#Ian Malcolm x Reader

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Stolen Glances Pt. 1 - Ian Malcolm

@toomanybandstocare - thank you for the wonderful prompt!! Totally taking you up on it [Prompt Here]

Professor!Ian Malcolm x Student of Professor!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! (Wine?)

Summary: Your father invites his colleague over for dinner and he turns out very different than you expected.

“Dr. Y/L/N!” The man said, walking into the room confidently with a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Professor Malcolm! A grand entrance as always!” You hear your father say from across the hall. You put down your book and walk into the kitchen of your home where your father and- who you were assuming was- Dr. Malcolm pouring wine.

Dr. Malcolm was an interesting man for sure, however his appearance was not what you first noticed. He had a commanding presence, but not threatening. His confidence and charisma radiated off of him. He seemed to know your father well enough to throw out some simple work anecdotes, but nothing of any more substance.

Your father finally noticed your presence in the kitchen and gestured you into the room further.

“My goodness, excuse my manners Ian! This is my daughter, Y/n” Your father says cheerfully. “Y/n, this is Dr. Ian Malcolm, a colleague of mine!”

You reach out and shake his hand firmly and he gives you a small nod. “She happens to be in your particular field of study I believe, Ian!” Your father chimes in.

You turn toward him. “What field of study do you teach, Doctor?”

“I am a man of theoretical mathematics, more specifically… uh.. the amazing possibility of.. um.. chaos theory!” He smiles brightly “Do you happen to be a student of.. uh.. theoretical math Y/n?”

“I’m actually not very familiar with theoretical math, however I am interested in the theories surrounding it. Currently, I’m pursuing the study of general, or to you more practical, mathematics at the university” You reply. “So you study the work of Edward Lorenz?”

He looked stunned for a moment. He had barely known anyone interested in chaos theory in his lifetime, and an undergraduate student was talking about Edward Lorenz, the inventor of the theory he bases his life’s work on. He practically grinned from ear to ear as he looked you up and down to evaluate you.

“See Ian, I told you she was something special” Your father said, beaming with pride. You put on a faux innocent expression and simply said “What?”. Then you made eye contact with the professor.

Just then is when the weight of his appearance hit you. His eyes bored holes in yours, sparkling with curiosity. He was dressed all in black attire, a button down and slacks from work you were assuming, except the top few buttons on his shirt were undone and his sleeves were rolled up. You could see the chain he was wearing around his neck under his shirt and the many rings he had. His dark framed glasses slid down on his nose so you were looking right at him, his dark curly hair hiding none of his face.

Your faux innocence faltered severely, causing a shy smile and a large blush to creep up on your cheeks as you broke eye contact and looked down at your shoes. You heard him chuckle slightly from in front of you and then finally raised your head back up to look at your father.

“So,” you said “what’s for dinner?”

“Steak dinner tonight Y/n, only the best when we have guests over!” He laughed heartily.

“Please, don’t go through trouble for me-“ Malcolm started

“Nonsense!” Your father interrupted. “We have to celebrate anyway, dear Y/n is starting her last year of classes before she is off to graduate school this week as well, it’s no trouble at all!”

“Congratulations!” Professor Malcolm said looking over at you again. “That’s a big achievement to make it this far.”

“Well thank you, Dr. Malcolm. I got my schedule today and I think you will be pleased to hear there may be a theoretical mathematics course on my roster. My father said he wanted to go over it with me anyways tonight.”

He looked you straight in the eyes again and your heart sped up. It was difficult to keep eye contact with him for a long time. He was a man that practically screamed intelligence and power, and for the first time in your life you couldn’t get enough of it. The magnetism alone took you completely by surprise.

“Well don’t just stand there! Dinner’s about ready, why don’t you go get your roster from your room and bring it down here for afterwards.” Your father suggested.

“Happy to, be right back.” You said and you swiftly exited the room.

You went to your room and grabbed the Manila envelope off of your bed. Y/N Y/L/N was printed in big bold letters on the front. You turned and exited your room to walk swiftly through the hallways back to the kitchen. You suddenly saw a shadow round the corner just before you bumped into it and jumped back, startled.

“I’m so sorry, truly, I.. uh.. apologize” You hear, realizing it’s only the professor you nearly walked into.

“No worries at all sir, I just got startled” You say with a breath of relief.

“No need to call me sir, Y/n. Dr. Malcolm is fine, but please just call me Ian, if you’re more uh comfortable with that.” He said with a smirk playing on his lips as he pushed his glasses up.

“Well Dr. Mal- sorry, Ian, thank you for coming.”

“Please is mine. Your father sent me to get wine glasses, do you uh know where those might be?” He asked, leaning against the wall he was next to.

“First cabinet down this hallway, there should be 3 perfectly clean glasses on the left.” You replied.

“Thank you, uh, very much”

You make your way to the kitchen and meet your father’s giddy smile.

“What do you think of him?” Your father says.

“He seems intelligent, good humor I suppose.” You put forward attempt a nonchalant tone. “He’s quite the personality”

“He may be your professor someday Y/n! Wouldn’t that be lovely!” You hear him giggle. Your father was always happy-go-lucky, but he always seemed especially happy when company came over.

“All good things I hope?” You hear from behind you.

You turn to face the voice that rattled you. You discover Ian leaning against the door frame with three glasses in his hands. His glasses slide down his nose and you look into his eyes through them, having to look up to be able to see his tall frame. He flashes you a wink when you linger on him a little too long and your face heats up wildly.

“Always” You hear your father say.

You take the glasses from him and set them on the counter next to the bottle of wine he brought over. You feel heat rise up from behind you as Ian reaches over you to grab the bottle of wine and uncork it. You have seriously never not been able to control your impulses and thoughts, but something about him breaks down every barrier.

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You get through the delicious dinner with nothing more than slight glances over the table and his occasional smirk. You got to discuss some theory with him, which was a great experience. Discussions of the major influences of current mathematics, difference in theoretical vs. practical statistics, other things you had been learning and studying for your many years of university.

You finally got to discuss the schedule for your next year of classes with your father, but he insisted that Dr. Malcolm stay to give you advice for your last semester. It wasn’t a horrible idea in concept, actually you would’ve normally appreciated the opportunity, but the man in question was driving you crazy and you couldn’t understand why. While him leaving meant you would probably never see him again so you could focus, you really wanted him to stay. No one had ever made you blush like he did and you wanted to get to the bottom of why, Even if it involved getting a drink or two with him.

“Euclidean Geometry with a Dr. Hack, Probability in Statistics III with a Dr. Brown, and-“ Your father paused “Application of Chaos Theory with our very own Dr. Ian Malcolm! What a coincidence!” You father beamed out with joy, lightly tapping you on the arm.

“Well you will be one of my most interesting, uh, students, Y/n.” He said, looking you in the eye. “I’ll be seeing more of you then?” He added, leaning in.

“Let’s see where it goes, Dr. Malcolm” You say, bolder than you meant which immediately causes you to shrink back. He gives you an all knowing smile, looking right through you.

For once, you were excited for school to start again.

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[prins-maurice]

Strange Attractors - Ian Malcolm x Reader (smut)

Strange Attractors - The Lost World (4423 words) by WizardToad

Summary: After recovering from the events at Jurassic Park Ian Malcolm signs an NDA, reserving himself to the somewhat quiet life of teaching. When you show up, however, you turn his life upside down. Giving into desires you both know you shouldn't, while a man called Richard Levine keeps pestering him about a so-called Lost World. (Smut in chapter 3)

Chapter 1: That’s Plagiarism, Young Lady

His lips make their way over your shoulder as his hair tickles your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hands roam freely over your curves. The aroma of his cologne mixed with the coffee on his breath envelops you. He grips your waist and lifts you up, setting you down on his desk. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him flush to your core as your lips meet once again. His hands squeeze your thighs at the sensation. Your hands slide over his black shirt, almost ripping the buttons open-.

You manage to shake out of your chaotician-induced hypnosis just in time to see the one and only Dr. Ian Malcolm squinting at you in the bright sunlight. Shit, the whole auditorium is looking at you, he must’ve asked you a question. He knows he caught you daydreaming and a self-satisfactory grin appears on his face. A single ray of sunshine creeps in through the window, shining right on the man in front of you. Paying attention to Professor Malcolm's lectures was never easy, but the way the golden rays reflect off the stray gray hairs on the side of his head is making it entirely impossible today. You haven't heard a single word the man has said, too sucked up in your daydream.

“If you recall, miss (Y/L/N), we were just talking about the ways in which self-organizing behaviours of complex systems are of interest to the study of evolution.” He gestures with his hand, urging you to continue.

