#Ian Malcolm x Reader

[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 -

[icumpinkglitterxo]

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

[mlmxreader]

Ecologists | Alan Grant x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ I wish to encourage your interests and read about hot men! 60. “You do realise that I knew you had a crush on me, right?” With Dr Alan Grant pretty please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ At Ellie's behest, Grant goes to visit an ecologist who he knows quite well... maybe a little bit too well, actually.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, age gaps, roaches (specifically my baby Riot !!)

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

spotlight fundraiser : ̗̀➛ Save Dr. Farhat's family from genocide in Gaza

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

It wasn't that Grant disliked ecologists, exactly, he actually respected them greatly and everything they did for conservation efforts, but he didn't like how he felt around you, specifically; half his age, you were strikingly handsome, and never failed to make his stomach turn into knots every time you smiled at him.

He was approaching fifty, you probably just saw him as a colleague and little else; his beard was growing thicker and longer, bits of dust constantly stuck between the strands.

Unprofessional and scruffy, Grant had showed up to your office in his usual dig attire - roughed up jeans, a stretched and worn shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and knocked around shoes that had certainly seen past their prime.

He looked around the office with his hands shoved into his pockets after seeing the various tanks and vivariums telling him not to touch; a vicious, large, snake watched him from behind glass panes. He knew the species, it wasn't venomous, but could certainly pack a punch if it wanted to; he had been bitten by one before, and didn't really want to be reminded of that.

The door opened, and Grant turned to look at you as he moved to hold his hat in his hands; idly fiddling with the brim as he watched you wonder around for a moment, a large cockroach perched on your shoulder.

"So," you hummed, laying a thick log book on the table between you both. "What can I help you with, Doctor Grant?"

He shrugged, putting his hat down beside the book and gesturing to the cockroach on your shoulder. "You have, a..."

You nodded, not even flinching. "Yeah, I know. It's fine, he won't bite... so, you called?"

Grant nodded, biting at the inside of his lip for a moment. "I got an invitation yesterday to see Hammond's island."

"I'm not going anywhere that that rich cunt has laid on his hands on," you scowled, and he laughed to himself. "So this isn't a social call?"

You sounded disappointed, but he pushed it from his mind as he shook his head.

"No," he said quietly. "Me and Ellie need you there. Need your perspective."

"I dunno," you mused, coaxing the roach onto your hand and letting it sit on the back. Its little padded feet rested on your knuckles as you locked eyes with it. "What do you think?"

The roach didn't make a sound, staring back at you until you nodded and looked back at Grant.

"Sorry, he says I can't."

A smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. "Ian Malcolm is going."

"And?" You scoffed, letting the roach wander up your arm again. "Doctor Grant, between us? I always thought he was a bit of a pillock... I'd rather stick with you and Ellie."

He was trying so hard not to laugh. "Well, we're going to this island tomorrow. You can come with us... and knowing you, you'd probably run off anyway the second you see something... you know, he probably has roaches there. Geckos, too."

You turned to look at your little friend as he clung to your sleeve and looked at you. You sighed, gently trading a finger down his back. "Alright. Fine, but only because you've insisted."

Grant smiled, relief washing over him for a moment; he still hated how he felt around you. His hands shook and his heart raced, his words had to be carefully spoken to prevent him stumbling over them. He hated how he felt. "Thank you, really."

You shrugged, coaxing your small friend onto the table. "You know, this species is fascinating. They're densely armoured and larger than others, but when it comes to males fighting over partners, they don't bite. They just sort of shove each other."

Grant nodded, bending down to get a good look at it. Its orange complexion against dark markings was certainly something to behold. "You know, we have reason to believe that these guys appeared in the Late Jurassic... maybe you should come on a dig with us, you can have a fossilised one if we find out."

"Doctor Grant," you breathed out with a soft laugh. "That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."

He froze. He could feel his face heating up and turning pink, and he hated it. His words failed, until you laughed loudly and patted him on the shoulder.

"Did you now know?" He heard you ask.

He shook his head. "Sorry, what?"

