#dr ian malcolm x reader

[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.

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

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[chaotic--nat]

Can I have Ian Malcolm x reader where they both stay awake with each other after nightmares and fluff smut ensues,?

Ian Malcolm x Reader !

content: smut, fem!reader, fuck idk Ian body worship era, og jurassic park Ian, scientist reader, implied relationship

small summary: you and Ian had an eventful night after he gave you an on-hands demonstration of chaos theory

word count: 504

You and Ian were both respected scientists and as you worked together on numerous experiments, an all nighter in either one’s lab was destined to happen; luckily you were prepared with blankets, coffee, and various snacks! You enjoyed working with Ian because he always managed to keep you on your feet, his charming ways always had you surprised..especially this evening! Although you were an experimental psychologist and Ian was a chaos theorist, your work with him always made sense, which is why you're currently struggling to find the words to explain what predicament you're in, maybe he just left you speechless..

It all started with you sitting beside Ian as he showed you how chaos theory worked with water, his coarse hands delicately held yours as he poured the water in your hand. You did your best to pay attention as his hands played with yours, his hands were so gentle as he guided yours to make the water move around. As he moved your hand around, you couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of his fingers just making you a mess.. just the thought of Ian pleasing you and fucking you just with his fingers made you needy.. you weren’t sure if your fantasies were obvious but you were sure snapped back into reality from your dirty thoughts when Ian dried your hand up! 

As he did, he couldn’t help but ask “Did I lose you there? You started turnin’ all glass eyed.” He let out a small chuckle and you quickly nodded and laughed “yes I'm okay! I just had a few thoughts..for our next..experiment-! Though it’s a rather embarrassing idea” Ian couldn’t help but look at you with such an intrigued facial expression,, his face, his lovely, handsome face. His eyes were beautiful, you could stare and melt into them almost instantly! He leaned forward with a small chuckle to give you a quick peck on the lips “please, enlighten me dear. I'm sure it’s not embarrassing.” You couldn’t find a way to bring yourself to tell him that such a small thing gave you such a horny idea! 

He could tell by the way your cheeks flushed that there was no way in hell you were going to say anything.. Within an instant, Ian leaned forward and gently kissed your cheek, as he pulled away with a smirk he stated “if you’re so interested in something being studied, then my god, give me the opportunity..to study every inch of your body..” before you could process his question,, well statement, he had already pulled you into a sloppy kiss. You couldn’t help but whine as his movements, only encouraging him more to fuck you right this moment. Ian grabs you by your waist and sets you down on a nearby table and he instantly wipes the table clean, your brain was getting fuzzy already so all you could do was giggle..I think Ian enjoyed that too much, making your pretty little head go all fuzzy…!

author’s note: lmfao this took me too long to post, my wife helped me write this, I'll probably continue it later 💃🏻

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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 -

[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."

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Hey! I just want to say that I love your story about Alan Grant and as I saw you are open to requests can I ask an Alan!hurt story? Maybe he is injured during Jurassic park while trying to protect the kids and Ellie has to help him to get out of there, but will they make it? All angst possible would be great and a happy ending would be even better. I hope it’s not bother. Thank you!

A/N: This seems like an Alan x Ellie & I don't write character x character but I'll make you a deal. I'll make the character a paleobotanist friend of Alan & you can just replace Y/N with Ellie. For the sake of continuity, I'll just kind of lightly remove Ellie from the storyline so that you can add her in the Y/N place.

Pairing(s): Alan Grant x GN!Paleobotanist!Reader

Contains: A lot of movie content, jealous Alan unable to control his emotions, fear of death, sad Alan, (I literally didn't follow the request, I'm sorry. Explained at the bottom)

"Why don't you come down, just the pair of ya', for the weekend? I'd love the opinion of a paleobotanist as well!" Hammond's words rang in your head as you sat next to Alan in the helicopter.

Yes, you were technically getting a lot of funding for your dig just to do this trip but the selling point was really getting to spend time with Alan outside of digging up bones. You felt as though Alan was just here for the money but honestly, the thought of spending more time with you had Alan extremely excited. You both managed to think the other had no interest & you were just friends.

Alan sat at the window seat, playing with his velociraptor claw. You hadn't realized you were zoning out watching him, his brows furrowed as he spun the small object between his fingers.

"So you two- uh, dig up- dig up dinosaurs?" Ian pulled your attention away from Alan.

You let out a laugh, "Well."

"Try to," Alan spoke softly with an equally soft smile on his face.

Ian let out an awkward yet somehow adorable laugh then looked you up & down. He had once already when you weren't looking but he wanted you to know he thought you were attractive.

"You'll have to excuse Dr. Malcolm, he suffers from a deplorable excess of personality. Especially for a mathematician," Hammond practically apologized as he turned to you.

"It's fine, it's sweet," you laughed, not noticing Alan turn away, not wanting to hear this.

"Chaotician! Chaotician actually, John doesn't subscribe to chaos, particularly what it has to say about his little science project."

"Hoggswallop, Ian. You have never been able in sufficiently explain your-"

"Oh, John, John, John because the behavior of the system is faith-based-"

"A load, if I may say, of fashionable number crunching."

The two continued bickering & you stretched in your seat.

"Dr. L/N, Dr. Grant, you've heard of chaos theory?" Ian asked, hopeful.

"No," you looked at Alan.

"No, non-linear equations? Strange attractors?" Ian paused as you shook your head, "Dr. L/N, I-I refuse to believe that you are unfamiliar with the concept of attraction."

You blushed & gave Ian a smile, Alan would be lying if he said this didn't make him upset. He tried his best not to give you the cold shoulder after that.

It got to time for lunch & you all sat down. You were a little shocked when Alan didn't sit next to you but you brushed it off. Opinions on the park quickly became the topic of conversation. You agreed wholeheartedly with Ian. Maybe it was the flirting with Ian, no, it was definitely the flirting. Despite agreeing with the two of you, Alan's mind was clouded with jealousy. To avoid conflict, Alan stood up & walked out of the room. The plan would've worked if you hadn't followed, worried about him.

"Alan! What's wrong?"

He couldn't stop himself, "Leave me alone Y/N. Go hang out with Dr. Malcolm. You clearly enjoy his presence more than mine."

"Alan, that's not-"

"Just- shut up, Y/N!"

You were shocked, unable to even respond. Alan knew he hurt you but his conscience wasn't loud enough to get him to apologize. You walked outside quietly, ironically, Ian Malcolm had seen the entire thing & ran to your aid. His arm found its place on your shoulders but you quickly shrugged it off.

"Not the time, Dr. Malcolm."

He muttered an apology & John Hammond finally caught up to the group with two kids in tow. He announced that you'd be split into two cars & you quickly announced, "I'll sit with the kids."

You were upset with Alan but saving him from spending time with two kids (Knowing he hates children) was second nature at this rate. You always handled field trips to the dig site & grew to like kids. Maybe they could distract you from your previous argument.

The tour had turned around due to the storm. The kids kept you distracted but Alan's words still floated in your mind. Alan mindlessly stared at the back of your head the whole trip. His apology was stuck at the back of his throat still, he couldn't tell if he was mad at you or himself. Ian managed to worsen his mood by asking if you were available. He was about ready to yell at Ian when the fence broke. The two of them went dead silent & watched the series of stupid decisions that the children made despite you telling them not to. The car was flipped upside down & Alan ran to your aid while Ian distracted the T-Rex.

"Y/N, grab my hand!" Alan instructed as he kneeled down into the mud, reaching his hand as far as he could into the car.

