#imagine jurassic park

[imgaine-it-all]

Simon: Where's the sibling? Claire: She ate it, but we can't tell their caretaker, Y/n, that Simon: Why not? Claire: Cause our scientists are sure this was an act from the Indominus Rex to eliminate competition for Y/n's attention. So we just tell them that the sibling died from natural causes. Simon: -silent stare-

[rafeandonlyrafe]

escape from isla nublar

words: 2.6k

warnings: jurassic world alternate universe, dinosaurs, violence, brief mentions of gore (but not detailed), illusions of sex but not actually written out, established relationship, soft!rafe, death tw, proposal, mentions of anxiety & panic attacks

a/n: im having a lot of fun with writing aus, so here! take another one!

“thank you so much for bringing me here, rafe.” you coo out, getting onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

rafes arm slides around your waist, keeping you tugged in close as the boat approaches the dock of the island. you squeal along with all the children gathered around impatient and ready to jump off the boat and explore.

“welcome to isla nublar!” the voice of a friendly sounding woman says over the speakers. “please disembark slowly and carefully and enjoy your stay in jurassic park!”

“baby, can i just say-” rafe begins as the crowd shuffles forward, most with bags in their hands or suitcases being wheeled behind them, but rafe has already arranged to have them brought to your room so you can get right to exploring. 

“mhm.” you hum, encouraging him to continue.

“that you've been so chill this entire trip so far. proud of you.” it might sound weird to anyone else, but you've always gotten nervous when leaving your home for too long, worried something bad would happen. rafe saw it on your first trip he took you on where you tried and very much failed to hide your anxiety.

“im so excited there's like no room for nerves.” you giggle as you walk down the gangway. “and the fact that you let me plan everything. you know how much i love a schedule.”

“we are so different.” rafe shakes his head, hand squeezing yours as you step into the concrete, turning away from the crowds heading to the resort and towards the main street and the iconic innovation center.

“opposites attract.” you state, and it couldn't be more true, but rafe loves you more than he could ever envision caring about someone.

as you round the lagoon, trying to see if you're able to catch a glimpse of the giant mosasaurs in its depths, you feel your excitement levels only elevate more.

“oh my gosh, there's the petting zoo entrance.” you turn and pout to rafe.

“isn't that mostly for kids?” he raises a singular eyebrow.

“i mean yeah, but you also get to pet baby dinosaurs. totally worth it.” you tug him towards the entrance.

--

“okay.” you sigh, placing your hands on your hips. “i guess we should slow down so we have things to do for the rest of the trip.” 

“im already exhausted.” rafe chuckles. “how about dinner then to the hotel?”

as tired as rafe is, he's certainly not going to complain about being run around isla nublar when he gets to see the gleaming smile on your face every time he looks at you.

“sounds good… we could go to winstons steak house,” you point in one direction, then the other “jurassic cafe, or the brachiosaurus restaurant.”

“how about whatever is closest.” rafe rubs his hand over his face.

“okay steak house it is.” it's your turn to take rafes hand. 

he barely manages to stay awake through dinner, and by the time you're back at the hotel, he's passed out on the bed before he can change into his pajamas.

--

“what would you like to do today?” you ask rafe. “anything but that hang gliding, you know how i feel about heights.”

“the gyrospheres look fun.” rafe shrugs and looks at the map pulled up on your phone. “or kayaking.”

“why not both.” you toss your phone to the side and cup rafes cheek, bringing your lips together in a kiss.

“you're the best boyfriend ever.”

rafe places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you down onto the mattress, laying you back.

“we can wait a little bit though, right?” the smirk on his face gives him away.

“i think that would be fine.” you giggle, pulling rafes shirt off over his head.

--

“that was actually so fun.” you hum out.

“it was when you let me drive and we could finally go fast.” rafe says. you were halfway through the gyrosphere tour when you handed the controls over to rafe, allowing him to speed through the ankylosaurus herds.

“but we will not be doing that on the kayak.” you hold your finger up.