Fuck, you really should’ve been paying attention. You were a good student, you really were, but he had caught you off-guard now. He loved tormenting you like that. Dr. Malcolm had been talking your ear off about this a few nights ago when you were reading some papers from a freshman course. Racking your brain for something to spew out, you remember a bit he said about adaptation and the way complex systems seem to strike a balance between the need for order and the imperative to change, locating themselves at the edge of chaos. He raises his eyebrows and smirks, satisfied with your answer. You mentally wipe the sweat from your forehead as he continues his lecture.

Malcolm’s is the last class on Friday evening so the students practically storm out of the auditorium the second it's over. You, however, still have TA duties to fulfill. You deeply regret agreeing to spend the evening working on some stuff in his office. It seemed like a good idea at the time, the two of you alone. You've had a major crush on your professor ever since you stepped foot in his class. Hell, it's the whole reason you applied to become his TA. But now it just felt silly, and you’d rather be in a bar getting shit-faced with your roommate. 

As the others stampede out like a herd of buffalo, you saunter over to his desk at the front. He’s still packing away his papers.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you copying me word for word. That’s plagiarism young lady” He teases, sending you a lopsided smile 

“Well you did put me on the spot, I had to say something” You lean against his desk, cracking your back. If they’re gonna make people sit in them for two hours, they really should make those damn chairs a bit more comfortable.

“Or maybe you should just pay attention to the lecture next time” He closes his bag and you roll your eyes. He pauses for a minute, thinking. The curiosity kills him, he has to ask. “What were you so preoccupied with?” He comes around the desk and leans next to you, the height difference even more apparent now. 

You feel your ears burning red, recalling the daydream you’d had earlier. You couldn’t tell him the truth, obviously. You scramble for something to say, managing to come up with “Oh, just this assignment for Dr. Thorne’s class. He’s making us solve one of his impossible engineering mysteries again, you know how he is.” You laugh awkwardly, hoping he doesn’t inquire further about the non-existent assignment. He nods “Yeah, typical.” he hums. You let out a soft sigh of relief, he bought it. He swings his bag over his shoulder and ushers you toward his office “C'mon, we've got a lot of work to do tonight.”

As Dr. Malcolm’s TA, you were usually tasked with doing the shitty jobs he didn't want to do. You sometimes wonder why he even has a TA if he barely needs help with anything useful. So now you were stuck in his office, entering research data into the computer on his desk while your roommate was out partying. 

He paces the office with long strides, focused on the papers in his hand. He stares at them with a frown. "Can you believe this shit?" You look up from the computer, finger on the paper in front of you to keep track of the number you were just about to enter. 

"Douchebag" he mutters. 

"Everything okay Dr. Malcolm?"

He looks up at you, a glint in his eyes. He loves it when you call him Dr. Malcolm. He’d never admit it of course, but it made him feel strong and authoritative. For years after the park, he couldn’t go anywhere without his cane. He used to be known as the rock star scientist, and now people just looked at him with pity. Having to rely on others had made him feel weak, the way they looked at him as they helped him up, or held the door open for him, it drove him crazy. Everyone treated him like a sick puppy, except you. You still looked at him with that sense of wonder in your eyes, as if you couldn’t believe that you were standing in front of the great Dr. Malcolm, and he eats it up every time. It makes him feel like his work is still worth something. 

He appreciated that you never asked about this injury either. After the park, everyone involved signed an NDA, forced to keep quiet about what really went down in Costa Rica. Ever since then people haven’t stopped pestering them with their crazy conspiracy theories, some more accurate than others. Regardless, he had to keep to his story, and lie to the masses. Lie to you. His leg had been much better these days, though. He didn’t need his cane anymore, but he felt his reputation had been tarnished anyway.

"Remember that uh- scientist who interrupted my lecture last week? What's his name, uh- Levine. He's convinced there's a real Lost World somewhere." 

The Lost World hypothesis was one of the many theories scientists had come up with to try and answer the never-ending questions regarding the K-T extinction event. The hypothesis states that dinosaurs may never have fully gone extinct and that somewhere in the world, there's an isolated haven where there are still living, breathing dinosaurs. It's absurd, but then again most scientific theories are. 

"What? But that's just a theory. It's a fantasy."

"You don't have to tell me" he runs a hand through his hair sighing. You can tell he's bothered by it, maybe more than he should be, but you decide not to press it. 

"He wants me to help him research it. Find the supposed island, go on an expedition, the whole works. He's been bugging me about this theory all week but I didn't think he'd go this far."

"He's completely nuts." You shake your head.

"He's a pain in the ass is what he is" he grumbles, walking up to the desk and throwing the letter in the trash can. He leans on the back of your chair, hands nearly touching your neck making you shiver from the near-contact. You sigh audibly as you enter in the last data on this page, just seven more to go.

“You know what?” He suddenly exclaims, slapping the back of your chair ”We’ve done enough for tonight. We shouldn’t be holed up here all night. Go on home (Y/N)” You lean back in the chair, tilting your head all the way backward to look at him. “You’re the best, Dr. Malcolm. I think my fingers are about to fall off.” You sigh, your brows knit together. He laughs, turning the chair and shooing you out the door.

“Go on, go out and have fun or whatever young people do. See you Monday.”

“See you Monday Dr. Malcolm.” You wave him goodbye as you walk to your dorm. Your roommate had let you know which bar she was going to, and it was still early enough to quickly change and meet up with her there. Easy peasy, your Friday night could still be saved. 

- Chapter 2 -

[lolahauri]

Ian Malcolm would be the type of guy to sit you in his lap and finger you until you cry while reading his emails, denying you his cock every time you beg for it instead.

"Be a good girl and wait till daddy's done with his work, 'kay sweetheart?"

[finnofamerica]

The Next Future Mrs. Malcolm- Ian Malcolm X reader | Smut

Summary: Reader enjoys a very romantic night out with Dr. Ian Malcolm.

Word Count: 2,234

Date Posted: 03.25.24

Prompt: Could it be a smutty romantic fic of Ian with a GF with a praise kink?

TW: AFAB LANGUAGE USED, Toy use in public, dirty talk, praise, oral (giving)

Note: The toy Used is the Lovense Lush 3. Linked so you can get a visual.

🔞MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞

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The package left on your doorstep was a large brown box unceremoniously taped closed. There was no return address, but you suspected you knew who it was from. See, your boyfriend Ian just got back from his book tour, and he loves to surprise you with a romantic night out. 

You opened the box, the true surprise inside. There were several beautifully wrapped boxes of different sizes, each completed with a neatly tied bow. Sitting on the very top of the pile was a note. 

Y/n,

Pamper yourself today. I’ll pick you up at 7:30 for dinner, and your outfit is included in the box. I can’t wait to see you, Beautiful. 

Ian

You did exactly that. You spent the morning in the shower exfoliating, shaving, and doing anything else that you could think of in preparation for your surprise date. Ian had bought you an entirely new outfit—new lingerie that contrasted your skin beautifully and gave you the perfect amount of cleavage. A small box contained a pair of thin, silvery dangling earrings that looked like stars falling from the sky when the light hit them just right, as well as a matching bracelet. A large champagne-colored box contained the dress that hugged your body like a second skin. But there was another box, baby pink, wrapped in a champagne bow. 

Your brows furrowed, and a complete outfit was sitting on your bed in front of you; you couldn’t imagine what was in this box. Gently, you untied the bow and opened the lid, a note falling from it as you did. Inside sat an oddly shaped hot pink silicone device. It was kind of egg-shaped, with a long, thin “tail” extending from one end to a small circle that had a button. 

You inspected the smooth surface of the device before picking up the note. Ian gave you directions to the app to download and instructions on how to share control of the device. Taking it to the bathroom, you gave the device a quick wash with mild soap before setting it on a clean towel to dry and setting an alarm for six-thirty. 

Your heart raced as you stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the gorgeous black body con dress that accentuated your features. The vibrator was surprisingly easy to insert with a little bit of lube, and the shape allowed it to sit inside your vaginal canal without slipping out; it was quite a snug, comfortable fit. The tail sat outside of your body, curling up toward your stomach, held against your skin by the crotchless panties Ian had bought you. 

You inspected your appearance. You looked hot. Ian really knew how to dress you, and telling you what to wear was one of his favorite things. He wasn’t the type of guy who told you what to wear because he didn’t want other men to think you looked sexy. In fact, his intentions were almost the exact opposite. Ian loved buying you clothes and dressing you because he wanted other men to be jealous. He wanted to show you off to the world and show them the gorgeous woman he bagged. 