You insisted that he helped the kids first, pushing Lex towards Alan. There wasn't enough time to get you or Tim out because the T-Rex had returned, pushing the car around. You wound up hitting your head hard against the dash as the car was pushed off the cliff, effectively knocking you out. When Alan made it to the floor he set Lex down & ran to the tree, calling out for you. Alan hates trees, heights, all of it, but he has never climbed faster. As he got closer he could hear Tim crying.

"Please wake up, please!" he repeated, shaking you by the shoulders.

Alan assumed the worst, completely shouting, "Tim what happened?!"

"Y/N won't move! I think they're-" Tim stopped, unable to finish his sentence as Alan finally saw you.

You had a couple abrasions & cuts, otherwise fine, but Alan couldn't tell in this light. He cursed under his breath.

"Come on, kid. I'll get Y/N after you're out."

Tim hesitated but he got up soon after & Alan directed him to begin climbing down. Alan paused to just look at you for a moment. If you really are dead this might as well be the worst day of his life. He yelled at you, the person who understood him & cared for him.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he couldn't speak over a whisper as he entered the car, trying to grab you.

He moved forward cautiously, knowing that the car was suspended by a few vines & weak branches. He sat against the floor of the car, pulling your head into his lap. You were so peaceful & now that he was close, he could see that you were breathing. The wave of worries slowly washed away. I wish I could say that was the end of this nightmare of a trip.

Within seconds of Alan grabbing you, the car jerked downward. The branches were breaking. Tim screamed & began climbing down faster. Alan froze for a moment, cursing himself for letting you end up in this situation. He protected your head with one arm & braced himself against the passenger seat with the other. He held you tight, repeating apologies like that would somehow save you as each & every branch broke beneath the car. He wanted to tell you he loved you at this moment. You were unconscious & likely about to die but he wanted you to know. He was being burned by fate, he waited too long & treated you like shit today. This is all his fault. The words were stuck in his throat as you continued to fall.

You hit the ground hard, still in the car with Alan. The pain jolted you awake. Alan was dazed & In shock. You both somehow lived & you were staring at him, terrified. You led him out from under the car. The kids ran up, celebrating that you both had lived. Alan wouldn't talk, just staring at you with wide eyes. You instructed the kids to hide in a nearby tree & wait for you. They complained but listened.

"Alan? Are you okay?" You spoke with a hand on his shoulder.

You were met with Alan swallowing, trying still to figure out how to speak again. Your hands moved to cup his cheek.

"Alan, I don't understand. Are you still mad at me? What's going-"

He pulled you by the shirt into a kiss. It was short & sweet. His shaky hands found your cheeks as yours fell to your lap.

"I-I'm not mad, I'm- I'm sorry, this is my fault."

"How could this be your fault?"

"I yelled at you. I yelled when I shouldn't have. I wanted to apologize but I didn't. I love you! I love you, Y/N!"

You didn't even hesitate before pulling Alan into a deeper kiss. Only after you both needed to gasp for air did you consider pulling away. You rested your forehead on his, smiling in the thick of this horrible nightmare jungle.

"I love you too."

A/N: I'm working on my like month old requests. Shhhhhh. Also, I totally didn't follow the request. I just realized this is completely different from what you asked (LIke I said this is like a month later & I had this half-written already) as I am writing this second a/n. I'm sorry lol, request again & I'll do it but I like this one.

[3615rose]

Hehe some variety omy gosh

Some Dr. Ian Malcolm (jurassic park 1) with a shy s/o

🦋 TEASES YOU ALL FUCKING DAY Long. Anything for him to have a laugh at. When you get red as a beet and want to hide, that's the sweet spot

🦋 Always apologize when you tell him he's going too far, at least that's a plus. He'll bring you some coffee and kisses youf forehead.

🦋 Chaos everywhere! Wanna cook and the yolk is slightly more yellow? Chaos, wanna do some paperwork and wifi doesn't work? Chaos. He love his theories almost as much as you

🦋Hope you like going late to bed because this man is going down and dirty

[elegantbutedgy]

You know what deserves more hype? Indiana Jones and Classic Jurassic Park.

I NEED MORE INDIANA JONES AND IAN MALCOLM FICS PLEASEEEEE

If you write x reader fics for either of these characters, please tag me in your works and I will HAPPILY read them and or share them! Thank you!!!

[toomanybandstocare]

{Getting Through the Day}

Program: The first day of the new school year and semester sits heavy in you. Scorching heat from the summer heat wave and Ian's fleeting touches drive you insane through the day. All you can do it throw it back at him and hope to last until you can escape to his apartment for the weekend.

Pairing: Professor! Ian Malcolm x College Junior, GN! Reader

Genre: Slowburn NSFW, Requested -> Minors Do Not Interact

Length: 6394w

Warnings: Pet Names (Honey, Sweetheart, Baby, Brat), Light impact play (happens once), No genitalia mentioned with reader, Grinding, No protection, Ian mocks reader to tease them, Fingering, Making out, Swears I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything

Counselor Notes: Thank you for my first request!! I'm pretty happy with how this turned out :) This sort of goes along with this thought I had and happens later in the time line. I'll explain better when I actually start writing my Professor! Ian Malcolm stuff.

Camp Isla Nublar Masterlist

Your chest heaves with every step you take as you rush from one building to the next to make it to your next meeting in time. Clutching on your bag’s strap, you hurl yourself across campus as flowers bloom across the small gardens and classmates lounge on the grass. Why did they insist on meeting in the campus center when you shared class not an hour earlier in the same building you were just in? You huff and shake your head in frustration as you near the center, tunnel vision locked on the doors where students, faculty, and staff flow through. Of course your second class would run long the one day you’re back to back with meetings and classes.

Determination fuels your speed as you round the corner to navigate closer to the entrance. Nearly there, just steps away, when a strong chest blocks your path and sends you fumbling backwards. Anxiety flares as you try to catch your balance, books and papers flying out of your hands. The warm smell of smoke and leather engulfs you when the person wraps their arm around your waist.

“You alright there, kid?” Ian’s voice hums lowly as one hand supports your lower back. His palm presses into you to hold you up and sends warm waves across your body.

“Yeah, thanks Dr. Malcolm,” you mutter. Trying to catch your breath, Ian’s growing smirk leaves you even more lightheaded than the collision. Tiny tingles nip at your skin where his fingers dig into you. You wet your lip before darting your nervous gaze to meet his amused look, “I’m sorry for knocking into you- I’m running late for a capstone meeting”.

You shift your weight from one leg to the other when Ian drops down to the ground and peers up at you behind his sunglasses. Gathering your spilt papers, Ian’s shoulder momentarily grazes against your leg when he rises. His hot breath fans across your jaw when he leans down to your ear, “Now, I’ve seen you go dumb, honey. Need you to be on your best behavior if you want to come over tonight”.

Lightly dropping your papers into your outreached hand, Ian’s dark eyes peer over his glasses as he addresses you: “It’s not like you to be so distracted. Be careful where your head’s at, alright?”

Motioning for the other professors to move forward, Ian sneaks a small squeeze to your shoulder. His touch ignites bristles of sparks to span across you and only intensifies when he  shoots a cheeky wink at you when he follows his colleagues. 

You have to bite back your smile as you fall slightly behind the group. Finding your footing once more, you make your way to the center’s entrance and hurry to catch up as Ian holds the door open for the faculty. Just as he’s about to enter himself, you press past him in the doorway. Your free hand lingers against his lower stomach, and you can feel his breath hitch under your light touch.

Craning your neck to look at him over your shoulder, you shoot him a teasing smile. “Thanks, professor. It’s so kind of you to always lend a,” you pause slightly and watch his jaw clench, “helping hand to students”. You laugh as Ian shakes his head in disbelief and follows you into the building, just one step behind you.