“yes ma’am.” rafe says, slipping the attendant a $20 bill to move you to the front of the line, not wanting you to have to wait.

“life vest.” rafe says, slipping it over your head while he just grabs his and throws it into the kayak, not planning on putting it on unless something happens.

rafe helps you step down into the kayak, grabbing the paddle knowing he's going to sit in the back and do all the work.

--

“this is so beautiful.” you say, leaning back into your seat as you look at the stegosaurus and it's long neck reaching up to grab the leaves, his feet submerged in the water as you paddle past.

“this might be even better than the velociraptors.” rafe says.

“wait-” you sit up. “whats that sound? is that a radio?”

it takes a second for rafes ears to pick it up, but he can hear the frantic static of voices over a walkie talkie.

rafe continues to paddle, realizing suddenly that you've separated from all the other kayaks and can't see anyone. he brings the kayak closer to the side when he hears the radio as you reach out to pick it up from the muddy bank.

you turn the volume knob up as you try to make out what the voice is saying through the water logged speaker.

“we sent the containment unit out with nonlethal force and they're all dead! immediate evacuation, get everyone inside and back to the hotel!”

“rafe…” you turn towards him, eyes widening in fear.

“im sure it's just some kid pulling a prank.” rafe takes the radio, finding the speech button and pressing it. “what is going on?”

“who is that? this is an authorized channel.” one voice says before another cuts it out.

“whoever you are, seek shelter immediately. the indominus rex is on the loose, currently heading towards-” the radio sparks and then dies out.

“shit.” rafe hits it against his thigh, but it's clearly no use.

“rafe.” your voice is already shaking. “the indominus rex. i don't know what it is, but it doesn't sound good.”

“okay.” rafe stands up and steps out of the kayak, pulling it onto the bank before helping you out. “baby-” he places his hands on your shoulders. “i need you to stay calm. you know this island like the back of your hand. where are we?”

“we-” you take a deep, shaking breath. “we are halfway through the kayak adventure. we should head just west and find the road to the aviary.”

“okay.” rafe presses a kiss to your forehead. “let's go quickly and quietly. im sure they've already contained whatever dinosaur escaped.”

“yeah.” you nod, gulping, not so sure.

rafes steady hand stays in yours, helping you over bushes and downed trees.

“shouldn't be much farther.” you bite your lip, hoping you didn't get the direction wrong.

“hang on.” rafe whispers, placing a finger over his lips. 

before you can fully comprehend what's happening, he's tugging you down under a giant tropical plant, the leaves hiding you as you hear whatever rafe did, the pounding footsteps of dinosaurs.

“that's the stegosaurus we saw earlier.” you remember the distinct marking along its side.

“get over here.” rafe pulls you in tighter, not allowing you to see as he presses you against the stem of the large plant, covering your body with his own.

“it's okay, it's a herbivore.” you say, when you hear the second set of dinosaur footsteps following it. you tense up, and you can feel a panic attack setting in as you pick your head up to see some sort of giant rex running after it.

you both stay still and silent until it's clearly far enough away.

“rafe.” you tremble as you turn into your back, his body still hovering over yours, protecting you, willing to put himself in the line of danger if he needs to.

“it's okay.” his voice is betraying how scared he is as well, but he's going to try his best to not let you see it. “let's just get to the aviary.”

“i-i can't.” you shake your head. “im fucking terrified.” 

“me too, baby.” he says. “but we gotta get under cover somewhere before that thing catches up to the stegosaurus and comes back for us.”

you swallow deeply, eyes closing for a brief minute, gaining all your courage you possibly can.

“okay.” you're up and moving quickly, running towards the aviary. your steps are no longer balanced and cautious, moving quickly through the jungle until you make it through the trees to the grassy plane.

“the aviary!” you point at the large glass dome, just in time to see a helicopter careening into it, smashing a hole that instantly has pterodactyls flying out.

“shit!” rafe shouts, tugging you back into the treeline.