Seven-thirty on the dot, there was a knock at your door. Ian stood on the other side, towering above your short stature, with a single rose, dethorned, and a mischievous grin on his lips. 

“Hi, Sweetheart,” He scanned your outfit and caressed your cheek, “Don’t you look beautiful.” 

You couldn’t fight the smile on your face as heat rushed to your cheeks. He’d just arrived, and he was already turning you into a melty puddle of girl goo. “Thank you.” 

“Spin so I can get the full view.” 

You obeyed his request, turning slowly as he inspected you. The second your back was fully turned, he landed a swift smack to your ass, making you yelp. 

“Just as I thought,” he mused, “You’re perfect.” 

His praise filled you with warmth and an inexplicable desire to please. You were frozen in place as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “And after dinner, I’m ruining that beautiful makeup of yours.” 

And there it was. A rush of arousal shot through you, making you shiver in anticipation. 

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, swallowing down your nerves and taking his hand. 

“Just waiting on you, Beautiful,” He grinned, leading you downstairs to his car. 

The restaurant wasn’t the fanciest in town, not that that mattered to you. You didn’t care if you went to an Olive Garden as long as you were with Ian. It was a lovely white tablecloth restaurant located on the bay with outdoor seating that overlooked the sea. Once parked, Ian reached underneath your dress and turned on the vibrator, connecting his Bluetooth to it so he could control the vibration. 

The lowest setting was a soft steady rumble that pressed against your G-spot with every step as Ian led you to the host stand. 

“I have a reservation for Dr. Malcolm.” He said suavely. 

“Oh!” The host beamed, “Right this way, we have your private table ready.” 

She led you both outside to the patio seating, half of it blocked off with beautiful flowered hedges on rolling planter boxes. You passed through the deliberate gap in the hedges, your table sitting center in the decorated space. 

“Ian,” You squeezed his hand, nerves crawling up your spine, “This is so fancy.” 

Of course, by fancy, you meant expensive. Expensiveness made you nervous - guilty. You didn’t want to be a financial burden. 

“Hey,” He gave you a comforting smile, “Only the best for my gorgeous girl.” 

You let out a shallow breath, letting him guide you to your chair. He pulls it out for you like a gentleman before scooting you in. 

“Here are your menus,” the host said, placing the hard-covered menu books on the table. “Your server will be by shortly.” 

Every aspect of the dinner was lovely, only heightened by the vibrator buzzing inside you. Throughout dinner, Ian had adjusted the settings, making it difficult for you to sit still, but somehow, you managed. You were more worried about wether or not there would be a wet mark on the butt of your dress from how much you felt like you were soaking. 

The vibrator suddenly stopped, making your brows furrow in confusion. You honestly missed the sensation now.

“Y/n, I often used to make jokes about how I’m always looking for the next future ex-Mrs. Malcolm. But I’ve realized I don’t want another Ex-Mrs. Malcolm.” He paused, and your heart sank. Was he breaking up with you? 

“I just want the next Mrs. Malcolm.” Ian got down on his knee. Your breath caught in your chest. “I want you to be the next Mrs. Malcolm, and I am determined to make it last this time. Will you marry me?” 

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded. You hopped out of your chair and pulled him into a hug. 

“Yes, I will.” You kissed him, refusing to let your tears spill over and ruin your makeup. Ian slipped the beautiful moss agate ring on your finger and kissed your hand. You chuckled, “For a second there, I thought you might be breaking up with me.” 

Ian laughed as he helped you back to your seat, “I don’t want to break up with you ever.” 

Finally, the bill was settled, and the server brought out dessert and two glasses of sparkling wine. 

“Congratulations, you both,” The server, Richard, bid his farewell as you enjoyed the final moments of your meal. 

You were completely filled with warmth as Ian drove you both back to your shared apartment. The second the door clicked shut behind you, Ian’s lips were on yours, and his arms wrapped around you. 

“Ian!” You protested with a giggle, “Can we at least make it to the bedroom first?” 

“I don’t know, Sweetheart,” He growled slightly, “You just look so damn good as my fianceé. I can’t wait to make that makeup run.” 

Arousal rushed through you again, practically making you salivate. You managed to separate yourself from him just long enough to get to your knees, hastily undoing the belt to his sleek dress pants, freeing his thick member. 

Ian let out a groan as you licked him root to tip before taking the head of his cock in your mouth, smudging your recently reapplied lipstick. 

“Fuck you’re good at that,” His hand fell to your hair, pulling the strands away from your face. “I remember we we first got together, you could barely get it in your mouth without gagging.” 

You relaxed your throat, inching your way down his cock until your nose pressed to his groin. 

“Look at you now.” He praised, “Deepthroating like a champ. I’m so fucking proud of you.” 

Ian slowly rocked his hips, gently fucking your mouth as you forced yourself to sit on your hands and relinquish control to him. You loved pleasing him, listening to the string of praise falling from his lips as he fucked your throat until tears spilled from your eyes, and arousal was practically pooling on the floor underneath you. 

“I need to feel you,” He pulled his cock out with a satisfying pop, helping you up from the floor. Ian stripped off his shoes and pants before ushering you to your bedroom, swiping the boxes off the bed. “Be a good girl, and let me strip you.” 

You gave him a grin, turning so he could unzip your dress, letting fall to the floor around your heels. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Ian praised, running his hands over the lacy lingerie that he’d picked out for you. Large, warm palms cupped your breast as he kissed your shoulder, taking his time with you. You let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, relaxing into his touch. He undid the clasp to your bra, letting that, too, fall to the floor, leaving you in nothing but crotchless panties and heels. 

He laid you down on the bed, pulling out the vibrator with a wet pop and tossing it to the side. Your hands fumbled with his shirt buttons as he caressed your pussy. 

“So wet already, Sweetheart?” He teased, making you huff. 

“You’re the one who teased me the entire dinner,” You spat back, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, light glinting off your new ring. 

Ian stroked his cock twice before lining the head with your entrance; you let out a breathy sigh as he slid in with ease. As always, his cock filled you to the brim, making you feel pleasurably stretched out. He kissed down your neck to your shoulder as he slowly pumped in and out, taking his time, allowing the pleasure to build in you. 

“God, you feel so good.” He praised, reaching over to grab the Hitachi wand sitting on the bedside table, slotting it perfectly between the two of you. Even the lowest setting built a wave of pleasure in you, “I missed this pussy on my tour. Next time, I’m bringing you with me so I can have it every night.” 

You rolled your hips up into his, moaning softly. “I’d like that. I love pleasing you.” 

His lips met yours again, moving in unison as each thrust pressed the vibrator harder against your clit. 

“Ian -“ you whined slightly, wanting more from the vibrator between you. 

He turned it up to the next setting, stating his condition, “You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to.” 

You nodded helplessly, grinding into the vibrator. Ian picked up his pace, clinging to you like you were the last life preserver on a rocky ocean. Each wave builds that pleasurable pressure within you. A hot coil of arousal burning in the pit of your stomach. 

“Ian -“ You moaned, this one like a warning. “Ian, please, I can’t last much longer.” 

He gripped your hips as he leaned up straighter, one hand holding the vibrator in place. “Come for me, Y/n, be a good girl and come for your Finacé.” 

It was like he pulled the ripcord as your building orgasm released and your entire body spasmed around his cock.

“Good girl.” Ian praised. His name fell from your lips, fragmented by moans as he turned up the vibrator again, fucking you stupid. “Good girls get rewarded.” 

It was like you were floating into space as he held the vibrator to your oversensitive clit. Every thought left your mind as you drooled into the pillow, riding out the aftershocks being sent through you. Another orgasm built in your core as he continued to rock into you, washing over you the second it hit its peak, no longer able to maintain control. It was wave after wave of orgasms rolling through your body.  It wasn’t until you hit your fourth that Ian’s hips finally stuttered as he spilled his seed deep in your cunt. 

He collapsed on the two of you, turning off the vibrator and removing it. His heart pounded in his chest against yours as you regained your breath and your soul returned to your body. 

Ian peppered kisses to your cheek as he held you close, both of you exhausted from your romp. 

“Good night, future Mrs. Malcolm.” He whispered in your ear as you both drifted off into a very restful night of sleep. 