Before you both part ways, Ian brushes past you and mutters low enough for you only to hear, “Behave”.

Watching Ian’s back walk away, you press your thighs together trying to relieve the growing burn stirring inside you. This was going to be a long day, and it’s barely approaching mid-morning. You will yourself to walk up the side staircase as your thoughts race causing a flush to burn across your skin. A night with Ian Malcolm leaves little and everything to the imagination all at once. 

Maybe, you wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom this time as the two of you put on a show for anyone who looks out their window and catches a glimpse into his apartment living room. Curtains wide open without a care for anyone who could easily watch as Ian leaves his mark on your neck and pulls a devastated moan from your lips when he moves away. Splayed out on the couch as he throws off his jacket and settles between your legs, pressing searing kisses from your hip bone down your thigh and ghost over your pubic bone. 

Or would it be a rendez-vous of fleeting touches? A soft night of featherlike touches tracing the planes and dips of your body while worn record plays in the background. Both of you pull each other as close as possible to feel how you fit together perfectly. Quiet begs for more mix with groans of admiration as you take him so well. His treasure, kept hidden away all for himself to enjoy.

Your body light burns in excitement as the possibilities float through your mind, unable to pull yourself away to join your group’s discussion as you sit down with them. It’s not until the faint snapping sound jolts you from your daydreams, that you recognize everyone’s concerned gazes face you. “Sorry, stuck in my head,” you weakly deflect and clear your throat, “What’s up?”

“We were just asking if you had any suggestions for the project? Now I’m worried that you're getting sick though, you look like you’re on fire,” Laura explains, lowering her hand from your ear.

Your cheeks burn as embarrassment and lingering anticipation mix in your stomach, “‘S fucking hot out there, and I hauled ass to try to get here on time. Didn’t do me any good as I nearly took someone out when I ran into them. I promise, I’m good,” you vaguely deflect, “Frat flu has not got the best of me yet”.

Everyone groans and chats about hangover cures as well as home remedies they swear fixes frat flu like nothing else. Taking a deep breath, you slide further into your seat and chuckle under your breath. No way in hell Ian Malcolm was going to be the death of you. You can’t feed his ego that much.

The morning slowly creeps forwards towards lunch time and every tick of the clock makes you squirm in your seat. Your leg bounces as your feeble attempts to end the ongoing debate about what archaeological dig your group will focus on for the semester. Ian only has so much free time when you’re both on campus, and you weren’t going to let a dragging battle of intellect get in the way of seeing him. 

“Okay,” you rest your hands on the table and stand up to direct everyone’s attention towards you, “Clearly, this isn’t going anywhere, or at least not if we keep going at it like this. I propose a vote. We’ve already done the pros and cons of each site, so everyone is well aware of what each would entail in regards to research topics”. 

You look around the table, leaving no room to disagree, “I’m getting fucking hungry, and trust me. You do not want to see me hangry. So, votes for Chichén Itzá?” You raise your hand alongside three bashful hands raise, and you nod your head in acknowledgement. “And votes for Domus Aurea,” you follow. Laura shares a small waze as the sole supporter of this site. “Alright, if we don’t get our first pick, are the rest of you okay with choosing Domus Aurea as a back up?”

“We can rank Caral as our third interest as well,” Marcus suggests as Katherine and Neo agree.

“Perfect,” you exclaim and hurriedly grab your belongings, “Now, if you’ll excuse me”. You rush out of the common space and fly down the staircase to make it to Ian’s office in time before his next lecture.

Breaking through the campus center doors, you run past the herd of oncoming traffic as the class hour ends. Shuffling feet trip you as backpacks bump against your shoulders. You push through the crowd and run past the humanities building with its tranquil fountain. The science building stands proud amongst the club tables calling over students to find new recruits. Rounding the corner, you see the mathematics building come into sight and pick up your pace. You launch yourself past all the idle students blocking the entrance and rush down the stairs to the faculty offices. The closer you get to seeing Ian, the more your stomach twists and tingles. Giddiness puts a leap in your step as you finally reach the warm, oak door adorned with a golden nameplate: Dr. Ian Malcolm, Mathematics and Chaos Theory.

You knock on the door and relief floods you when Ian’s muffled voice calls you in. Stepping inside, you’re greeted by the familiar bookshelf walls and teetering piles of paper on the floor. Ian has his head in his hands leaning on the desk directly in front of you with rays of afternoon summer streaming through the window wall behind him. Although you’re buzzing from his presence once again, concern crashes down onto you.

“Ian,” you call out as you carefully walk towards the arm chairs just before his desk. You place your bag onto one of them before you hesitantly move around the desk to get closer to him. Slowly reaching your hand out to see if he’s okay, your stomach drops as Ian pulls you into his lap suddenly. The room fills with your shrieks and his laughter as you try to escape his hold.

His arms securely wrap around you and hold you tight against his chest as he looks up at you with a cocky smile. “Well, if this isn’t a lovely surprise,” he drawls. His arms relax as his hands slide to rest on your hips and greedily squeeze your body. His fingertips dig into your skin and reignite the spark teasing your body.

“Ian, you asshole.” you push against his shoulders and arch your back away from him. A small whimper breaks past your lips when you push against his lap. “Fuck, I was worried,” you swallow as his lips trail acros your collarbone. Shutting your eyes, you let his touch take over you completely. The coarse calluses that tease your skin underneath your top. How his jeans send shockwaves through you as he manhandles you. You can feel the faint outline of his prideful smirk when he presses his face against the crook of your neck.

“How mean of me,” Ian mocks you, “Been good so far, honey?”

His hands guide your hips to slowly rock against his lap while he sucks a mark on the sensitive spot on your neck. Ian scatters scorching kisses up the column of your neck and lightly bites down where your jaw meets your ear. Dragging a small moan from you, Ian darkly chuckles and nudges your cheek with his nose.

“Asked you a question, sweetheart,” Ian pulls you harshly against the growing outline of his bulge.

“Yes, fuck,” you gasp. Your eyes fly open and meet his curious gaze. Fucking asshole thinks he has the upper hand- think again.

“My project group is annoying as shit,” you hiss as you grind down on him. Ian’s hands grip you harder as he groans. “They spent two goddamn hours arguing over what site to research for the semester,” you gasp when he bucks into you, “Only to meet a majority vote on the first site I brought up”. You move your hands to tangle them in his hair and tug on it. His moan courses through you and grows as you speed up your movements. “I swear to fucking god, Ian, I’m going to lose it if I have to make every fucking decision for this class,” you pant against his lips.

“Good thing I’m here to help relieve some stress,” he breathes out chasing after your mouth. Desperate for a taste.

Your legs start to shake as you near your ogasm, and you can’t help but give into Ian just a little. Selfish to feel his lips on your own after so many days apart. His teeth clash with your own as the two of you fight for control. Your mind feels hazy from the overwhelming heat stinging you.

Ian paws at your hips trying to hold himself back and reign you in. Normally cool and collected, desire makes him a mess underneath you. He growls into your mouth as he ruts up into you. His hard on presses against you and hits you with pangs of pleasure. Your content noises spur him further to push each of you over the edge. The small touches from this morning did nothing but linger in the back of his mind. Teasing him as he imagined how nice you would look on your knees for him underneath the conference room table during his meeting. 

Ian hastily pulls at your waist band, “How about it, honey? Gonna let me take care of you?”

Just as he’s about to pull the button free, you push yourself off his lap. Breathing heavily, you look down at him in fake care, “You have a one o’clock meeting, Dr, Malcolm. I would have to make you late”. You laugh at his wide eyed shock as you straighten your clothes. Ignoring the pleading voice begging you to go back, you walk over and grab your back to make your leave. “I know how embarrassing it is to walk into a meeting late and all pent up,” you tease and look at him over your shoulder. 

