nick devoured your pussy like a man starved, focusing the flat of his tongue against your clit, moving in slow deliberate circles. The moans coming from you were getting more and more desperate, making you whine as he finally slipped one of his long, thick fingers inside you, quickly locating your G-spot. 

You could feel that familiar coil building at the base of your stomach. It was like Nick could tell how he was affecting you and slipped in another digit as you whined, gripping the blanket, pushing back into him. 

The combination of his tongue and fingers was damn near overwhelming; the continuous pressure making quick work of you. The knot tightening in your core coming undone around him. Your juices soaked his fingers and his face, causing him to make obscene slurping noises as you whined and writhed beneath him, your moans muffled by the fabric stuffed in your mouth. 

“You taste so good, Darlin’,” Nick complimented, “What have you been eating?” 

Aftershocks rolled through you, your breath labored. Nick flipped you over, laying you flat on your back, crawling up the bed to match you with a stupid little grin on his face. You couldn’t help but be endeared by him. 

“I want those sexy heels wrapped around me.” He demanded as he adjusted your leg to sit over his hip, the black fishnets you were wearing creating a delightful contrast against his skin. He lined up his thick cock with your entrance, using the precum seeping from the head as additional lube to coat your already wet entrance. Gently, he pressed his head to your entrance, slowly pushing his way in, stretching you out around him. 

You turned your head, hiding in the soft plush blanket, as you let out a small whine that you’re not proud of. The way his cock filled you - it’s like it was made just for you. Nick slowly retreated until only the head of his cock remained in you, then he thrust back in, harder and faster this time, forcing a gasp out of you. 

“You’re so cute when you make those sounds, Darlin,” He complimented, taking an easy pace.  Nick leaned down to kiss you, providing a comforting weight. He balanced himself on one arm, gliding the other up your side, finding your breast. You whined, bucking your hips into him as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and index, lightly pinching the pert nub. You hated that he knew how much you loved it when he played with your nipples. 

“You’re such a tease,” You sighed, letting the pleasure roll through you. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just want you to enjoy yourself.” Nick lowered his lips to your skin, running his tongue against your sensitive flesh.  He rocked into you, each thrust rubbing against your G-spot, spreading that familiar warmth and tingling sensation through you. 

“Nick,” You moaned, rocking your hips into him, coaxing him to pick up the pace. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as he bit and sucked on your neck, leaving a trail of hickies in his wake. 

“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” He kept his pace steady, rolling his hips against yours. Adjusting his position, he propped your hips up, the head of his cock stretching you out, nearly hitting your cervix. He gripped your hips, pumping faster now. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” He hissed, “I’m gonna fill this perfect pussy.” 

“Please, Nick,” You begged, arching your back toward him. He fucked you hard and fast in shallow strokes, hips stuttering as he edged closer to coming undone. Nick leaned all the way forward, covering you with his weight, arm wrapping around your shoulders as he leveraged your body back against him. 

“I’m gonna cum,” He gasped out. “I’m gonna impregnate you. See your belly swell with my child.” 

“Fill me, Nick, please.” 

Your name fell from his lips with a curse as he spilled over, hot seed overflowing from your cunt, dripping onto the mattress below. 

Nick collapsed onto the bed next to you, breathing labored, and pulled the blanket over the two of you. You smiled at his tired face. 

“Do you wanna get sushi on the way home?” He asked thoughtfully, making you laugh at the absurdity. 

“Yes, Nick, I’d love some sushi.” 

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Dating Nick Van Owen would include:

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You’d meet Nick by chance

He would probably walk into you when he’s taking photos or filming, he gets very in the zone with that kinda thing

He would be very apologetic and surprisingly smooth

And ask to buy you a coffee as a proper way to say sorry

The rest is history, the two of you would hit it off instantly

He is so easy to talk to and has a couple funny jokes stored away for when he needs them

Nick would be a chill sorta guy most of the time

Not bothered by expensive days out, he would be happy just going to a national park to take photos and have a walk with his favourite person

He’s more comfortable in shorts and vest than in a suit

But he has been known to dress up nicely on occasion

He would introduce you into his interests like his Earth first and greenpeace work, taking you to any meetings he could

He’s kinda cocky and confident, which can be annoying sometimes

But you balance him out and he brings out your confidence too

He would take THE best candids, having a film documentarian as a boyfriend does have its perks

Nick would probably be the guy who narrate your life - even when its something boring - in a really stupid voice

“And hERE we have my lovely partner, brushing their teeth. Look at that great technique.”