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g o o d o m e n s All I Want For Christmas Aziraphale's Favorite Author Dance on a Tightrope of Weird Free as My Hair His Love is All in Me How the Wine Plays Tricks on My Tongue Lockdown Blues Making Biscuits My Heart's a Stereo Naked in That Garden (18+) Out There Making DuckTales Pickin' Up the Pieces of the Mess You Made Road to Hell Something Meaty For The Main Course Step Too Far Tongue Tied Your Love is Holy (18+)

f a l l o f t h e h o u s e o f u s h e r Tomorrow I Shall Be Fetterless (18+)

f r i g h t n i g h t Emptiness to Melody Everybody Scream in Our Town of Halloween Fixed Up to the Nines Howl Like an Animal in the Darkness I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself (18+) I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin' Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (18+) Make Me Glow Night of Long Fangs (18+) Parade of Dancing Skeletons Talk So Pretty (18+) Who Are You Supposed To Be, Criss Angel? (18+)

h a u n t i n g o f b l y m a n o r ???

j u r a s s i c p a r k / w o r l d Best Behavior The Future Ex Mrs. Malcolm

p r o d i g a l s o n But Then My Stupid Phone Beeps Never Fallen From Quite This High Office Supplies Rude Boy They are the Hunters, We are the Foxes Trigger Happy With a Sense of Poise (18+)

s l o w h o r s e s Imposing Figure Inappropriate

[katiestardoodles]

You know the brain rot is so real when you’ve seemingly read all the reader insert fics of a certain mathematician

Sure seems like I have anyways I can’t count how many times I’ve checked the tag lol

And there aren’t any good bots on chai I’m tempted to make my own(again)

[junopersonified]

Under Your Skin - Ian Malcolm

Includes: Ian Loves to Tease, And Patronise, Bratty!Reader, Jealous!Reader, PwP, Oral (M Receiving), Car Sex, Riding, Consensual Choking, Slight Voyeurism? Size Kink, Spit Kink (I Apologise).

The air was hot and thick with trepidation.

You’d been stuffed into the back of one of the tour cars for over an hour now, stuck directly outside the T-Rex pen, and your patience was wearing thin.

In the midst of the Southern American Summer, paired with an oncoming thunderstorm that rumbled in the distance; the car was sweltering.

Beside you, Dr. Ian Malcolm, who had no shame in stripping from his leather jacket down into his thin black button-up, with the top few buttons undone.

From out of your peripherals, aimlessly flicking through pages of Dr. Grant’s book (Tim had given it to you to read in the journey towards the park’s reception, the kids having stayed with Ellie to look after the sick Stegosaurus), Ian’s chest shone with perspiration.

You had to psychically stop yourself from crawling over the backseats and lapping the salty sweat up.

But you refrained for once, out of pure courtesy for Alan—sitting in the front seat, who did not need to witness that—and because you were in a mood with Ian.

Earlier in the ride, before meeting with the ill dinosaur, Ian couldn’t resist flirting with the paleobotanist.

As he traced over Ellie’s hand, whispering about his beloved ‘Chaos Theory’ and paying her sweet compliments, his gaze had raked over your figure in the front-seat beside Ellie.

He tugged his plush bottom lip between his teeth, dipping his index and middle finger into a near cup of water. You had to squeeze your thighs together quickly (thankfully unbeknownst to Ellie or Alan, who too had an envious glint in his eyes as he watched the interaction), which Ian definitely did not miss.

You knew Ian’s had a penchant for meaningless flirting and even thought it was harmless, anger coursed through your veins.

Truly, you had not right to be upset—you and Ian weren’t a couple, just friends with a fucked up relationship dynamic. A couple years back, you were one of Ian’s college students before earning your PhD in taphonomy.

Throughout your time having Ian as a professor, neither of you could ignore how Ian’s gaze never seemed to leave yours as he explained something, or how your slender hand traced across his thigh as you thanked him for helping you on an equation.

It was an honest coincidence that John Hammond had both invited you to Jurassic Park on the same week.

At first you’d internally squealed when you spotted Ian at the heli-pad, but now you just wanted to leave.

You didn’t want to see Ian Malcolm’s smug face ever again.

.

.

.

That was a lie.

Despite how irritated you were, you couldn’t stay angry at Ian for long. Especially not when his hips bucked upwards slightly, adjusting his black jeans that had rolled up his large thighs in a way that oozed sex.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” Ian questioned, his gum smacking as he chewed it vigorously—your knees felt like jelly.

Gritting your teeth, turning a page, you responded, “I’m fine. I just want to get back to the centre and have dinner.”

His laugh echoed in the car, that sort of growl and rugged sound tugged at the corners of your lips, but you resisted the small smile that tried to weasel its way onto your face.

“You’re pretty squished there, why don’t you shuffle over, plenty of room back here.”

You scoffed, “Perfectly un-squished, actually.”

Resting his elbow against the window, his head supported by his fist, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, “What’s the matter, sweetheart? You scared? Don’t be scared.”

His voice came out as a light coo, it irked you that he was talking down to you so. However a coil turned in your stomach at the pet name.

“Not at all, are you scared, Dr Malcolm?” You asked sweetly, fluttering your eyelashes up at him.

“I am, petrified, hysterical even, think you might need to help calm my nerves down.” He teases calmly, signifying for you to move on closer with a wag of his fingers.

Alan stared at you through the rear-view mirror, sipping at his water bottle uncomfortably. Rolling your eyes, you slammed the book shut, not worrying about loosing the page you’d been skimming over for the past 10 minutes.

“If you insist.” You huff, as if Ian’s request was the worst thing imaginable—secretly you loved his determined tonation. Scooting into the middle seat, he tutted.

“Come on, I won’t bite, unless you beg for it.” He leant into your ear. Goosebumps pricked at the slick skin at your neck at his cool, minty breath.

You hesitated.

Before you could inch further, large warm palms wrapped around your waist, picking you up and gently placing you down.

Now, you’re short-clad leg’s burned as they stuck against Ian’s jeans. From here you could smell his cologne, you were desperate to press your nose into his nape and inhale his scent.

He politely tugged your thin shirt back over your stomach as it had risen up slightly.

“Much better.” Ian winked at you behind his sunglasses, patting your lower-thigh gingerly, interestingly enough forgetting to removing his palm though.

“How much longer do you think we’ll be here for?” He asked Alan. The palaeontologist shrugged, checking his wrist watch, “If we’re lucky, half an hour?”

Ian nodded, his free hand scratching at the stubble around his jugular—that looked so appetising under the moonlight.

Suddenly, an idea sprung to his mind. You could tell by the way he slid further into his seat, slyly raising one of his eyebrows.

You almost jumped when the pad of his finger began to circle your smooth skin.

Swiftly, slapping at his hand, gaping into his hazel eyes with the intention of scolding him for being so shameless—his finger pressed against your lips.

Your chest heaved, as his wrist slowly moved back to your leg, only further upwards now. Exhaling deeply, your eyes squeezed shut when he pinched at the fat of your thigh, he gazed at your attentively before speaking.

“Say, don’t you want to check on Gennaro up there? Must be lonely all on his own, with only his fist to keep him company.”

Alan’s eyebrows furrowed, why did Ian suddenly give a shit about the jobsworth, lawyer.

“He can beat one out to insurance and company negligence, I’m sure he’s alright.” Alan retorted, unknowing as to what was going on behind his seat.

At that point, Ian’s fingers grazed over your throbbing heat, tucked behind the small cargo shorts.

Although you gnawed at the inside of your cheek at the thought of Alan spotting you two, a certain thrill tingled at your spine, stemming from the area Ian was touching.

It was getting trickier to stay silent, only deepened when Ian pressed a featherlight kiss to your temple, neck to your hairline that was brushed with sweat.

“You got any cigarettes tucked away in those lovely shorts there?” Ian asks loudly, already knowing the answer, patting the tops of your back pocket.

Peering into the back seat, Ian’s just quick enough to retract his touch before Alan sees.

Ian knew Alan hated smoking after nearly entering a heated debate in the helicopter about carcinogens. This would surely shoo him away.

“Seriously?” Alan groans, throwing himself back into the head-rest. Ian raised his hands defensively, snickering to you whilst he popped a stick between his lips.

Without another word, Dr. Grant kicked the door open and rushed towards the other tour car, the rain beating down on his bare arms, leaving you and Ian alone finally.

“Well, that was easier than predicted—see, the Chaos Theory strikes again.” You shake your head at the older man’s antics, reaching for the lighter in his leather jacket’s pocket.

Bringing the flame closer to the cigarette, he took a long drag as it lit, leaning backward to exhale the smoke into the car’s already stuffy air.

You couldn’t look away, the slight bob in his Adam’s apple, the way his tongue pokes at his cheeks, the silver dog tag danging around his thick neck sticking to his glistening chest.

His low whistle and the cigarette waved in front of your face brings you back to reality, you mutter a small apology before hastily inhaling the smoke.

“You started smoking, you’ve grown up fast.” He comments, and you nod steadily, brushing ash off your shorts.

“I’ve always been grown—at least since we first met.”