"You do realise that I knew you had a crush on my, right?" You cocked a brow, and he shook his head. Watching as you casually let the roach clamber onto your hand. "I'm young, not stupid, Grant. I just wondered when you were gonna ask."

He was still in shock, shaking his head to try and free something, anything, from his tongue. "But... I'm older and..."

"And we are in entirely different fields," you pointed out, grabbing some leaves from your various plants on the windowsill. You held them as the roach ate them from between your fingers. "I'm an expert in mine, and you in yours... besides, if my animals tolerate you... I think I will be fine."

His gaze drifted to the roach eating the leaves from your fingers. "Really?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "Now, are you gonna look at me like I smacked you all day, or are you gonna come into the back, have a beer, and actually fucking kiss me?"

Grant moved to follow you, turning around and grabbing his hat quickly; he held it against his chest. Maybe he should have called and told Ellie that she was right and inviting you to the island did help him tell you how he felt... sort of. He hated when she was right, but he wouldn't have loved to have anyone else as his best friend in the world.

"So," you gently coaxed the roach back into its tank. "This island... are you hoping to use it as an excuse for a date, or does that come with the invite to your digs?"

Grant shrugged, a bit lost for words. He thought you would have immediately rejected him. "Whichever you prefer."

"I'll take the dig," you told him with a curt nod. "I'll still go to the island, but the dig is a better first date... don't you think?"

[chaotic--nat]

even more nsfw headcanons of ian malcolm because fuck, he's hot

content: some projection, uhh I'm down horrendous for him

NSFW // 18+ content below !! minors GO AWAY !!

- his hands tend to explore your body, they always find their way back to your ass

- remember how I previously mentioned light bondage ? yeah, he uses his belt to tie your wrists together, it's much more enjoyable for the both of you

- he enjoys it when you pull on his hair when he's eating you out or when you tease him, he tends to chuckle when it happens to not make it so obvious that he enjoys it

- by the end of the night, your inner thighs, your hips, and even part of your stomach is covered in hickies, Ian was sweet enough to plant a kiss on each one after he bit you

- okay so I know I said he's all slow and sensual for sex, but this man also wants to let off some steam every once in a while, he does enjoy sloppy make out sessions where he wants more but he has to act normal after

- I mentioned face sitting before as well, I think that's one of the rare occasions you'll hear THE Dr. Ian Malcolm beg

- he's not a coward and he's down to use sex toys to enhance the experience and bring you more pleasure, especially if that means experimenting more on you !

- I never got to develop the idea of him wanting to experiment different things with you, from overstimulation, wax or temp play, to degradation, he's slowly trying everything with you <3

- (this is the projection one) that being said, he to be one cocky fucker at times and writes on your chest with lipstick, "Dr. Ian Malcolm's personal test subject"

- after sex or making out, he's such a cuddle bug <3 !!

[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.

[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."

[isroji]

Why exactly there's no long Ian Malcolm fanfics? A better question, why there's almost no Ian Malcolm fanfics?

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Prehistoric Nightmare - Ian Malcolm X GN Reader

Title: Prehistoric Nightmare

Ian Malcolm X GN Reader

Additional Characters: The Kids (Mentioned)

Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!

WC: 1,108

Warnings: Blood mentioned, injuries mentioned, broken bones mentioned, PTSD/Trauma mentioned, nightmares, death mentioned, crying, slight angst, hurt/comfort, and fluff

You couldn’t talk, couldn't move. Frozen in the helicopter as you flew back to civilization. Ian, your boyfriend, was beside you. He was feeling the same as you, more or less. His leg, you glanced over, was bandaged up as best as the medics on the helicopter could do. His leg looked like hell, but it didn’t matter if it had been broken because he was alive. He was alive and breathing and that’s all that mattered right now. You’d hope they flew you straight to the hospital since your arm was also severely injured. The helicopter landed a little while later. A few doctors ran around trying to get everyone out. You remembered their faces. Eyes lit up in horror and urgency. It felt like you were underwater, only hearing your heart thumping, pounding, loudly in your chest as they helped you inside the building. You remembered trying to reach out to Ian, but nothing else after that. 