“Piss off, Nick.”

“I love you too.”

Honestly such a big dinosaur nerd, even after the events on Isla Sorna

The king of telling dramatic stories

He would have sO many stories to tell and even though they’re a bit long winded sometimes he makes them exciting

He tells these stories with such animation that it’s almost hard to look away from him

His eyes light up, he uses hand movements to express himself

It’s too cute not to watch

He would speak Spanish because he knows you love it (even if you maybe don't understand it all)

He would be a fan of PDA

Always holding your hand or stealing a kiss whenever he can

He would be very protective of you, a hand always wrapped securely around your waist

He would also stare down any guys, gals or non-binary pals that looked at you for a little too long

You would bring out the best in one another and keep each other grounded

You’re his anchor and keep him in check when he gets a little too big for his boots

It’s almost like the two of you were made for each other, puzzle pieces that fit just right

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Jurassic Park / World Masterlist

Dr. Alan Grant --

What to Expect When You're Expecting - You tell Alan that you're expecting a baby shortly after the deadly events of Jurassic Park 1993 take place. 💞Fluff💞 Word count: 811

Shelter - Alan would do anything to distract his girlfriend, who is afraid of storms. Takes place prior to the 1993 incident. 💞Fluff/SMUT🔞 Word count: 396

Billy Brennan --

Dr. Ian Malcolm --

Professor, Please - When your grades slip due to your fantasizing about your sexy professor, you would do damn near anything to get your grades back up. 💞Fluff/SMUT🔞 Word count: 1179

The Next Future Mrs. Malcolm -  Reader enjoys a very romantic night out with Dr. Ian Malcolm. 🔞SMUT🔞 Word Count: 2234

Nick Van Owen --

Dinos & Dutch Bros - You met your friend Nick Van Owen by chance, but what happens when you want more? 💞Fluff💞 Word count: 1344

Photographs & Pleasurable Acts - You and Nick have been dating for a while, and you love to find ways to instigate his affection. 🔞SMUT🔞 Word Count: 2257

Owen Grady --

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Dinos & Dutch Bros - Nick Van Owen x Reader | Fluff

Summary: You met your friend Nick Van Owen by chance, but what happens when you want more?

Word Count: 1344

Date Posted: 05.24.23

TW: Mentions of Boudoir photo shoots

Note: Heavily set in Phoenix, AZ

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You met Nick Van Owen by chance. Genuinely by chance. You’d read Dr. Malcolm's book about his experience on Isla Sorna, where Nick was briefly mentioned, but you had never dreamed of meeting the man in real life, let alone at a Dutch Bros. Remember that Dutch Bros are drive-throughs with tables for people who walk or use public transportation. They are not intended to be sat at. But you loved them on days that weren’t too hot just to sit outside and maybe get a little work done. Not to mention, the staff were extremely friendly. 

“Excuse me? This seat open?” He had sort of a middle-range voice, and you couldn’t help but notice how some of his vowels had a sort of crunch to them that you found really pleasant. He was handsome and well-built but not outrageous-looking like most gym bros were. 

“Yes,” You smiled, though allowing a stranger into your personal space felt odd. This public space got a lot of foot traffic, so you felt safe. 

“I’m Nick,” He introduced himself, calloused hand jutting forward in greeting. You couldn’t help but notice the camera bag slung around his shoulder. “Nick Van Owen.” 

“You’re a photographer? Me too. What kind do you do?” 

“Documentation. You?” 

“Boudoir. My job is to make people feel sexy.” 

“Interesting. Making people feel sexy just so happens to be a hobby of mine.” He smiled wickedly, making you chuckle at his obvious flirting. Then it clicked. Nick Van Owen. Documentarian photographer. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help but ask - were you part of the team on Isla Sorna that preluded the San Diego incident?” 

“So my reputation precedes me.” He joked, “Yeah, that was me.” 

“I read Dr. Malcolm’s book. You were mentioned briefly. Can I ask - what were they like? The dinosaurs, I mean.” 

“Beautiful.” 

You met up regularly after that, between his assignments and work with Greenpeace. He would tell you about the places he’d seen and the people he’d met. You loved hearing his stories and his impeccable comedy. You learned that he’d moved to the Phoenix area after Isla Sorna, looking to set up his home somewhere that didn’t reflect his experience. You were good friends. But if you were just ‘good’ friends, then how come you could never sleep at night whenever he was gone on whatever assignment he was commissioned to do? 