Ian leans forward his chair completely captivated by your fighting words. “Sweetheart,” he warns, wetting his lips as he takes you in. Hickies paint your neck so nicely as your shirt wrinkles at the hem. He watches as your chest hastily rises and falls, but the movement of your hand catches his attention. Darting his eyes to meet your fluttering lashes, Ian slightly raises out of his chair ready to chase after you if he has to. His stomach burns as need takes over his sense of control. No longer concerned about how he looks, Ian just needs you bent over his desk if he’s to get through the rest of the day.

“Be good for me, alright?” you tease and quickly exit the office, slamming the door as fast you can. Barely hearing the rush of footsteps behind the door, you take off to make it to the campus cafe. Hypersensitive to everything around you, your mouth slightly waters at the thought of what tonight will bring.

When you exit the math building, the heat sits heavy on your skin as the afternoon sun beats down on you. You quickly walk over to the library and hum at the sweet relief from the AC as it greets you. Only one more lecture to get through for the day, and then you can head to your apartment to get ready for tonight.

Yet, your mind wanders further away from campus and into Ian’s cozy, hidden apartment as the minutes slowly dwindle in the dusty lecture hall. Doodling in your notebook, thoughts of take away choices preoccupy your attention rather than the enticing voice of Dr. Jones.

“But it seems as though my stories of lost civilization can’t capture the attention of everyone,” his pointed joke breaks your daydream. 

Your wide eyes peer down the lecture risers to meet your professor’s stern look. Shrinking into your chair, you send him a sheepish smile. Dr. Jones smiles and shakes his head ready to continue his story when the bell trills against the chalkboard walls. You quickly shove your notebook and supplies into your bag as anticipation spurs you into action, but you at least attempt to listen to the last minute homework announcement.

“Alright, I know it’s Friday, and everyone has somewhere to be,” Dr. Jones’ voice shouts over the room’s hustle, “But remember that your capstone proposals are due next Wednesday. It’ll be a cold call to determine order- be thankful I told you that much”.

Your skin feels hot and tacky as you try to make your way through the hoard of students trying to escape campus for the weekend. Ian’s last remark echoes in your mind as classmates chatter about their plans. You huff at how slow everyone seems to be moving even though excitement pulses through the air. The electric energy only seems to stoke the pent up desire that stings your core and clouds your mind.

“And I know it will be difficult to pay attention in a Friday afternoon course, but please try to do your best,” Dr. Jones reminds the class, “This is your second capstone requirement. A requirement to graduate next year”. His gaze locks onto your bashful figure trying to hide in the small waves of students.

The throngs of students pushing and bumping into each other in the hallway as everyone hurries to get ready for evening plans. A date night with their partner at the college diner. Football game under the stadium lights with adoring fans and a pep band performance. Perhaps, a risque hook up that sets the tone for a weekend hidden away. Just as you're about to enter autopilot to weave your way through the changing empty spots in the crowd, a light tap to your shoulder draws your attention behind you.

A wide eyed boy nervously shifts in front of you and looks to be struggling with something. “Everything okay?” you ask and try to keep your tone even. Even though eagerness clips your words, you know it’s no reason to be rude. “Dr. Malcolm said to come find you and tell you that he said he had to move your meeting to the lower courtyard. Said it was a waste of a good day to stay inside,” the underclassman mutters before scuttling into the crowd. 

Turning on your heel, you backtrack past your lecture hall and launch yourself against the flow of traffic. Your feet slap and trip over the stairs as you fly down to the lower level that exits to the courtyard. Bursting through the door, the late afternoon sun tickles your cheeks and the floral aroma of the gardens gives you a slight lightheaded high. You look from side to side as you walk closer to the courtyard parking lot. It seems as if the humanities department clears out almost strictly up top.

“Over here, sweetheart,” his voice lightly calls out.

Whipping your head where the voice came from, your smile blooms when you see Ian leaning against his red Pontiac. His arms open to invite you to your weekend getaway and send you running. Throwing yourself into his chest, you press yourself as close as you possibly again.

The warm, black button down scratches your cheek when you nuzzle against it. His belt buckle bumps into you as Ian shifts to hold you more comfortably. One of his legs pushes between your own to support and tease you. His skin slightly damp from the ruthless sun shining down onto the two of you. Ian trails his nose across the crown of your head before pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. Tingles and heat send dizzying ripples through your head.

“Got you for the whole weekend, yeah?” he trails more kisses down the side of your head and murmurs against your ear.

“All yours, baby,” you hum, “Today, this weekend, and everyday yet to come”.

“Then I get to take my time with you tonight,” he nips at your lobe. Pulling away, Ian smirks down at you. The sight of your flushed expression unapologetically taking him in sends Ian into a flurry of emotions. Pride swells in his chest as devotion twinkles in his eye. Wetting his lips, Ian forces himself to breathe when you trail your fingertips down his shirt’s button and rest on his leather belt. “Time to head home, honey,” Ian pats your bum and opens the passenger door for you. Once you settle in your seat, Ian shuts the door and walks over to the driver’s side to join you inside. Turning on the car and pulling it into gear, Ian rests one hand at the top of your thigh and rubs light circles into your leg as he steers the car off campus.

“So what happened with your capstone?” Ian grunts and turns out of the lot. He shoots you a knowing smile and squeezes your upper thigh, “You’ll have to forgive me, sweetheart. I was a bit distracted last time we talked”. His words make the air hot thick. 

“I, um,” you swallow hard when Ian’s fingers dance close to your crotch. You can feel his fingernails drag up your leg slowly as his hand bumps into your lower stomach when the car goes over the speed bump. “I basically had to force my group to use their brains when they seemed concerned about proving they had any,” you breath out.

Ian laughs, not out of commiseration, but in pleasure. Seeing you squirm in your seat just from a small tough, he’s desperate to get you home. “Good thing they have such a smart groupmate then, huh?” he mocks and presses his hand between your thighs. He knows that he is giving you enough relief when you bite down on your lip. “Keep going, honey. I know you had Indy’s class today for capstone as well,” Ian applies more pressure where he cups you, “I know you’re so tired from using your little brain today, but you know better. Rock your hips, baby”.

“Ian, please,” you whine as you shamelessly rub yourself against his hand. At this rate, you don’t care if any of your classmates see you on their walks home. Everything, but Ian’s touch slips from your mind as the outside world blurs past you. His touch causes warm washes to crash through you and tingle all over your body. Feeling his hand sharply come down on you, you let free a broken moan.

“Almost there, sweetheart. Keep going,” Ian encourages, but an edge in his voice makes you shake.

“Couldn’t pay attention,” you shyly mumble. Your legs squeeze around his hand as you hang your head. The additional friction causes you to throb against his hand and pathetically grind down. Your climax stings as it builds when Ian lightly traces his fingers across you. Then he digs into you and presses the heel of hand hard against your bucking hips, nearly stopping you. “Fuck, I know,” you plead with tears threatening your lashline, “He called me out for it twice, and ‘m not even that embarrassed about it. ‘S just syllabus week, and I’ve been-”. You bite down hard on your lip from slipping too much. Ian’s already proving his point that he’s the one in control. That he has you wrapped around his finger. But you weren’t going to so easily admit that you were left helpless after a fleeting touch and a few buzz words.