But that was three months ago, and you still felt... Traumatized. It was still hard to sleep, staring up at your ceiling as you tried to think of better things than dinosaurs and being a hair away from dying in the jaws of a velociraptor. You wanted it to be a bad dream, but Ian lived through it beside you. He had managed to fall asleep, which you were thankful for. You'd have to admit, he'd had the worst of it. You couldn't imagine being hit by a large dinosaur like the T-Rex and landing in a pile of broken rubble. What he did for those children, yes, foolishly, was indeed incredibly brave of him.  But that didn't make it any easier. It made your stomach churn. The idea of losing him just like that, if that Rex hadn't ignored him... If that Rex had eaten him… Your throat tightened and you closed your eyes tight, trying desperately not to cry, not to wake him. He'd finally gotten to sleep after hours of trying. You didn't want to ruin that.

Hearing mumbling beside you, you tilted your head to the side. Beside you, Ian muttered under his breath, shifting where he lay as his face scrunched in pain, his hand holding your waist tightening. You quickly sat up when you realized that he was having a nightmare, shaking his shoulder to try and wake him. 

"Ian," You spoke softly, "Wake up, honey." He groaned, turning onto his other side so his face was hidden from you as he continued to mutter incoherently. "Hey, I need you to wake up." You reached out and brushed his hair from his face, trying to see him. That's when you noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks. "Ian." You shook him again, this time more frantically, letting out a sigh as his eyes finally opened. Sitting up straight, Ian breathed heavily, looking around the room. He blinked owlishly as you placed your hand on his shoulder. As he stared at you, you noticed he still looked exhausted, dark circles forming beneath his eyes. They were bloodshot, making you wince as you realized how much effort he must have put himself through to sleep. Only to have a nightmare. "It's okay, Ian. We are home." You spoke gently, hesitantly taking his slightly sweaty hand in yours. "We're both safe."

"I'm fine." He insisted weakly, running a shaky hand through his hair and looking down at you with watery eyes. You gave him an apologetic look. This wasn't fair to him. 

"I know you're not. I'm not either." You muttered before letting out a sigh, "I wish I could help you. I really do. You don't deserve this, Ian."

"Neither do you, sweetheart." He murmured, rubbing his thumb over your hand. "Please don't beat yourself up about this. We both..." He swallowed thickly, "Went through this."

You let out another deep sigh as you squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." He said, squeezing your hand back. "You have nothing to apologize for. If anything... I should be the one apologizing. I was the one who asked you to come with me."

You immediately shook your head, "No, no. It was my decision. I chose to come with you."

He frowned, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm still sorry. You have it worse than me." Ian let out a sigh, "You can't even sleep. You just stare up at the ceiling until the sun rises." He paused for a moment, then whispered, "I hate seeing you so sad, so scared, and helpless."

Your eyes stung at the thought. You wished that you could sleep. You longed to finally feel at peace as you closed your eyes for the night. But, all you could see were those... Monsters. Sharp teeth, stinking breath, loud roar... You could still feel the pain in your arm. You could still feel it when the Velociraptor dug its teeth into you. The sharp claws tearing into your skin. The crunch of bones breaking. The taste of copper in your mouth. You shuddered as the memory resurfaced. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter as tears fell down your cheeks. "Oh god, Ian." You whimpered. "Why can't I just sleep." You began to sob, burying your face into his neck. Ian wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

You knew he would never let go. No matter what you did, Ian was always there for you. You trusted him with your life. He had saved you countless times. You owed him everything. Ian was your rock. And you were everything to him. His heart broke as he held you. "Shhh," he cooed softly, stroking your hair and holding you tightly. "It'll be alright. Everything will be alright." He spoke reassuringly in a whisper. "We'll figure something out, sweetheart." When your crying subsided, Ian pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Do you feel a bit better?"

You nodded weakly, "A little."

Ian smiled a bit, tilting your chin up with his finger, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. The kiss was slow and gentle, full of warmth and affection. You melted into the kiss, your hands moving up to tangle themselves in Ian's hair. Your heart swelled as he pulled back. You looked up at him with adoration in your eyes, "I love you."