“‘Course, but back then you had this innocence about you. Like a little deer in the headlights during some of my lectures.” He chuckles lowly, stealing the cigarette back.

“Mmm, only because you’d prefer to tell us about your night at a bar instead of… teaching us?” Ian purses his lips.

“I think I was with ex-wife number two then.” He mumbled, rubbing at the crease between his brows, cigarette perched between those irresistibly large fingers. “How many wife’s you on now? Must be what… 5?”

Chuckling he shrugs, “Ask me after the trip, and I can give you a definitive answer.”

From squinting out the window into the T-Rex pen, you head snaps to meet Ian’s lustful gaze. A thick cloud of smoke swirls through the car now.

The lighthearted atmosphere thickens, into something hotter—more passionate.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You question, subconsciously leaning further into his body so your faces are inches away from colliding.

His whisper’s sultry and soft, you can feel a mean throbbing between your legs, “Whatever you want it to mean, sweetheart.”

Gazing down at your lips and back into your eyes, milliseconds later, his lips press against yours in a deep kiss. His arm wrapped around your waist to pull you into his lap, instantly straddling him.

He was significantly larger (in all departments) than you, and your legs ached as they clamped over each of his, lips still attached.

Pulling away for a moment, his lips followed yours until you pushed his shoulders back down, he grumbled taking another drag.

His dumb sunglasses, he insisted on wearing day and night, obstructed his gorgeous chocolate eyes—you needed them off immediately.

Pushing them further up into his head, Ian got the hint and chucked them into the passenger seat.

Wrapping his forearm around your neck, he drew you back in for another kiss. Except this time, his tongue teased at the seam of your lips, respectfully asking for entry rather than barging in.

Your tongues tangled and your teeth clashed, it was a messy kiss—but neither of you cared.

You could still taste the mint-gum residue mixed with the cigarette smoke, which would usually make your hurl, but on Ian, it only amplified your arousal.

Hands gripping at the buttons of his shirt, you rolled your hips over his bulging crotch , trying to get as close as physically possible.

Chests and hips flushed, Ian began to press wet pecks against your cheek, dancing over your flushed cheeks before kissing your jawline.

Placing your chin on his shoulder, he licked a long strip from your collarbone to your neck, nipping at a particularly sensitive spot that had your stomach tensing and eyes rolling.

“Goddd, I need you to touch me, now.” You whined, your tone seemed demanding, which Ian caught on to immediately,

Pulling away from your neck; that smelled so strongly of your signature perfume that made Ian’s cock twitch; Ian tutted when your eyebrows furrowed.

“Do I have to remind you of who’s in charge here?” He raised an eyebrow in question. You narrowed your eyes and took a drag of the discarded cigarette Ian was still holding and blew the smoke into Ian’s face.

“Go on then.” You uttered, lips grazing Ian’s eyebrow as you pressed a curt kiss to his temple.

Instantly, Ian shoved you off his lap and you landed in the footwell. Your head almost smacked against the drivers seat, but Ian was quick to save you, cupping your head in his large hands.

Fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper, you instructed he relax and take a minute, despite your taunts a mere minute ago.

Passing him the smoke, your dainty hands worked their way at pulling his jeans down his hairy, tanned legs, leaving him in some navy boxers.

You almost drooled at the sight of his happy trail, dipping down into his boxers. The outline of his cock was barely visible under the fraction of light from the moon offered.

Nibbling at his thigh, you almost squealed in delight as he twitched, parted lips emitting a low groan. He was getting impatient.

“Easy there, don’t want to strain yourself too much.” You pout, kissing up his legs until your lips reached the cotton material.

His hands massaged down your back, until they reached your shorts, palming the meat of your bum as you pulled at the waistband of his boxers, to which he almost whined at.

“I might explode if you don’t touch me soon, I’m not in my prime anymore, you know.”

You snickered, kneeling up to kiss his lips sweetly, “In your old age, of course.” He laughed, lightly slapping your cheek.

Finally, you tugged his pants down until they hung loosely around his ankles.

By now, pre-cum was beading at the head of his dick. He was definitely above average in length, and the girth was proportional too.

His heavy balls visibly tightened as you flicked your tongue at them, spreading his legs slightly with your hands.

“So filthy, who would’ve thought?” He chucked lowly, heartily and breathlessly as you kissed your way up the side of his length until you reached his head.

“You obviously don’t know me well enough.” You shrugged, wrapping your mouth around him and bobbing your head slowly.

Staring up at him under your fluttery lashes, Ian could feel himself come undone almost immediately.

The warmth of your mouth and the tightness was just too much for him, you could feel him pulse around you, swivelling your tongue over his tip.

With a loud hiss, like he’d cut himself, he came. Shoving your head down until your nose nestled into the dark curls around his cock, he used your mouth like a ragdoll.

Removing his hands from your hair (that was most certainly tangled and matted by how harsh he was gripping) you didn’t come up for air.

Ian shuddered as you breathed through your nose, tickling his lower abdomen, still suckling at his soft cock that still bashed against the back of your throat.

Slapping your cheek, swallowing his cum that hadn’t already been shot down you, you released him with an audible ‘pop’, moaning at the sight of the flustered mess above you.

“I’d like to say we are more than well acquainted, especially now.” He gasped, rubbing at his cock that was quickly turning hard again. “You think?”

Taking your own shorts and panties off now, you jumped up into Ian’s lap. Your pussy rubbed against his cock, lubing him up with your saliva and wetness.

“You want to take control, baby? Want to ride me in the car, when Alan and Gennaro are just metres away?” Pouting innocently, you nodded.

“God, you are such a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ian Sir.” A guttural sound escaped him, wrapping his arm around your waist, one hand pressed against one of your cheeks, he lifted you up.

The tip of his rock hard cock smacked against your clit as you grabbed it. Smacking Ian’s tip against your heat, you sank down, taking inch by inch, going deeper and deeper…

Both of your moans filled the smoky car, hopefully the pattering of rain would muffle your noises for Alan and Gennaro’s sake.

Tucking your head into the nape of Ian’s neck, he cooed as you shivered, moving your hips in a slowwww circle.

“Sweetheart, you think you can do it on your own? I know it’s a biggg stretch, but you can take it.” He praised, you whimpered as his hands gripped under your thighs, lifting you up and down on his cock manually.

After a minute or so of Ian helping, you placed your hands on his shoulders and bounced yourself. “So fucking good, needed you so bad.”

Ian stared at your blissed out expression, your eyes creased as you whimpered out his name, baby hairs stuck to your sweaty face.

Your thighs began to burn as you picked up the pace, perspiration pooled in every crevice of your bodies.

His balls slapped against your bum and the smack! of your thighs on his was pure heaven.

What almost pushed you over the edge after a few minutes was when Ian’s large hand came to wrap around your neck.

At first he didn’t apply any pressure, just resting it there whilst his other hand toyed with your clit. “You want it? All you gotta do is ask, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you breathed out incoherent sentences, words blurring into the other as you pushed yourself deeper and ground your hips.

“Nuh uh, use your words for me now.”

“Yes! God thank you, harder, harder.” You screamed, placing both your hands over one of Ian’s squeezing your throat tighter.

“Don’t be thanking other men, I’m the only one pleasuring you, not him.” His stomach tensed as you giggled, face contorting when his head touched that spongy spot inside you.

“You’re my God the way you feel inside me…” you blurted out, fumbling for oxygen as you rapidly reached for your first orgasm.

Pleasure came tumbling down on you like a house of bricks, pressed flush against Ian, you lazily slumped forwards so your chests pressed against the other.

“That good, huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows, laughing when you rolled your eyes and replied.

“Don’t get too cocky, Dr. Ian. You came almost immediately after I got my mouth around you.”

Smiling into a kiss, Ian lifted you up so his cock fell out of your slick pussy, a trail of your cum dripped down onto his sensitive balls that still needed to be milked.

“Think you can take one more for me?” Ian asked cautiously, you were totally fucked out, your brain turned to mush as you smiled deliriously at him over your shoulder.

“Use me, never know when we’ll see each other again so don’t waste your time.”

Growling like he was in heat, he slapped your bum and turned you over so your hands pressed against the window, knees bent underneath you.

He plunged into you, your only warning being his hot breath against the shell of your ear as he moaned.

“Your mine to use, huh? Could tell we’d end up like this. No Chaos Theory here, just inevitability.” He waffled, his mind hazy, forearm pushing against your stomach.

Ian could feel his cock in your insides, which only spurred his movements fasted. Pistoning his hips whilst his fingers darted into your mouth, covering them in spit.