“we're gonna die.” you sob out, not able to hold back your tears as you crumple to the ground.

“no.” rafe says firmly. “i will not lose you.”

he knows he needs to move, especially as the pterodactyls come closer, and he doesn't have time to console you enough to get you ready to move.

rafe reaches down and pulls you into his arms, hugging your shaking form against his chest as he follows the same path of disturbed leaves and muddy footprints back to the river.

“i need you to paddle.” rafe says, glad your kayak is still in the same space. “i know you're scared, but you need to help me here. we need to go fast.”

you sniffle and look up at rafe, your big eyes filled with tears causing his heart to pang out in pain. “okay.”

rafe bends down, pressing your lips together in a soft and caressing kiss before climbing onto the back of the kayak.

you both immediately begin to paddle hastily, not knowing where the next meat eating dinosaur could be.

“the river goes underground then should let us off near main street.” you tell rafe, eyes briefly closing to envision the map in your head before putting your entire focus back onto paddling.

“baby, still.” rafe says softly, both of you pausing as you look upwards, seeing pterodactyls wings flapping over, thankfully not seeming to notice you under the treetops, yet you still wait until they pass over before beginning to paddle again.

“there's the cave.” you say, pointing as the river bends and you head underground, lights strung along the cave ceiling as you paddle underground, able to take a deep breath now that you're under cover.

“are there any dinosaurs in this cave?” rafe questions, helping you move back so you're leaned against him. 

“shouldn't be.” you say, eyes closing as your adrenaline drops now that you're mostly safe.

“go ahead and rest.” rafe hums as he paddles, looking down at you in relief.

--

“y/n.” rafe shakes your shoulder and you sit up with a gasp, looking around, waiting to see the indominus rex charging at you.

“it's okay.” rafe says. “we're just leaving the cave.”

“so that wasn't all just a nightmare?” you sit up, knowing you must not have been asleep that long, but already feeling majorly refreshed.

“im afraid not.” rafe sighs as you grab your paddle to help steer.

“so this let's out…”

“near the resort. we should be safe there.” you squint into the dying sunlight as the kayak leaves the caves and enters into the large man-made lake.

you both quickly steer to the side, glad to be out of the kayak and on your own two feet.

“to the resort.” you say, able to tell that there are still people running from main street in that direction.

rafe is about to toss the paddle back into the boat when a screech comes from overhead and you both look up to see a pterodactyl perched over cave entrance.

“run!” rafe yells, not turning his back from the dinosaur to see that you haven't moved an inch, not leaving him.

the pterodactyl lunges forward just as rafe swings his paddle at it, hitting it in the beak, but it only enrages the dinosaur more.

you move quickly to grab your paddle, joining rafe in hitting at it, keeping the snapping beak away from pecking at your skin.

“baby, go.” rafe grunts out.

“no! im not leaving you.” you keep slapping at its beak and head until it gets annoyed and roars before taking off to the sky.

“fuck.” rafe groans. “i hate dinosaurs. sorry baby.”

“that's okay.” you say with a slight laugh. “i don't think i like them that much anymore either.”

you take off towards the resort, keeping your oars held tightly in your hands, just in case any pterodactyls try something.

“onto the ship or into the resort?” you question, seeing people trying to get into both.

rafe opens his mouth to respond when a roar rips through the air.

he looks around quickly, pulling you into taller grass, not having any other close cover.

“some of the gates must be down.” you whisper.

“why?” rafe questions, not doubting you as his eyes search through the field before you point at the crowd of people, even more frantic as you watch from a distance.

“because there's a metriacanthosaurus.”

the name makes rafe blink harshly before he sees it, the dinosaur flinging people around as it takes advantage of the hoards of people trying to get to cover.

“oh my god.” you cover your mouth, watching as the carnivore rips someone in half.

“don't watch.” rafe pulls you further into the grass, tucking you against his chest.

you close your eyes and focus on his arm wrapped around your shoulder instead of the screams.