"I love you more," He murmured, as the two of you leaned against the bed's headboard, "How about a story?" He randomly asked and you paused slightly before nodding. "Well, chaos theory describes the status of the point at which stability moves to instability or order moves to disorder. For example..."

[run-clever-boy]

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.

~~~▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄~~~

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.

Tags from the comments of the prompt post: @melonpire @datrie @druigswh0ree

[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.

[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.

...

[mlmxreader]

JURASSIC PARK X READER (18+)

18+/MDNI

warnings: gn!reader, anal, Dom/Sub, swearing, praise kink, brat taming (sort of lmao), possessive sex.

Alan Grant

Alan isn't into the whole dom/sub thing, but he does like to have you on his lap, gently rocking his hips up into your ass as you hold onto his shoulders and tell him how much you need him; he's covered in sweat and dirt, the musky smell prominent and powerful as he holds onto your thighs gently and kisses up and down your neck between soft murmurs of praise. His cock hits all the right places, and makes you squirm, but he seems completely oblivious to it, just needing and wanting to be close.

Ian Malcolm

Malcolm loves to brat tame, but he isn't mean and he doesn't punish - unless making you laugh whilst he's fucking your tight ass over his desk counts. He tells jokes and says things that he knows makes you chuckle and guffaw, and revels in the sound of it as he grins. He'll get you right on the edge of orgasm, and the moment he feels your ass clamp down around him, he tells the most awful, terrible, dad joke of all time just to make you laugh as you cum for him.

Henry Wu

Wu likes it different every day, depending on the mood he's in. When he's in a good mood, he'll have you lying on your side as he slowly rolls his hips and tells you how much you mean to him whilst he hits every little sweet spot inside your ass. He loves to see your eyes roll as you tilt your head back and moan his name so sweetly; when he's in a shit mood, he'll just let you do whatever you ask him to. When he's had a shit day, Wu just wants to be close to you and wants to know that you're there with him and that you're still happy to be with him despite everything.

Robert Muldoon

The moment you say yes, Muldoon will have you on his lap whilst he's fucking you in the back of his jeep, although he's been known to do it in the front as well, depending on which is closest; he's rough, bullying your ass with his cock as he leaves imprints of his fingertips on every bit of skin you agree to letting him touch. It's all harsh kisses and loud grunts, possessive and aggressive in nature as you whimper and feel the stretch of your ass from the size of his cock. Burying your head against his neck and crying softly for more and more and more.

[lovelyfantasia]

Garden of Eden

PAIRING: Ian Malcolm x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Y/n is a transfer student to her new college where her last year is about to start and she needs one more good night out. Going to a bar two towns away changed her fate of the night, having an older man in her arms by the end of it. What she wasn’t expecting is that she would see him a few days later – teaching the class.

WORDCOUNT: 2,417

A/N: I got this idea when I listened to the song Garden of Eden by Lady Gaga and I just had to write it for my first Ian Malcolm imagine. Shoutout to Mother Monster for making yet another banger album to blast in my car this summer.

<><><>

“I’m honestly so excited for tonight. I just know I’m going to be chain locked to the library for the next few weeks, so I need this.” you say as you triple check your small black bag to see if you didn’t forget anything while in the back of the taxi. 

Your childhood best friend, Marina, agrees with you and goes on about how she wants the night to go. You hear her going on about wanting to find at least one cute guy, which drinks she’ll be devouring, toying with the idea of using a fake name with guys, but you’re too focused on finding cash for cover to get in. 

“Fuck- I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cut you off, but do you have cash to get in? I completely forgot to grab some. Oh, but I managed to remember to bring a condom in case of anything. Doubtful, but prepared,” you say and you can see the taxi driver look at you kind of surprised through his rearview mirror. 

“Oh yeah, no worries. So, you’re going to be on the prowl tonight?”

“Hardly. Even when I say I will, I never do anything about it. Plus, I can never find a guy that’ll reciprocate the same energy I can give off. It’s a you and me night…unless we manage to get something and in that case, I’ll let you do your thing.” you two laugh and feel the car come to a halt. Marina hands the driver exact change and off you guys were to the bottom door of the bar. 