Eyes glossing over tiredly, you looked over your shoulder and made eye contact with Ian. Your back pressed against his sticky chest, hair tickling his upper arm when you leaned back.

His lips connected with yours instantly, letting out a deep sigh when you tugged at his coco curls.

“So tight, can feel you pulsing around me. Feels like pure ecstasy.” He whimpered, biting at your neck that was turning red from his earlier grasp.

You could tell he was approaching his second orgasm by the way his hips began to falter, but so were you.

Rubbing furiously at your clit, your impending release creeped up your spine and exited with a loud cry, shuddering around Ian’s cock.

“I love you, Ian.” You moaned. Even though your brain was practically mush and Ian was drunk off the feeling of your skin and sound of your sweet moans, you truly meant it.

“I love you too, so so much.”

And so did he.

“Fuuck… I’m cumming, did so good f’me, so fucking hot.” With that, he painted your insides with thick spurts of hot cum.

If you weren’t so drained and overstimulated, you might’ve come once again when he grabbed your chin.

“Open nice and wide for me, honey.” Peeling your mouth apart, a glob of his saliva slowly dripped down onto your eagerly awaiting tongue.

Removing himself from behind you, he sat you down in his laps and cradled you.

“Swallow for me.” You did, sticking your tongue out for him to check after.

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you. A star, top quality performance.” He joked, pecking your cheek lovingly as he traced hearts over the crescent of your waist.

“Weren’t so bad yourself, Doctor.”

A few minutes later, when you’d both gotten back into your clothes, the tour cars began to move again. However all you could focus on was the man above you, wittering on about everything and nothing.

You didn’t know what was meant for the both of you; with the implied future proposal; the fact you’d both have to go back to your own lives; but one thing was for sure, you loved Ian Malcolm and he loved you.

[mlmxreader]

Not a Clue | Ian Malcolm x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ What do you think of 98. “I need to snuggle.” “Why?” “Cold.” ? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Malcolm goes to see his partner whilst they're at work, even if it's just for a bit of a chat.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, arachnids, snakes (specifically my babies <3)

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spotlight fundraiser : ̗̀➛ Help Dr Bashar to evacuate his family from Gaza

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You stretched as you read through the previous day's log; everything had been fed, except for the scorpions. You rolled your eyes, of course no one fed them - it was always down to you to make sure that they were kept properly, as everyone else was too scared to bother.

The perk of being the only ecologist in your team who actually knew the key signs of aggression and defensive behaviour to look for; the perk of being the only one in your team who actually liked arachnids.

You nodded to yourself, deciding that they should be fed first, and started to make your way over to where the crickets, locusts, mealworms, waxworms, earthworms, snails, and both kinds of roaches were kept - but you stopped when you heard the door open, and you raised a brow.

The familiar scent of recently cleaned leather bit you in the nose, and you relaxed immediately.

"Doctor Malcolm," you hummed. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

Ian shrugged as he leaned against the table and rubbed his hands together; his knuckles were red and raw from the cold, and his fingers weren't as quick as they should have been. "It's, uh, it's always warm in here, isn't it? How'd you manage?"

You grabbed the tank of locusts and brought it to the table. "Plents of heat mats, UVB bulbs, and never opening the window. How else?"

He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Y'know, all these, uh, creepy crawlies - you'd think that InGen would've hired you."

You scoffed as you glared at him and grabbed a pair of rubber tipped tongs. "You really think, after everything, that they give a single solitary fuck about ecology? When they practically destroyed several ecosystems?"

Ian hummed, watching with only slight discomfort as you grabbed a locust and opened one of the scorpion tanks; it was a big bugger. At least the length of his hand from the tip of his middle finger, with thick armoured pincers and a prominent, hairy, stinger; a blueish hue, the arachnid looked like something from a shitty monster film.

He cringed as he watched it grab the locust between two giant claws, and smash its venomous stinger right into the middle, nearly splitting the thing in half.

"You actually like these things?"

You grinned as you closed the tank and locked it, watching with fascination at it began to munch on its prey. "I think they're wonderful, Malcolm, you know that... saying that, actually, did you feed ours?"

He shook his head as he threw his hands up. "Oh no! I, uh, I thought we agreed, baby, that uh, you could have them - but you feed them."

You rolled your eyes fondly at him. "They're not that bad."

"One of them nearly took my finger off," he pointed out. "I've gone toe to toe with dinosaurs, I don't need an... a, uh, eight legged snipping machine to chase me."

You wanted to laugh as you brought out the next locust and dropped it into the second tank; Ian didn't mind that one. It was smaller, a uniform shiny black colour with a bit of a brown shine, and a yellowish stinger. It still looked like some sort of monster, though.

"Y'know, Malcolm, Grant came to see me the other day," you explained, "he didn't mind the scorps - he actually helped me."

Ian grimaced slightly; he liked and respected Grant, even considered him a friend, but that wouldn't change his mind. "That won't work on me, you know that."

"So did Sattler," you hummed, locking the second tank and opening the third.

The smallest of the three, it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye; dark brown amongst darker substrate, it was so small that you had to crush the locust's mouth parts before serving it to the little thing. It was, in a way, cute with its small pincers and even smaller stinger.

"Please tell me you're finished," he hummed, and once you had put the tanks and live food back, you nodded. "Did you, uh, did you speak to Sattler recently?"

You nodded as you dusted your hands off and opened one the other tanks; inside it sat a large snake, which hissed in protest for a moment before pressing its mouth to your hand.

It stopped hissing, and laid its head on your thumb; it was an impressive size, with dark brown and black scales alongside yellow and orange markings. It looked perpetually as if it was pissed off. Just looking at its light brown head and black tongue, Ian could see that it was longer than he was tall.

"Yeah," you hummed, gently coaxing the snake out and letting it sit around your shoulders. "Remember? She called me about an interview or something she was doing."

"Oh, right!" He nodded, snapping his fingers. "I, uh, I forgot about that."

You gently placed the snake on the table and started to check over its body; mumbling to yourself about its eyes being clear and none of its scales being damaged. "Why?"

Ian rubbed the back of his neck, waiting for you to put the animal back before he dared to sneak up behind you, his hands resting on your stomach as he pulled your back to his chest. "Well, uh, a little birdie came and told me that someone told the press about us."

You turned around, your hands resting on the lapels of his jacket as you tilted your head to the side. "That may have been me."

"Uh-huh... and what did you say?"

"Nothing much, to be honest," you admitted with a shrug. "Sattler called me and said that people had been asking why you were here so often and what my opinions on InGen were, so I told her."

He nodded slowly. "So you didn't tell about us liv-"

"No," you shook your head. "We agreed. The fact can be public, but not the detail... except the jacket, I told her about you buying me that fancy leather jacket."

Ian nodded back at you for a moment before coaxing you to sit on the table, he stood between your legs and pressed his forehead to your shoulder. "I need to snuggle."

"Why?"

"Cold." He huffed out, practically trying to wrap himself around you.

With a quiet laugh, you pushed him away, daring to kiss his nose. "I have work to be done - unless you have the population density chart of javanimetrus cyaneus in Borneo compared to the Philippines and Indonesia and how it's changed since last year?"

Ian had no fucking clue what any of that meant, so he just smiled. Chaos theory was easy for him, mathematics in general was easy for him - but practical stuff like using those funny little grids and taking samples and collecting specimens to study their relationship to the environment?

He didn't have a clue.

But just as you could listen to him waffle on about his latest theory or whatever, he could listen to you waffle on about how the population of animals like scorpions, spiders, snakes and roaches could determine how healthy a local environment was.

He still didn't know what the fuck a biome was, even though you had explained it thousands of times.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery (thank u for the idea!), @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: mention of menstruation, swearing

Ian and I walked into the convention center arm in arm. I was looking at the itinerary for the lectures while Ian looked over where everything was.

“thank god it’s only one day we have to be here.” Ian pointed out when I showed him that he would have to attend at least four lectures before his lecture even took place. He rubbed his forehead with his free hand before taking off his sunglasses. “Next time I’m just going to agree to my own lecture and we can sneak away before we get roped into anything else.” Ian pulled me close and playfully bit my ear.

”Ian.” I laughed. “For fucks sake! We’re in public.” Ian pulled away and pulled me into a searing kiss.

“screw public.” He teased. “Anyway what are these lectures on anyway?” His head fell against mine as he looked over the paper in my hands.

“Well there is one lecture you won’t get out of.” I pointed out. Ian frowned as I pointed it out. “Led by one Dr. Ellie satler?” Ian sighed and nodded.

“right. The one I agreed to come to months ago and have always found an excuse to miss.” He pouted. “She finally managed to tie me down.” I playfully shoved him.