Ian looks over at you through the corner of his eyes and sees just how much of a mess you are. Your chest heavy as you try to catch your breath. Wrinkles crease your forehead from chasing your high. Thighs twitching against his warm hand when he moves in the slightest. His mouth runs dry at the beautiful sight. “Just that you were a fucking brat all day and couldn’t deal with it?” Ian hums. Focusing on the road, he counts down the apartment numbers in his head. Just one more block. “That you couldn’t pull your mind out of the gutter long enough to listen to your advisor. It’s a miracle you’ve lasted this long with how dumb you get, sweetheart,” he muses. A smirk pulls his lips into a mean expression feeding off the weak sounds coming from you. His hand aches as you use him for your own pleasure, but that won’t last very long once you get home.

“How close?” he demands.

“So close. N-nearly there,” you stutter against his hand. Arousal burns everything you touch and makes the building pressure unbearable. “Ian, please. I know I was a brat-” you plead.

“You really are dumb, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Ian laughs. “I was going to play a little nice if you were just playing dumb,” he emphasizes, “You shouldn’t have confessed, sweetheart. Innocent until proven guilty, right?”

Shaking under touch, you can barely understand what he’s saying. Barely recognizing the dark tone in his voice. All your attention focuses on tipping yourself over the edge as your body shutters. Your legs burn from sensitivity and desperation. Shoulders tingle in anticipation. Any thoughts in your head leave, as your mind becomes hazy.

“I-I’m not dumb,” you pant. A few stray tears bite your hot cheeks.

“Then use your pretty little head and walk”, Ian pulls his hand free and puts the car in park.

“No,” you shout and whip your teary gaze to meet Ian’s challenging look.

“Last chance to pull yourself together, brat” Ian quirks his eyebrow before exiting the car.

The fire licking at your skin starts to sizzle as you try to catch your breath and sniffle. Your mind can’t even process what just happened, you’re too far gone. A muted click vaguely registers in your mind as you gather your bag and slip out the car door. Knees wobbly, you have to lean into Ian to stand up properly.

“Got ya, honey. Come on,” Ian wraps an arm around your waist and carries his bag on the other shoulder. He guides the two of you through the triple decker’s entrance and up the stairs carefully. Even though your little whimpers and thighs pressing together drive him wild at the moment, he deosn’t want either of you to actually do something dumb and miss a step or get caught. Ian’s heart hammers against his chest when presses into your back to unlock his apartment. Your warm body molds against his and shifts under foot. He’s too drawn into how intoxicating you smell. Feeling you hesitantly grind against him makes Ian fumble with the key.

“Brat,” he mutters and shoves the key into the hole. Quickly pushing the door open, Ian forces you to move with his hasty steps and finally enter his home. He nearly breaks the key as he pulls it free and slams the door shut behind him, locking it.

You watch Ian drop his bag onto the side table and throw his keys in the dish. Everything is still as Ian rubs his jaw with a weak smile.

“Bed, baby,” he directs you with his chin. He takes off his sunglasses, and his dark eyes are nearly black when he stares back at you. You turn to run to the bedroom and throw your bag to the living room couch. With every step closer you take off a piece of clothing. Echoing footsteps grow louder behind you, and your heart spikes. You finally got through the day, and you can let go for the weekend.

Passing through the kitchen, you beeline to the bedroom. Still messy as usual with cds stacked haphazardly next to the record player and journals scatter the top of the dresser. The bed invites you with fresh, white and gray linens. Even in the dizzying excitement, your heart swells that Ian wants you to feel comfortable in his home with your favorite morning drink on hand and clean sheets to welcome you.

You throw yourself onto the soft duvet, and Ian falls on top of you. Unable to help the carefree laughter bubbling inside you, you chuckle and pull his head down to press a warm kiss to his lips. His hands run down your sides and squeeze at your soft skin. The dull pain of his teeth nipping at your bottom lip pulls a needy moan from your mouth. Quick to seize the opportunity, Ian slips his tongue past your swollen lips and teases your own. You press your hand against his hard cock and start to slowly rub the little drizzle of precum up his length. An achy need shoots through your stomach when he groans into your mouth.

“Promise that I’ll take my time later. Alright, baby?” Ian trails his nose across your jaw and pants against your neck. “You’ve been driving me insane today,” he punctuated his words with a sudden roll of his hips against your own, “Just need to be inside you, baby. That okay? Gonna let me do what I want to you?”

“I thought you were here to help me,” you tease and meet his hips. Both of you breath heavily at the spiraling sensation your movement caused. Your tummy tickles as Ian grazes your hip bone with the rough pads of his fingers. Slowly, he dips his hand following the slope of your thigh to between your legs.

Ian’s eyes lock onto you as he pauses, his hand hovers just far enough from where you need him most. “I am a selfish man. I have never claimed otherwise,” he growls, “I can still take care of you even if I’m greedy for your body. Even if I’m addicted to you and only want just another taste. I may not be a lover, but I will make sure that the thought of another partner never crosses your mind”. He lightly starts to trace your hole, just enough to catch your undivided attention. “You’re mine, got it? You went after me. You want me. No one else will ever come close to what I do to you,” he says, lips moving against your own as he speaks. His words sit heavy on your chest and make your core burn. Ian’s other leaves the side of your head to reach over and grab the small bottle of lube on his nightstand. The faint click of its cap breaks your gaze to watch him lube his fingers before they return to your body. 

Ian slowly sinks a finger into you, not breaking eye contact with you, and pulls a whine from your swollen lips. “I’m going to make sure that I’ve ruined you for anyone else who even thinks they have a shot with you,” he promises and presses a searing kiss to your mouth. Your breath catches as he adds another finger, stretching you out. Carefully scissoring you open, Ian grips your hip with his other hand. Fingers dig into your figure as he starts to make you unwind and lose yourself to him. 

“Ian, I don’t want anyone else,” you quietly mumble against his mouth. You anchor your hands in his hair and scrap your fingers against his scalp as you pull him closer to you. His guttural moan vibrates against you making you dizzy at the growing arousal building in you. His fingers press upward into you and hit your sweet spot sending a sting of pleasure up your body.

“Then I'm gonna keep it that way. Remind you who you belong to after the stunts you pulled today,” Ian nips your lip before moving his mouth against your neck.

When Ian removes his fingers from you, a sudden emptiness makes you buck your hips in frustration. Not even able to voice your complaint, you feel the tip of Ian’s dick at your entrance.

He rubs his leaking tip against you, smearing pre cum to help lube you. Ian drags his lips up your neck and rests them at the shell of your ear: “Beg”.

Everything hurts. Everything’s too much and not enough at the same time. At the drop of a single word, you let go completely. All the walls come tumbling down at the growing flames building in you.

“Ian, please. I need you in me,” you practically sob, “I want you closer. I want to feel your thick cock inside me as you use me however you want. Just- fuck, I need more”.

With your broken pleads, Ian sinks the tip of his dick inside you. You sob at the slight relief, and your eyes flutter close.

“Keep going. I know you have so many big words in your little brain, baby,” his hot breath stings you.

“Ian,” you shout as your eyes flash open only. “I haven’t been able to think about anything, but you, Ian. Every thought that I’ve managed to have today has been counting down to coming home tonight. You left me wanting more after this morning, and I’m desperate. Please,” you weep. Your eyes sting as you easily admit what he’s done to you.

A searing cloud of pleasure sweeps across your neck when Ian bites down on your sensitive spot. Dizzy from his sudden movement, you barely feel your legs shake as he fully inserts himself into you. The close proximity overwhelms you as Ian snaps his hips against your own, setting a swift pace. 

Your eyes droop as you let yourself completely relax underneath him. The dull stab of pleasure hits every time the tip of his of cock continuously rubs against your sweet spot. Moans echo through the room as both of you lose yourself in each other’s touch. Your thighs sting from the constant denial through the day as you wrap your legs around Ian’s waist.