The line is short, thanking your lucky stars. Lines anywhere drove you insane, especially waiting to get into a bar. You were the kind of person to get to it when you arrived somewhere, but Marina had the patience of a saint. Patience for you was kind of a joke and maybe that had something to do with the fact that you transferred colleges for your last year to come live back home with your family. 

After checking the IDs and handing over the money, Marina and you were off to the races of getting the night started. Music was already going, the place slowly but surely filling up with people of all ages, mainly younger.  

“What can I get for you two?” The very tall, very cute bartender asked.

“Can we please get a dirty Shirley and a tequila soda with a splash of orange juice, double for both? Thank you!” you tell him. 

“You have to be one of the most polite people I’ve ever met when interacting with a bartender.”

“What about it? They have to deal with annoying, drunk people all the time. The worst being the drunk college students who never tip enough.”

“Oh and you think you fall outside of that?”

“Well, I’m not an annoying drunk and I tip well,” Marina laughs at your commentary, but it falls short when she sees a stranger making particular eye contact your way. She finds him quite handsome, but definitely not her cup of tea. He visibly looks older than them and she knows you aren’t afraid of a little bit of an age gap. 

“Now, don’t make it obvious, but there’s a guy across the bar staring right at you. Dark rimmed glasses, curly brown hair, black button down, rings too,” she whispers in your ear. After handing the bartender your card, you casually look over at him and you can feel his gaze burn right back at you. Shamelessly doing so, which for you felt surprising since attention like this doesn’t come your way too often when you make your appearances out. 

You couldn’t deny how drop dead handsome he was to you. Almost like he had the essence of a Greek God, his face trapped in the ancient statues that brighten up The MET. He was even tanned to the Gods, making his hazel eyes pop more under the lighting of the bar even from behind his glasses. 

The usual move for you when you get stared at like this is to look away and ignore it completely, sending the hint that you don’t give a shit. But this stranger in the night has a gravitational pull you’ve never encountered before. 

You just knew he was going to be irresistible if you two cross paths tonight. 

“Jesus Christ, stop the staring contest and go over to him!”

“Wha- no! Oh my God, no. I can’t.”

“Okay…then let's see what happens when you’re left all alone.” she saunters away to the girls bathroom to leave the bait for him to approach you. You saw at least three guys turn their heads when she made her way over and applauded her in your head. She was hot, you always reminded her. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you made out that the guy next to him patted Mr. Greek God on his shoulder and the blondie next to the friend playfully rolled her eyes. Huh, so he didn’t come alone, you thought to yourself. You fully look down into your drink, swirling around the ice with your straw. 

“You know, I saw the bartender have quite a heavy pour of tequila in that. I hope you know what you’re in for tonight,” your head whips to your left, coming face to face with the man who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. 

“And what exactly am I in for?” a smile spreads wide on his face and a laugh finally escapes him. 

To answer your flirtatious question, he reaches out his hand in front of you. 

“I’m Ian.”

“I’m Y/N,” and you two finally introduce yourselves with a proper handshake. You can see his two friends talk close to each other from across the bar while keeping their eyes’ on you two. “Looks like we have an audience,” you guide your eyes over to them and Ian sheepishly laughs. 

“Yeah, uh, those are my colleagues. I apologize for them and their very obvious gossiping.”

You see Marina come out of the bathroom and stop dead in her tracks at the sight of him in front of you. She makes the decision to sit near where Ian was originally to keep an eye on you, for protective purposes. Also, of course she wants to see you succeed with this one if he isn’t a creep. 

“And now there’s a third. Isn’t that the girl you were with when you arrived?”

“Yeah, that’s my best friend. We’re having a girls night out- well, was having one.”

“Did I disrupt your plans?”

You look over at her and a devilish grin sits prettily on her face while she watches the interaction go down. 