“shut up Ian. It won’t have anything to do with jurassic park as far as I know. Just something to do with her research on…something.” I laughed. I felt Ian lean some of his weight against me as he sagged in relief. “Now come on. Someone is giving a lecture on chaos theory and you need to be there for that.” I pulled him in the direction of the auditorium and grabbed some seats as far back as we dared.

Ian sat with his hand on my thigh, fingers playing with the hem of my pants. I had to grab his hand a few times to stop him from inching closer to my crotch. I shifted uncomfortably a few times and Ian looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. I waved him off each time and breathed a sigh of relief as I stood up at the end of the lecture.

“god that was long.” I said as I stretched.

“uh (Y/N)?” Ian said softly. I looked over my shoulder at him. Ian’s gaze was fixed on my ass and I almost smacked him until I turned fully to look. “Do you have a change of clothes?” His eyes jumped up to mine and I shook my head.

“I mean technically. But all I packed this weekend was light clothes.” I said, surprised by how calm I was with this. “Figured with the amount of people, and the natural light in this place, it’d be cooler.” Ian nodded.

“I have a change of clothes in the car. It’ll be big on you but it’s black and no matter what happens at least it will cover it up.” Ian stood up and wrapped his jacket around my waist, making it look like he was hugging me from behind so no one else noticed I had bled through the back of my pants. “I’ve got some pads packed too.” I nodded as I leaned back against him.

“you always think ahead.” I murmured as we followed the crowd that was exiting the auditorium. “Why do you have pads in your car?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him again.

“in case of times like this.” He whispered before kissing my cheek. “Wait here. I’ll run out and grab it.” Ian left me by the bathroom and ran out to the car. He came back with a bag and ushered me into the bathroom. When I came back, I handed him the bag back. “Better?” I nodded. “Ok. Go to the next lecture and I’ll run these to the hotel to soak so they don’t stain.” I nodded and pulled Ian into a kiss. “What was that for?” He asked, eyeing me slightly as I pushed him away.

“for being the best partner ever.” I said with a smile. Ian smiled back and walked backwards out of the convention hall while I watched. Once he was gone, I headed to the next lecture to wait for him to come back.

[kilibaggins]

I’d love to see any of the prompts with Ian Malcolm!

Tucking Hair Behind Their Ear | Ian Malcolm

warnings: may have gone a little overboard for this fic being so short but crying, nightmares, death (doesn't ACTUALLY happen but Y/N says it's in the nightmare)

in this fic Y/N: has hair that is able to be tucked behind their ear (sorry to anyone this isn't inclusive to! feel free to request something else. that's just the prompt i spun on my wheel from my physical affection prompts!) and was at the park with ian

A/N: thank you for the request anon sorry it took me so long to actually post !n

Words: 267

Ian wakes up to the sound of you crying next to him in bed. He can tell you're trying unsuccessfully to not  wake him up.

"Y/N- Y/N, hey now." Ian sits up and turns on the light next to the bed, getting a better look at your face. You look at him, sadly, another round of tears falling.

"I didn't mean to wake you up, I'm sorry..." You whisper, your voice cracking a bit. He  leans against the headboard next to you and gently turns your head to him.

"There's uh- No need. Never apologize for this... Here, look, what's going on?" Ian asks, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. You just shake your head and bury your face into his shoulder. He holds you close, his heart breaking as you cry. "P/N, hey... It's alright. I've gotcha."

You stay in his arms until you start to calm down. It's like his arms are the safest place in the world because every time you're in them, it feels like everything bad just melts away. When you finally calm down and the cries wracking your body finally stop you take a deep breath.

"Nightmare. The park... You... You didn't make it." You say, a few more years slipping down your cheeks. He gently wipes away the tears and smiles down at you.

"Well, your dreams are pretty silly huh? Can't get rid of me, uh, that- that easily now can you?" Ian teased, kissing your nose. You chuckle softly and hug him tight. "I'm right here. Not going anywhere."

"Love you, Ian."

"And I you, Y/N... Always."

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I feel like Ian would be the type of partner who goes off on random tangents when he's talking.

I would love to hear him talk about something he's passionate about and just smile as he talks even if I don't understand half of what he's saying.

A/n: -Sobbing- Thank you Anon

You sat on the porch swing with a cup of coffee cradled between your hands as Ian Malcolm paced in front of them, his dark curls catching the golden glow of the setting sun. His hands gestured wildly, his voice rising and falling like a symphony of enthusiasm as he dove into another impromptu lecture.

“Chaos theory, you see, isn’t just about unpredictability—it’s about understanding how small changes in initial conditions can lead to vastly different outcomes,” Ian said, his eyes alight with passion. “Take the butterfly effect, for example. A butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil can set off a tornado in Texas. It’s all connected, every little thing, every decision, every action. Isn’t that just… exhilarating?”

You didn’t fully follow what he was saying but you couldn't help but love the way Ian’s mind worked—how he could find fascination in the unpredictable, the strange, and the interconnected. A small smile forming on the edge of your lips as you took a sip of your coffee, eyes twinkling as you watched him animatedly flay his hands around.

“You’re smiling,” Ian paused mid-pace, his dark eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. “You’re not even listening, are you?” He was teasing you of course, a habit of his.

“I’m listening,” you insisted, setting the coffee aside pushing off the chair. “I just might not understand all of it.” You stated with a small shrug of your shoulders.

Ian folded his arms and tilted his head, a grin playing at his lips. “Ah, so you’re humoring me. I see how it is.” His voice light as he stepped forward letting his arms drape around your waist.

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, Ian. I love watching you get excited about these things. Even if I don’t get all the science, I get you. And that’s enough.”

He stared at them for a moment, his expression softening. The swagger he so often wore fell away, replaced by something quieter, more genuine. His head now dipped to crouch down to your level. “You know, sometimes I think you’re the anomaly in all this chaos,” he murmured. “A constant. My constant.”

Reaching your hand, you let your fingers brush a stray curl from his forehead. “I think you’re giving me too much credit, Ian.”

“Impossible,” he said, his grin returning, though softer this time. “Besides, if chaos theory has taught me anything, it’s that the most beautiful things are often the least predictable.”

You let out another soft laugh as you tugged him down to sit beside you on the swing. His hand found yours, you two sitting together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, chaos and constants blending into a quiet, perfect moment.

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how would we feel abt ian malcolm/jeff goldblum characters fics ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ (send requests pls i beg)

[prins-maurice]

That's- that's Chaos Theory (Ian Malcolm × reader) ⚠️ NSFW +18 ⚠️

...

Sitting in the backseat of the land cruiser, you watch as the Tyrannosaurus rips herself a way through the fence, biting through the electric wires. Gennaro had just run out of the first car, leaving the kids to fend for themselves. "She's not getting electrocuted, why isn't she getting electrocuted?" You say panicked. In the front seats were Dr. Grant and Dr Malcolm, neither of them answering your question because the answer was clear. The power was off, and that included the paddocks’ fences. The rex, and any dinosaur in the park for that matter, had free reign. The three of you froze in fear as the big animal strode toward the first Landcruiser.

The T-Rex stood between the two cars and let out a bellowing roar. Your brain was scrambling to make any sense of the thousands of thoughts flashing through your head. And somehow, for whatever reason, the only thing you managed to sputter out was a tiny "I don't wanna die a virgin". The chaotician couldn't help but snort and raise his eyebrow at your remark.

...

[run-clever-boy]

I’m (kind of) new!

I'm a relatively new writer here! (I also repost absolute ramdom things *cough* peter capaldi *cough*, so my blog is a bit cluttered lol) I would love anyone to request fics or at least help me with the ropes! I have never published any writing before so comments are appreciated!

PLEASE READ: All fics that are requested i have recieved and I am working on them! I publish the fic directly with the ask so that way it is easy to find. I promise I recieved them. ALSO: IF YOU REQUESTED AN IAN MALCOLM ANGST/FLUFF FIC IM SO SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK, MESSAGE ME PLS (Also I love all the requests <3)

I write for the following characters so far (character list below the cut), however I am not opposed to maybe adding a few more!

Masterlist here!

Doctor who:

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor.

(No doctor who spoilers please, currently in beginning of 13’s run)

BBC Sherlock:

Sherlock

Not opposed to more just don’t really have any ideas

Harry Potter:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Severus Snape

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

again open to more just no ideas

Marvel:

Loki

Stephen Strange

don’t know a lot about the mcu specifics but bear with me

Random:

Willy Wonka (2023 only! I can’t write about the others just because of personal icks)

John Wick

Theo Dimas (maybe theomabel pairing) - Only Murders in the Building

Ian Malcolm

TED LASSO.