Now pushing deeper inside you, Ian watches through hooded eyes as you arch your back and a shattering moan passes your lips. “That’s it, baby. Let go, I know you’re close, so just let go. I got ya,” Ian rasps and snaps his hips harder against your own.

“‘S too much,” you whine. The burning crescendo builds in your stomach making you thrash. Either an attempt to chase after your climax or to escape Ian’s brutal ruts- you don’t know or care. All you can feel is Ian’s overwhelming presence. One arm presses your body into the mattress to hold you still, and you feel his veins tickle your skin. His face presses into the crook of your neck and every pepperd kiss flames across your skin. Everytime Ian pushes into you, you feel as if he sinks deeper than the last time. Arousal pools in your stomach when he changes his tempo to a more unforgiving pace and slams into you.

“Thought you said I could do whatever I want with you, baby,” Ian chides and bites down on your neck again. Purple welts blossom across your skin and spur him to keep pushing you further over the edge.”Thought you said you needed me closer,” Ian moans as he moves his hand from your waist and rests his hand against your lower stomach. Both of you feel how far Ian’s dick ruts into you with each thrust. The added pressure makes your toes curl.

“P-please, Ian,” your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. With each movement of his hips, Ian knocks the wind out of you.

“‘Can’t make up your mind, huh, baby?” Ian mocks you with a teasing smile, “You don’t need to think anymore- just focus on me”.

The combination of desire stirring in you and Ian’s words of encouragement, send you over. Your back arches making your chest press up into his own. Hastily running your hands down his neck, you grip his shoulders. Fingertips dig into his broad muscles and irritate his skin with scratches when you drag your nails. It feels like something snaps inside you, and you let out a devastated moan as everything goes white.

Pride stokes Ian’s arousal at the sight of you so far gone on his cock. Moving his hand off your stomach, he catches your back and eases you back onto the bed to press into you with quick ruts. Your incoherent babbles fall mute to his ears as blood rushes through him, and he chases his high. His cock stutters deep inside you with one sharp thrust, and Ian fills you with cum. His hips rock against yours as he rides out his orgasm to your weak whines and whimpers.

Ian holds himself above you as the two of you come down from your orgasms and looks down at your fucked out expression. Tears stains run down your flushed cheeks. Your neck is painted with his signature mark. Chest rising and falling as you desperately breathe in any oxygen you can. A work of art created by Ian Malcolm.

“Need you breathe in, baby,” Ian rubs his thumb against your cheekbone, “And when I pull out, you’re gonna exhale, okay?” His arm holds himself up as he lightly rests his other hand on your chest.

Barely holding onto consciousness, you mumble in response and poorly nod your head. Fatigue envelopes you in a thick blanket, and Ian’s voice does nothing but lull you to sleep. His hand tickles your chest causing you to mutter in protest and try to swat his hand away.

“Deep breath in,” Ian coes at how your face scrunches into a pout, but he feels you listen to his words. “And then out,” Ian pulls out of you as you exhale. His heart pangs when you wince at the movement. “Sorry, sweetheart. Must not be fun,” he rubs his hand up your side to sooth you.

Ian drops to your side and lays down, always keeping at least his leg pressed against your own or a hand on you while he settles. Once the pillows are right and the alarm clocks set for an hour later in the evening, Ian carefully pulls you to his chest and trails his finger softly in random shapes across your skin. 

“You alright?” Ians quietly asks. But he’s met only with faint snores and deep breaths as a response. He presses a lingering kiss to the crown of your head before closing his eyes. “You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” he mumbles. A small laugh bubbles against his body as you shift to get more comfortable, quickly returning to deep slumber. Shaking his head, Ian yawns, “So, you’ll hear that, but not when I tell you to behave. Jesus christ, you’re a piece of work”. Draping his other arm around your shoulders, Ian smiles when you rest one leg on top of his thighs.

Finally through the day, the two of you can just enjoy each other’s tender touches and company for the weekend.

[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.” 

Tags: @glowstick-anon

[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.

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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.

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

[dramaticl0vers]

Fear, Trauma, and Chaos Theory (Husband! Ian Malcolm x Wife! Reader)

(Let's imagine that Ian's children are yours, and that you were the only "Mrs. Malcolm", I'm too lazy to write)

You were an expert paleontologist who had met Malcolm early in college.

At first, they both hated each other and couldn't even stand to see each other, given the fact that their ideas contrasted terribly.

But after a while, they realized that they were an exceptional team on the science side, before realizing that they actually liked each other.

That's how you ended up married to Ian Malcolm, a handsome scientist and mathematician who's obsessed with chaos theory.

After a while, you two had your three children.

Elizabeth Jones Malcolm, age 8, Luke Jones Malcolm, age 5, and finally, Jeremy Jones Malcolm, age 2.

Your husband and your children were without a doubt the things you loved the most in this world, but your love for science and the dinosaurs meant that you couldn't refuse Hammond's invitation to go to Jurassic Park.

And everything was going great, in the helicopter they both sat next to each other, and they even held hands during the Hammond documentary.

But the problems started when your husband started flirting with Dr. Sattler.

You just looked at Alan, who gave you a look of embarrassment and understanding.

But the seriousness of the matter began when you told Ian how you felt, he accused you of being: "Tantrum and Childish", so you got out of the car and got in with Tim and Lex.

Oh, what a bad decision.

The T-Rex attacked, you and Tim fell down the ravine into the tree, and Malcolm ended up passed out with a badly injured leg.

During the entire stay in the bunker, Malcolm prayed to God for your well-being, blaming himself for your disappearance.

And this is how it is now, you were limping as fast as you could to the convertible with Tim, Lex, Ellie and Alan at your sides.

-"Y/n!"-

Your husband yelled to see you walking with difficulty, being helped by Alan.

-"Ian!"-

When you got in the car, you hugged him as tight as you could, avoiding not rubbing his wounds.

Tears ran down both cheeks as they kissed each other desperately.

-"I'm sorry, my love, I'm so sorry, everything that happened to you was my fault"-

He told you while joining their foreheads, you sobbed.

Without separating their joined foreheads, you wrapped your arms around Ian's neck.

-"Mhmm, Mrs. and Mr. Malcolm, we are here, we are childrens please"-

Timie said, you laughed and looked at him while still hugging your husband. you patted the heads of both children.

-"I know Timie, I know"-

[trash-gobby]

Dating Ian Malcolm Would Include

Summary: Some Ian Malcolm headcanons to tide you over until seeing the new Jurassic Park movie comes out. A little short, but I might make more stuff like this if people like these ones.

Pairing(s): Ian Malcolm X GN!Reader

Characters: Ian Malcolm, Reader

RATING: PG

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✨ Being always on your toes. He's a pretty spontaneous man and always likes to be on the go. Whether that is going to remote parts of the world for trekking through the wilds, visiting the Las Vegas casinos, or going skydiving.

✨ Feelings like the center of his world. Dr. Malcolm really likes to lay it on with his partners in order to prolong the relationship as much as possible. Him being extremely charismatic also helps.

✨ He'll shower you in gifts, like trips with him around the world and taking you out for extravagant dinners.

✨ Showing you the interesting and unseen parts of the world you never would have thought of being there, is something Ian highly enjoys. Seeing the look on your face, of wonder and joy is something that makes his heart swell.

✨ However, Ian is someone who always needs to be doing something new, which means that trying to keep up with him can sometimes be exhausting.

✨ Ian is also reluctant to really commit since he's already been married more than once, and worries that you will just become another bitter ex of his.

✨ You two will really need to be compatible and communicate if you want to make this relationship work. Especially encouraging Ian to confront his commitment issues.