“Not exactly. We’re the kind of people who let in unpredictability into our nights. More fun that way, ya know?” you smile at him and take another sip of your cocktail. He looks like he wants to give a remark, but would rather show you instead of letting words do all the work. 

“So like chaos theory?”

“Excuse me?” Ian proceeds to explain it the best way he can, then grabs your cup from your hand to use your beverage as his partner in his best flirting trick he’s ever used. 

Ellie and Alan widen their eyes, knowing exactly what he’s about to do. 

“That son of a bitch,” Ellie says humorously to Alan. Marina overhears and pins that comment for later to tell you. Strike 1, Marina thought to herself.

You put your hand out like a hieroglyphic, as Ian told you to do. The first droplet on your middle knuckle rolls backwards down your wrist and all you could think about were how hot he was and that the orange juice certainly will leave your hand a bit sticky. 

“Now which way do you think the next one will roll?”

“Let’s say the same way,” and Ian put the second droplet on the same knuckle, but it rolls forward. He does a fake surprise gasp.

“You see- uh tiny variations and the orientation of the hairs on your skin as well as imperfections in the skin-”

“Imperfections?” you say with a chuckle.

“Microscopic, no worries. They never repeat and very well affect the outcome. Now what does that sound like to you?” He says as he continues to gently rub the back of your hand. You could see his darken, golden, perfect skin up close and feel how soft it was against your’s. You wondered how those same hands would feel grabbing at your waist on the dancefloor that’s six feet away. 

You lean a bit closer to him and slowly spread a smirk on your lips. “Unpredictability.”

Naivety and you weren’t friends; you were nobody’s fool. But right now, being a fool felt like the best decision you could make that night. 

He grabs your drink yet again and keeps a hold of your hand as he brings you to the dancefloor. Surprised by his bold move, your first instinct was to yank back your hand and walk away, but he set the scene a little too good for you to turn down this role. 

“Whatcha look at this, I unexpectedly brought you here because I couldn’t help but want to dance with you,” he hands you back your drink and you stare at him with a bewildered look in your eye. “Now that’s chaos theory.”

The lights grew dimmer, more people filled the place, and you were already three drinks when Ian finally had the courage to put his hands on you. Ellie miraculously got Alan to dance and when he didn’t enjoy a particular song, Ellie and Marina ended up dancing with one another. 

Loose lips Sattler, a paleobotanist who rarely drinks, befriended Marina in the bathroom while you were giving Ian the attention he was pining for the minute he saw you walk through the door. Marina had questions, Ellie had the answers, and Marina wanted to drag you to a bathroom stall to tell you who exactly you were dealing with. 

You were too busy feeling relaxed and going with the flow of the night. Most nights out you were the one with the social anxiety, interactions with people feeling like a chore and not feeling to dancy. Having someone like Ian right behind you with actual good music to dance to, the night was young and yours for the taking. 

“I don’t mean to be crass, but fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

If he can geek out over his chaos theory, you are ready to use your knowledge as a flirtatious tool too.

“Cubitum eamus?” you say into his ear over the loud music.

“Yeah, sweetheart, that just sounds Greek to me.”

“It’s Latin.”

“What does it mean?” you pull your head back and smile into his eyes. Not a sexy sinister look, no no. One of innocence, one of that you could do no wrong. 

“Wanna find out?” You wink at him and walk over to Marina, who’s at the bar getting another drink for herself.

“There you are! Look, you’re never going to believe what I found out?”

“And you’re never going to believe what I have planned in the next thirty minutes. It’s looking like I’m not going home with you tonight. Before you say anything, this was my doing, not his. He’s not creepy, thank God and he’s smart. Like nerdy smart! It’s perfect," you say in your ecstatic state.

Marina was ready to just spill it all and give you no room to prepare what you were about to hear. But seeing you glow in a way she hasn’t seen in quite a while, she bit her tongue for the sake of you having your needed fun. 

“Please be safe. And you better tell me everything tomorrow!” You make your way back to Ian, but whatever high you managed to capture was turning sour by the second. 

Another girl was trying to dance with him and you couldn’t tell if he was trying to hold back from enjoying himself or rejecting her altogether. 

You could’ve been that girl to admit defeat and give up on the conquest that gave you butterflies when his hands found your hips while dancing. But why let yourself fail on a moment that comes your way so rarely?