“Do me a favor; kneel at the foot of the bed facing the headboard, knees slightly apart, and hold your hair like you’re putting it in a ponytail,” You directed your client as you got in position at the head of the bed. “Soften the look just a little, like you’re home alone, wearing your lingerie just to feel sexy for yourself.” 

“So this mystery man you were telling me about last time? Going anywhere with him?” Clarice asked as she followed your directions. She was a regular client that very frequently booked these sessions. 

“No, He’s in Isreal currently.” You sighed, snapping your pictures and directing her to a different pose.

“Have you hooked up yet?” 

“NO! We are just friends!”

“Yeah? Then why haven’t you shut up about Nick Van Owen since you met him?” Clarice challenged. 

You sighed, “He’s a busy man, Clare. He wouldn’t have the time for me even if I wanted him to.” 

“Well, I ship it. I'll knock some sense into him if I ever get my hands on him.” 

The two of you finished your session as normal, promising Clarice she’d have her edited photos back within a week when your phone rang in your pocket. 

“Hey, Nick,” You answered, stopping Clarice in her tracks. You checked your watch, “Isn’t it like 2 am there? You should be sleeping.” 

“That’s not important. What are you doing right now?” 

“I’m at my studio. I just finished a session.” 

What is he saying? Clarice mouthed to you. You held a finger to your lips, focusing on what Nick was saying. 

“My jet landed an hour ago, and I’m starving for a classic burger. What do you say, kid, are you dressed for dinner?” 

He’s asking me to dinner, You mouthed back. You and Nick had casual dinners before, but this felt different. Firstly, he’d never surprised you by not telling you when he was coming home before. It was also rare that you had dinner together that wasn’t just drunk late-night Filiberto’s. 

“Um,” You inspected your outfit in one of the studio mirrors, “Yeah, I can be dressed for dinner.” 

“Perfect. I’m outside your studio.” 

“What?” You were in utter disbelief, “What do you mean you’re outside?” 

Clarice looked eyes with you and rushed out of the studio, ready to set her eyes on the man you haven’t been able to shut up about for six months. You followed quickly after, camera bag and backpack slung over your shoulder. 

True to his word, Nick was waiting for you outside, all tanned from his time overseas. His arms open wide, anticipating the way that you jumped into his arms. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?” You asked. 

“I wanted to surprise you.” 

“Mission successful,” Clarice snorted before introducing herself. “Anyway, I have to go. The husband is expecting me home.” 

You said your goodbyes to Clarice once again and climbed into the passenger seat of Nick’s car. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Nothing fancy, an Italian place called Burger Theory. Have you ever been?” 

“This is a big city, Nick. I can’t say I have.” You teased. 

“I heard it's nice, and I know you like food. So I figured, why not.” He was starting to word vomit now, rambling about how excited he was to be back and how much he missed the city. 

“Nick, I have to ask -” You decided to rip the bandaid off, “Is this a date?” 

He scratched the back of his neck. “I was getting to the asking part.” 

“I’d be happy to go on a date with you, Nick.” 

The burgers and brews were delicious. You and Nick had a great time talking about his time in Jerusalem. You talked about your boudoir photoshoots, and Nick joked about photographing you. Finally, you both got tired of the restaurant scene, and Nick offered to drive you both back to his apartment. 

The apartment was surprisingly clean for a bachelor pad, but then again, Nick was hardly home long enough to make a mess. 

“I always thought about you, you know.” He admitted as you lay next to him in bed, a movie playing that you were hardly paying attention to, “Every time I had to leave, I always thought that I was leaving you.” 

“You made me laugh, Nick,” You admitted, “I always liked guys who made me laugh. Frankly, it was too easy to like you.” 

“Remember that night we were playing that drinking game where you put the mustaches on the tv, and we got really drunk and ordered in Filib’s? That was when it all changed for me. You were being such a goof and talking about your last boudoir shoot, and you were just so comfortable in your skin. I fell for you right then and there.” 

You remembered it well. You and Nick entertained each other most of the night by pretending to be each other boudoir sessions. Posing dorkily, trying to be sexy while super drunk. Nick had collapsed onto you after you had put him in a high-stress pose. His lips had hovered close to yours, and you wanted to kiss him so badly. The moment had passed as soon as it had started. 

You adjusted yourself so you could look Nick in the eye. His warm brown eyes drew you in until your lips were a breath's width from his. 

“Kiss me,” You whispered into the quiet room. His soft lips sent butterflies aflutter in your stomach. You’d never known a man who made you feel this wanted. 

“Y/n,” Nick asked when you finally separated for air. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” 

“I’d love to.” 

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