✨ Getting along with his daughter Kelly will be incredibly important if your going to be partners long term. She's also pretty picky considering her father has brought home a lot of partners.

✨ Putting up with some very long conversations about the chaos and balance which can be found within the world of mathematics is something your going to have to do. If you like maths, that's a major plus, since Ian will be interested in your opinion on certain topics.

✨ He's pretty physically affectionate and is definitely comfortable with PDA. Although he's not gonna get to hot and heavy in public.

✨ Mostly Ian wants to make sure that everyone knows your his partner and that he's proud to have you by his side. Sometimes that means having his hand around your waist while you talk to others or leaning into you slightly.

✨ Has a tendency to get jealous if he thinks someone is flirting with you, but is more likely to politely bring this up to you in private then anything else.

✨ Very much a goofball and doesn't tend to take much of anything seriously. This can be annoying or really endearing.

✨ Does know when to take things serious in a crisis and has a pretty good head on his shoulders, which is pretty hot.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

It All Started At Jurassic Park - Ian Malcolm X Female Reader

Title: It All Started At Jurassic Park

Ian Malcolm X Female Reader

Additional Characters: John Hammond, Dr. Henry Wu, Alan, and Ellie

| Part 2 | Part 3 |

WC: 1,436

Warnings: N/A

Checking her clipboard, the scientist took notes on the unhatched eggs, analyzing them as the robot arm gently picked them up and turned them, keeping them warm. Jotting down a few notes, the female scientist made her way to her co-worker, passing off her notes and heading to her desk. Sitting down at her computer, she made sure to add anything to her notes digitally, and made sure to fill out her paperwork for the day before her lunch break. 

Y/N L/N worked for John Hammond, as a paleontologist in his growing theme park, Jurassic Park. Somehow the man had brought dinosaurs back to life, and when he came to her, offering her a job as a baby dinosaur caretaker, she couldn’t say no.

Y/N had been working for John for a very long time. She had been one of the first few people who joined and began working at Jurassic Park. It was an amazing new start for Y/N and her boring life. She never thought, in her wildest dreams, that she would ever get the chance to see a dinosaur in real life, that wasn’t just bones. She felt very fortunate for being chosen to do this job. She was three years out of college, studying and majoring in Paleontology, Marine Biology, and Earth Science. For all of University and College, she had been working as a part-time barista, and she never thought she would be able to get out of it. 

Now, after about two years, Y/N had been rising up in the ranks of life. She had basically her dream job, amazing income, and free health insurance. She even had a small cottage on the island, not really leaving often anyway. She was in constant need at the lab, making sure the dino eggs were staying warm and healthy while also taking care of the baby dinosaurs as they grew. It had to be the best thing she had ever done. For hours she got to sit with the baby dinosaurs, taking care of them and making sure they were healthy. Even though John always made sure that the baby dinos imprinted on him first, Y/N felt that she too had a strong connection with them as well. Readjusting her glasses, she finished her online work for the day, making sure to close everything up before leaving the lab for lunch. 

+ + +

“Come on in.” John Hammond spoke softly, taking off his hat and handing it to one of the technicians.

“Good morning, Henry.” John greeted the scientist, who was taking notes.

“Oh, good day, sir,” Henry spoke, noticing the man.

Grant looked around the room, his eyes catching the eggs, watching as one of the eggs made a strong move, the robotic arm steadying it. 

“My God, look!” He exclaimed as John, Henry, Ellie, and Ian joined him.

“Ah, perfect timing. I was hoping they would hatch before I had to go on the boat.” Henry mentioned, writing a few things on his clipboard of notes.

Looking up and around quickly, John looked back to the hatching egg.

“Where’s Dr. L/N? She needs to be here for this.” John asked as Henry looked up from his clipboard and looked around the room as well.

“I think she went to lunch, sir,” Henry answered, going back to his clipboard.

“Have someone notify her of the hatching, please,” John asked, grabbing a pair of plastic gloves and slipping them on.

“Right away, sir,” Henry spoke before grabbing his walkie-talkie.

The egg begins to crack, the robotic arm moves away, a baby dinosaur tries to break its way out, just its head sticking out of the shell. John reaches down carefully, breaking the shell away, helping the baby dinosaur out.

“Come on then, out you come.” John cooed to the small dinosaur.

“They imprint on the first living creature they come in contact with. That helps them to trust me. I’ve been present for the birth of every animal on the island. Just look at that.” John spoke, as he carefully petted the baby dino’s head.

“Surely not the ones that have bred in the wild?”

“Actually, they can’t breed in the wild. We have a huge thing for population control. There is no unauthorized breeding.” A voice quickly answered, gaining John and his company’s attention.

“Took the words right out of my mouth, Y/N.” Henry chuckled, before heading to his desk to file the baby dino’s birth report.

John stood up, quickly tossing his gloves in the trash, before turning to the scientist.

“Y/N, how wonderful of you to join us. The first egg just hatched.” John spoke and Y/N’s eyes widened, quickly heading over and checking on the baby.

“Darn, my calculations must have been off. I thought I still had a couple of days.” She spoke, pushing up the edge of her glasses, before grabbing a pair of her own gloves. 

Helping out with the shell, she gently took the baby dino in her hands, observing and making sure the baby was doing alright, and all seemed fine.

“How do you know that they can’t breed?” Ian asked, more intrigued by the scientist than the answer to his question.

“They are all females, we’ve engineered them that way.” Gently turning the dinosaur in her hands, Y/N tilted her head to the side.

“Body temperature feels like somewhere around eighty-eight or eighty-nine degrees,” Y/N mumbled.

“Henry?” John asked, gaining the other scientist’s attention.

“Ninety-one.” He answered.

Y/N nodded and gave a small smile.

“Close enough. Doesn’t seem to be any issues in breathing or anything. She’s as healthy as can be.” She spoke as Ian looked at John skeptically.

“But again, how do you know they’re all female? Does someone go into the park and, uh… Lift up the dinosaurs’ skirts?”

“We control their chromosomes. It’s not that difficult. All vertebrate embryos are inherently female anyway. It takes an extra hormone at the right developmental stage to create a male, and we simply deny them that.” Henry explained as Ian stood there, shocked.

“Your silence intrigues me,” John spoke.

“John, the kind of control you’re attempting is not possible. If there’s one thing the history of evolution has taught us, it’s that life will not be contained. Life breaks free. It expands to new territories. It crashes through barriers. Painfully, maybe even… Dangerously, but… Well, there it is.”

“There it is.” John agreed as Henry looked at Ian.

“You’re implying that a group composed entirely of females will… breed?” He spoke, looking at the man with furrowed eyebrows. 

“No, I’m simply saying that life… uh, finds a way.” Ian tried to explain.

“That is true… Mr… Uh…” Y/N gestured with a hand for the seeming rockstar's name.

“Ian, Ian Malcolm.” He introduced himself, giving the woman a smile, in which she blushed.

Y/N nodded and continued, "It’s true, Mr. Malcolm, but, here, we sort of change how life sort of works. I guess it’s hard to explain.” She laughed awkwardly, before looking towards Alan, who was looking intensely at the baby dino.

“Do you want to hold her?” Y/N asked the man, who abruptly looked up and gave a nod. 

“Yes, thank you.”

“Just put on some gloves over there.” She spoke, as Alan quickly pulled on some gloves.

Y/N gently handed the baby dino over to the man, who had taken a deep breath in return. He had a certain suspicion of what it was. 

“What species is this?” He asked, gently holding the baby in both hands.

“It’s a velociraptor,” Y/N spoke, taking her gloves off and throwing them in the nearby trash can.

“You bred raptors?” He asked, and the scientist nodded slowly, looking at the man in slight confusion. 