Ian sees you walk back up to him and he slides from her smoothly to come face to face with you. 

“Did you find out what it means?”

“No! You’ve stumped me and I don’t get stumped, missy.” you laugh and make his ear lean closer to your lips. 

“If we can get out of here, I can show you a great example on a bed.”

Ian met his match. Someone to beat him at his own game. He was astonished with your forwardness and wasn’t sure if that was the liquid courage helping you out. Either way, game sees game and you two were ready to play each other. 

“Shall we?” he says to you with his hand out for you to take. Ian takes one last look at Ellie and Alan for the night, catching their eyes’ and winking with a smile. 

“Checkmate,” says Alan to Ellie. They watch in disbelief of you two making your way out of the bar and into the thick heat of the summer night. 

Kisses haven’t even been exchanged yet and here you are, being the one to ask to sleep with him. You played it cool inside, but were dying of shock when he happily agreed to go home with you. Not only was he notably older than you, but he wanted you. Not your best friend, not his colleague, not even the girl who was trying to dance with him when you stepped away. You were the object of all his desires for the night and you were willing to give right into them. 

He hauled a taxi with one good whistle. One hand in his mouth to make such a loud noise while the other held your hand. One of the cars waiting to bring someone home safely whips up in front of you two alongside the sidewalk. The moment you entered that vehicle, you knew what you were about to get yourself into. 

“How about we go back to my place? I don’t live too far from here, if that’s fine with you.”

“Sounds good to me,” and with that, the night just began for something you’ve never done before with a stranger in familiar territory.

<><><>

A/N: Part 2 is on the way :)

[chaotic--nat]

Ian Malcolm is NOT a coward

content: porn with plot (?), gender neutral! reader (if it doesn't feel gender neutral, please tell me so I can make adjustments !) edging, body writing, spanking, pet names like dear, baby, some projection, just...yeah !

small summary: you wanted to try some new things out with Ian in bed and he's more than willing to try new things with you !!

word count: 481

NSFW // 18+ content below !! minors GO AWAY !!

per request by: @jurassicjewels ✨

Dr. Ian Malcolm is NOT a coward, he's a man of his word! If his partner wants to try something out to see if they like it or not, he's more than excited to try it with them! Maybe...too excited...?

You've recently floated the idea to Ian that you wanted to try out some new things in bed, maybe some light bondage, or maybe even the use of candles, but the idea of him surprising you with what to try next sounded even better than planning out your evening with him. As soon as you suggested "surprise me", he did some research to see what would be the most fun for not only you, but him as well!

With the evening rapidly approaching, you couldn't help but wonder what exactly Ian was planning to do with you, but the lack of knowledge only made it more exhilarating! You wandered your way into his home office, and as you make your way to his desk, you see a few different things-- some eyeliner, markers, hell, even lipstick and you couldn't help but ask him what all of this was for, "ah, uh, don't even ah, think about it, just you wait till tonight, dear!"

Boy, were you in for a treat! Expecting to have hot wax dripped onto your body, Ian had your legs spread open with his as he teased and squeezed your tits! You couldn't help but moan and whine at his touch, begging for him to let you finish, he removed his hand and marked the other side of your chest with another black talley. Over those talley's he wrote "experiment one successful edges", and there were only a few lines under those words. You truly didn't know how long you could last or how long Ian was going to do this to you-- this absolute torture! You tossed your head back against his shoulder, begging for some kind of release, but he simply let out a small laugh, "I thought you were going to be a good test subject for me, baby. Won't you be good for me?" and damn that pretty condescending voice he has.. You couldn't help but oblige to the edging and denial that this man was doing! "You wouldn't want me to punish you, right dear?"

Little did you know that just shortly after that mark you would end up over his legs being spanked! And not only was he just spanking you, he was expecting you to count and remember how many spanks he did! You could barely count to ten before he gently rubbed your ass and kissed your left shoulder "Now you'll know for next time, baby, right?" You could only whine and nod to his sweet words, and as you tried to stay still, you could feel him writing some more on your body-- "property of Dr. Ian Malcolm".