OC's!!! (New!) - each name will have a link to their character description

Elise Shepard

Please Please Please help me out here! Can’t wait to see the amazing things created here. I will write 18+ content and many warnings will be provided. I mostly write one-shots, drabbles, quite a few reader inserts (Y/n). Not a fan of multi-chapter fics but may write if persuaded. Thank you!

[finnofamerica]

Professor, Please - Dr. Ian Malcolm x Reader || Fluff \ Smut

Summary: When your grades slip due to your fantasizing about your sexy professor, you would do damn near anything to get your grades back up.

Prompt: Would you be comfy with writing, professor! Ian x student!f!reader??? Like they started fucking because of “grades but in reality, they’re both head over heels for each other

Word Count: 1,179

Date Posted: 05.13.23

TW: Breeding, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, Praise, Slight Edging, Teacher/Student Relationship.

Note: Remember that kink is customizable, and there is no right way to do it as long as you’re keeping safe. We play by Safe, Sane, and Consensual here, but there is also Risk Aware Consensual Kink and Personal Responsibility, Informed Consensual Kink. Don’t yuck anyone’s yum, I am willing to answer any questions that I can.

🔞MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞

|| Request Here || Masterlist || Fandoms/Characters || Req. by Anon

You were completely zoned in class. The only thought in your brain was how much you wanted to go home and rub one out so you could get back to work.  Not that you didn’t enjoy the subject. You thought that Chaos Theory was fascinating. It wasn’t your fault you were so out of it. The professor was the cause of your distracted state. 

Dr. Ian Malcolm was sex on legs, and arousal burned in you from the moment you first stepped into his class at the beginning of the semester. Black dress shirt partially unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, dark jeans that accentuated the length of his legs, paired with black boots - You practically came on the spot. Dr. Malcolm had these long, lithe fingers that you caught yourself fantasizing about constantly. 

“Class dismissed,” Ian called out. The sudden movement of your classmates snapped you back into reality. You’d missed the entire lecture. “Miss Y/L/N, I need to have a word with you before you leave.” 

Shit. Your stomach fell out of your ass. You packed your things into your backpack, hands shaking. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and nervously adjusted your shorts that had ridden up and settled into the crease between your hips and your thighs. You weren’t sure your legs would hold you up as you made your way down to the lectern at the front of the lecture hall. You could practically feel his gaze burning into you as his eyes followed you down the aisle. 

“Y/N, right? Is it all right if I call you that?” He asked, leaning casually against the lectern, arms folded over his chest, pulling his shirt open just enough for you to get a peak at his chest hair. 

“Yes, Sir, that’s fine.” You swallowed thickly, forcing your eyes to his. 

“Y/n, are you aware that your grades in this class are abysmal? Is everything okay? You seem distracted.” 

Of course, he could see right through you. 

“I’m sorry, Dr. Malcolm. I will try to be more focused in the future.” 

“At this rate, Y/n, you’re not going to pass this class. Even if you manage to focus up for the rest of the semester.” He sighed disappointedly.  “It's a shame, and You were recommended highly by the other professors when you signed up for this class.” 

“Professor, please, I will do almost anything to improve my grades. I can’t afford to fail this class.” 

“Why don’t we head back to my office to discuss your options.” 

You gripped Ian’s desk tightly, muffling your moans with your hand. Your shorts were pulled down around your thighs, just enough for him to slide in between your legs; your thong was pulled off to the side, the thin fabric surely soaked. 

“Fuck, Professor, please,” You moaned into your hand as he railed you from behind, one of his hands wrapped up in your hair. 

“God, you feel good, Y/n,” Ian growled, grip on your hair tightening. 

“Thank you, Professor,” You gasped out between thrusts. 

“You on birth control?”

“Yes, Professor.” 

“Good, ‘cus I’m not pulling out.” 

Your pussy clenched around him, a flood of arousal soaking his cock. 

“You just got so wet, Baby,” He tugged on your hair so he could growl in your ear, “Do you like the idea of me filling you with my seed?” 

“Yes, Professor,” You moaned as he slowed his thrusts just enough to give you a breather.

“Fuck,” He chuckled, “You’re a little slut, huh?” 

You whimpered underneath him. The threat of someone walking in on the two of you was not far from your mind. With the way that he was fucking you, you couldn’t care less if someone found you. 

“Just for you, Professor.” 

He thrust fast into you, your little breather over. The sound of skin slapping skin and moaning filling his office. He reached his free hand around your front, cupping your breast. Your nipples were stiff against his warm palm. The scratching of your bra against your taught had you whimpering beneath him. It was just enough to get you to the edge but not get you off. You would have given anything to orgasm while his cock was still buried inside you. 

“Tell me you want me to come in you,” Ian demanded, close to orgasm himself. 

“I want you to come in me, Professor, please,” You whined, desperate to tip over the edge yourself. His thrusts stuttered, and he buried himself as deep as he could in your pussy. You could feel his cock twitching as he spilled inside you. 

Slowly he pulled out, dropping to his knees. 

“What‘re you-” 

Your question was cut off by a long swipe of his tongue up your pussy, cleaning up the mess he’d made. He flicked his tongue against your clit, trying out different speeds and motions until he found the one that made you weak in the knees. 

You’d had a few boyfriends in your life, but none could compare to the way this man was devouring you. Ian was like a man starved. He was eating you out like you were his last meal. 

“Fuck, Professor, Please, I can’t take much more,” You whined. He gripped your thighs tightly but said nothing. The message was clear; you were not going anywhere until you came on his tongue. It was like every nerve in you was set on fire, as even your face began to tingle. You were so close, and that hot coil began to twist in your stomach. The eruption was imminent. Your legs spasmed beneath you as you orgasmed hard against his tongue, whimpering some form of his name. 

“Good girl,” He cooed as he tucked your thong back in place and pulled your shorts back up over your ass. “Meet with me every other week after class.” 

“Yes, Professor,” You nodded as you righted yourself, hoping to calm your flushed face before you left his office. 

“I expect you to focus in future classes, Y/n,” Ian said seriously, two fingers tucked underneath your chin so you couldn’t shy away from him. 

You were hooked on him ever since. Bi-weekly meetings in his office soon weren’t enough for either of you. You’d begun sneaking off to his condo in the middle of the night after your roommates were long asleep. Hookups turned into him making you dinner and stuttering excuses to your roommates when you spent the night. 

Tonight you were wrapped up in his arms, lying on the couch as some movie you weren’t really paying attention to played on the television. You drew lazy circles on his chest as he rubbed your back gently. You couldn’t imagine a more beautiful man at this moment. 

“What?” He chuckled softly as he caught you staring. 

“Nothin’. I just love you.” You were so relaxed it took you a full moment for your brain to catch up with your words. Neither of you had said it until this moment. 

Ian smiled, “I love you too.” 

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[denaliwrites]

Best Behavior

Ian Malcolm x GN!Reader

Catch and Release Prompt: "Behave"

Summary: The way this could've easily been smut.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Excessive use of filler words.

"I really need you to behave, Ian," you said as you made a sharp turn, guiding the two of you deeper into the office building.

"Uh, don't I -- don't I always?" he asked, trying to will his smirk into nonexistence. He wasn't very good at it.

"Do you actually want an answer to that?"

"N-no. No, I, uh, suppose not."

You turned to block his way suddenly, looking over his outfit -- his usual black attire -- and making slight adjustments. A straightening here, a brushing there. You finished by removing his sunglasses and tucking them into his pocket.

He let you fuss over him -- he didn't usually, but this time maybe he understood how important this was to you, how much you really, truly wanted this. Or maybe it was the borderline manic look in your eyes.

"I, uh -- I'll miss you, if you go," he said quietly as you pulled away.

You looked up into his eyes with a small smile. "You could go with me."

"Oh, I don't think that's, uh... wise..."

You shrugged. "The offer is on the table. The guy on the phone said there's a spot for you, too."

With that, you turned and stepped into a meeting room, where two people were already sat waiting. They both stood and greeted the two of you, before motioning for you to sit and taking their own seats.

"Dr. Malcolm," the older gentleman said.

His lawyer interrupted, "Have you changed your mind? Do I need to go make copies?"

You turned to look at Ian, and he turned to look at you. And just like that, all illusions you'd had of him "behaving" shattered. For all his posturing and preaching about chaos and order, he himself was more often than not an agent of chaos -- at least, he had been in your life.

"I, uh... I'd love to see this, uh... this park you're building, Hammond."

You sighed. Of course.

"Can't let you have all the fun, after all," he said to you, winking with a shit-eating grin.

"You and I apparently have very different ideas of fun."