Alan looked down at the baby raptor the small dinosaur in his hand that would one day grow up to be an incredible killer. Y/N checked over any of the other unhatched dino eggs, making sure none of them were hatching. Sighing, she pushed up her glasses again before looking back at John and his group. 

“It was nice to meet you all, but I have to get to the baby sector. I’ll hopefully see you all later.” She spoke before heading to the door, before leaving she turned to Henry.

“Dr. Wu, could you please notify me when the next babies hatch?” She asked the other doctor, who nodded and gave the woman a smile.

“Thank you.”

Turning to Ian, Y/N smiled at the man. "And, I'll hopefully be seeing you, Ian?" She asked and Ian smirked, looking the scientist up and down.

"Uh, yes... Hopefully so." He spoke and Y/N nodded before clearing her throat and rushing off and out of the lab.

Ian watched after her, his smile never leaving his face. Ellie nudged the man and smiled up at him.

"I think she likes you." She spoke and Ian nodded, continuing to stare at the door you left through.

"Yeah, I think she does."

Ellie chuckled, crossing her arms. "And I think you like her."

Ian nodded once more, pushing up his glasses, his cheeks feeling warm. "Yeah, I think I do."

[ssadumba55]

Love Finds A Way (Ian Malcolm X Reader)

Request: Hello!! I love your Ian malcolm x reader so far and I was just wondering if you could do another one (either set in the first or second movie) where ian and the reader get separated and it freaks Ian out until they find each other again and ian decides to confess his feelings maybe? Thanks!

A/N: Let's go! I've never written anything set in the first movie but that movie moves a lot faster so forgive me cutting through to get to the good bits. I spared you every dinosaur chase scene, you're welcome. Enjoy!

This trip was a mistake, you realized that now covered in mud and sitting in a tree.

Come along, Ian had suggested, it’ll be fun. It wasn’t fun now, you’d be sure to remind him of that… if you ever saw him again. Even though you had wanted to stay behind with Ian, Alan had convinced you to join him and the kids.

Now, the other three were getting some shuteye. How they could sleep with all of this around them, you would never know. You watched the Brachiosaurs eat from the safety of your vantage point. All the joy and wonder you had felt earlier on the tour was now gone, replaced with a feeling of dread deep in the pit of your stomach.

There was no way you were getting out of this alive, even with the help of the amazing Dr. Alan Grant. You had never been a fearless fighter or particularly intelligent.

“You’re still awake?” Dr. Grant asked softly. You had thought he was asleep but it appeared he’d just been resting eyes. He didn’t even look like the man you’d met earlier that day, each of his arms wrapped around one of the children he had despised.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m worried about Dr. Malcolm, that’s all.”

It was a fair worry, he was your friend and mentor. The two of you had spent a lot of time together both in the workplace and out. You liked to think there was an inseparable bond between the two of you, something that rarely anyone else had. No matter how many wives or girlfriends he went through, what was between you both would never change.

“He’s fine. As long as he stays still, even if the T. Rex circles back, he’ll live.”

Realistically, you knew he was right but still. Nobody but the four of you knew where he was and you had no idea how to get to the others. Worst vacation ever, Ian owed you one if the two of you got off this stinking island alive.

Meanwhile, Dr. Ian Malcolm was in a panic himself. His leg was in pain, but it was dull compared to his worry for you. Now that he wasn’t being chased by a giant meat eating dinosaur, he could think properly and he had noticed your absence.

There were two options; you were laying out there dead somewhere (which he hated to think about, that couldn’t be the one) or you were wherever Dr. Grant and Hammond’s grandchildren were.

“We should be out there looking for them,” he tried to shift but his leg was in worse shape than he thought. Ellie hurried forward, scolding him for moving and putting himself in pain. She was obviously worried for Alan as well, they had issues, the two of them.

Was being in love with a workplace friend a common occurrence because it seemed like they were in the exact same department and- Oh god, if you and Alan died they would never get to tell them. More importantly he would never get to tell you.

At some point, Gennaro and Ellie leave to go look for Arnold, leaving him and Hammond to guide them to where they needed to go. He tried to keep his head in the game as much as possible, his survival and the others depended on it but he was too worried about you.

This had to be some sick twisted joke the universe had decided to play on him, he didn’t tell the one he loved he loved them when he had the chance, he fooled around with so many people... and this was his sick and twisted comeuppance.

He supposed if that was what was going on he deserved it, but damn it if he didn’t wish his leg was better so he could be out there looking for you.

How many adults did it take to hold a door shut against one Velociraptor? Apparently, three. You, Alan and Ellie leaned against the door, trying your best to keep it shut while Lex and Tim figured out the computer system.

“This is where we die,” you muttered under your breath as Ellie tried desperately to reach for the shotgun that was just out of her grasp.

“You did it!” Tim shouted and just like that the locks were on the doors.

The relief was short lived, but such is life when you’re on a dinosaur infested island. The five of you escaped through the vents, making your way back to the main entrance of the visitors building. It was a race against time (and Velociraptors), but in the end, you all made it safely back to the ground and the T. Rex took care of the raptors.

“Come on,” Alan ushered the kids, you and Ellie out the front door. You felt like you were going to pass out just from the adrenaline. Hammond and Ian were waiting outside in the jeep but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to either of them as you climbed in. Alan said something but you leaned back in the jeep seat, releasing a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding.

You weren’t home safe yet but it sure felt like it.

After that, everything was a blur. The helicopter ride home was silent, everyone contemplating everything they had just witnessed on the island. For once, even the great Ian Malcolm had nothing to say.

You leaned against him and he let you, clearly just as happy as you were to be in the same vicinity once again.

Upon landing in Costa Rica, the group went their separate ways. Hammond went off with his grandchildren, Ellie needed medical care and Alan went with her, Ian needed his own care so you went with him. You wondered if you’d ever get to see those people again. It was a strange thing to bond over, but you felt like you were all that much closer now that you’d been through this together.

Ian was out for a while so you pulled up a chair and slept beside the hospital bed.

“(Y/n)?” You awoke to someone saying your name, visions of giant lizard monsters danced in your vision for a few moments longer as you blinked awake.

You would surely be having nightmares of that for a long time.

Ian was awake, he had shifted himself into a sitting position, his hand on yours. You met his eyes, there was a lot that needed to be said. You wanted to tell him everything that had happened, with Alan and the kids and the raptors and-

You hugged him instead, it was strange, even though the two of you were fairly close, neither of you had ever been huge fans of physical contact.

He hugged you back though.

“That was the worst vacation ever…” You whispered, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes.

He chuckled. “Next time you can pick, no more dinosaur islands. I promise.”

You suddenly became aware of the very little space between the two of you. This was the closest the two of you had ever been in a non joking manner. It felt like being separated from each other on a dinosaur infested island had changed something in your dynamic, though you weren’t sure what it was. The smile on his face faded slightly and he reached up, closing the distance between the two of you, hand gently pressed to your cheek.

That’s what it was. The dynamic between you two had DEFINITELY changed.

“I’ve, uh, always wanted to do that.” He sounded slightly guilty, pulling away.

There were butterflies in your stomach and somehow the world seemed to be spinning. You laughed nervously, something about experiencing this so soon after a near death experience was hilarious to you.

"Funnily enough, me too," you admit, pressing your forehead to his. It's really too soon to know what this really means or if this is all just a crazy reaction to being separated and not able to see each other but you don't even care.

You could put a label on it later, he would agree. For now the two of you had each other and you were never letting go. And if Ian asked you to sleep with him later that night and if the two of you awoke each other from nightmares screaming only to comfort each other, nobody else needed to know.

You'd always had a special bond. This just made it stronger.