-

authors note: such a sloppy more plot than porn piece, I kinda wanna develop the edging idea ngl, let me know if anyone would be interested in reading that !

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I would DIE to see you write more stuff for Ian. He's definitely one of my favorites.

A/n: I CAN GIVE YOU THAT! If you want more please let me know

Chaos and Cooing that is what your life now consisted off.

The night is quiet—eerily so, considering that in this house, quiet is as rare as a perfectly functioning dinosaur park. Ian Malcolm leans back against the couch, his infamous black shirt slightly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up as he cradles a chubby, giggling baby in his arms.

“Ah, well, now this is unexpected,” he murmurs, bouncing the baby on his knee, who responds with a delighted shriek and a kick of pudgy legs. “The real chaos theory at work—not in the form of dinosaurs, no, but in the genetic masterpiece that is my son.” He waggles his eyebrows. “Clearly, he takes after me.”

Across the room, you, his very tired but still stunning wife, groan from where you’re curled up in the armchair. One hand grips a cup of lukewarm coffee, the other rubs circles into your temple. “Ian, for the last time, he’s giggling because you keep making ridiculous faces at him, not because he understands chaos theory.”

“Ah, ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” Ian counters, pressing a noisy kiss to the baby’s round cheek. The baby gurgles in response, drool dripping onto Ian’s wrist, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “You see, my dear, chaos theory states that small changes in initial conditions lead to vastly different outcomes—case in point, had we slept last night, we wouldn’t be in this state of delirium. But! Because our son, this delightful little agent of chaos, decided sleep was, ah, unnecessary, here we are.” He gestures vaguely to your exhausted form and his own slightly disheveled one.

Your eyes narrow as you sip your coffee. “Are you seriously trying to lecture me on chaos theory using our son’s sleep schedule as proof?”

“I lecture because I love,” Ian replies smoothly, shifting the baby in his arms as he gazes down at him with something absurdly soft in his dark eyes. “And because I haven’t slept in three nights, and my brain has officially left the metaphorical building.”

You sigh, watching as Ian continues his one-man performance, making exaggerated faces that send your son into another round of belly laughs. The sound is so sweet, so impossibly joyful, that despite your exhaustion, you feel your heart melt.

For all his dramatics, Ian is an incredible father—dotingly attentive, full of boundless energy (somehow), and completely enamored with the little miracle you both created. It’s a sight you never tire of: your eccentric, brilliant, sometimes infuriating husband wrapped around the tiny, chubby fingers of your son.

The baby coos, reaching up to grab a fistful of Ian’s dark curls, and Ian winces but lets him. “Ah, yes, son, excellent grip already proving Darwin’s theory of natural selection. If you can cling to my hair with such tenacity, surely you will thrive in this chaotic world.”

“Or he’s just a baby, Ian.”

“Ah, ah, but is he just a baby?” Ian lifts a dramatic finger. “Or is he the next great scientist, the next disruptor of the status quo, a bringer of groundbreaking, world-altering change?”

The baby sneezes.

Ian nods solemnly. “I rest my case.”

You chuckle despite yourself, shaking your head as you set your coffee down and push yourself up from the chair. Walking over, you press a kiss to your son’s soft, round cheek before meeting Ian’s gaze. “You know, for all your rambling, you’re really just a big sap.”

Ian gasps, feigning offense. “Me? A sap? I’ll have you know, darling, I am a man of science, a man of logic, of reason.” He pauses, looking down at the baby, who is now sleepily sucking on his fist. Ian’s voice softens as he gently rocks him. “But… if loving my son so much that it defies logic makes me a sap, well… I suppose I can live with that.”

Your heart clenches, and you lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Well, at least one of us is still functional,” you murmur, feeling your own exhaustion creep back in.

Ian chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Oh, my love, that implies I was ever functional to begin with.”

A scoff left your lips yet a smile remained and with that, the baby sighs, nestling against his father’s chest, and finally...finally...falls asleep.

Chaos has, at last, taken mercy on you.

For now.

As your eyes drifted closed, Ian's fingers running through your hair gently.

[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."