“i got you.” rafe whispers, free hand tapping his shorts to make sure the box is still there in his pocket.

“i know.” you press your lips into his neck. “i know.”

gunshots ring out and rafe looks out of the grass to see that the dinosaur has finally brought down and everyone is safely inside.

“okay, let's run.” rafe helps you stand, deciding to head towards the boat instead of the hotel, knowing it's just one step closer to getting you safe.

you take off in a run, entering up the gangway you went down just yesterday morning.

“inside the cabin.” one of the staff says quickly, ushering you through the glass doors into the packed hallway of people, but rafe keeps moving, tucking you into him until you're towards the front of the boat, able to move up a level and find a place to sit down.

“we're okay.” you say as you relax into the sofa. “we’re alive.”

“i love you.” rafe says, head dropping to your shoulder. “im never talking you on another vacation like this again, but i love you.”

“and i thought you were protective before.” you chuckle, breathing out heavily.

“really ruined my whole plan though.” rafe knows that you both just experienced a trauma that will no doubt need to be unpacked later, but you're just happy to be safe inside the cruise ship.

“what plan?” you lift your head up.

“not the best time but-” rafe sits up and pulls a box out of his pocket. “i planned to ask you in front of the waterfall, all romantic and sweet. but i don't want to waste a single moment longer.”

rafe flicks the top of the box up to reveal a glimmering ring. “will you marry me?”

you let out a squeal and jump into rafes arms, “yes!”

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie @ladyinbl00d @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry @wearemadeofstardust0

[yandere-toons]

Yandere: "is that your family?" S/O: "nope, nah-uh, nada. I've never seen those people in my life"

Years of hard data say you're lying, but they're not about to incriminate themselves by revealing so: Huey Duck, Hunter | Golden Guard, Aziraphale, Sheldon J Plankton, Doctor Nefarious, Tenth Doctor, Shang Tsung, Dr Flug, Perry the Platypus, Midoriya Izuku

Suspects the lie but rolls with it: Ian Malcolm, Louie Duck, Anthony J. Crowley, Nick Wilde, Nagito Komaeda, Captain Jack Sparrow, Lightning McQueen, Ratchet, Kaa, Bugs Bunny, Mike Wazowski, Johnny Loughran, Klaus Hargreeves, Sans Undertale, Arataka Reigen, Tyrion Lannister, Legoshi, Rouge the Bat, Wallace Wells, Kendall Roy, Connor Roy, Finnick Odair

Races over to introduce themselves: Toga Himiko, SpongeBob SquarePants, Dewey Duck, Judy Hopps, Kokichi Ouma, Beetlejuice, Celia Mae, Gaston, Mavis Dracula, Undyne, Beast Boy, Deadpool, Alvin Seville, Phil Dunphy

Believes you: Pinkie Pie, Bluey & Bingo, Jataro Kemuri, Chick Hicks, Caligosto Loboto, GIR, Daffy Duck, Bill & Ted, Olaf, Shigeo Kageyama, Starfire, Scott Pilgrim, Ken, Castiel

Laughs at your thin deceptions: Emperor Belos, Bill Cipher, Black Hat, Scar, Shere Khan, Tai Lung, Lord Shen, Pagan Min, Invader ZiM, Shao Kahn, Eleventh Doctor, Rainbow Dash, Shenzi, Randall Boggs, Duncan Pepperidge Anderson, Agent Smith, Doctor Eggman, Han Solo, Alastor, Izaya Orihara, Gideon Graves, Roman Roy, Shiv Roy, Gristol Malik

Alternative interpretation is equally funny — the yandere is pointing out random groups of people and slowly narrowing down their choices.

[astrobei]

byler x jurassic park. thank you for your time.

[eclipseshotel]

It’s kinda funny to think about how a Yautja suckling could fuck you up the way a house cat could fuck you up if it truly wanted to. Yeah, they’re cute, yet still potentially deadly, especially if they’re rather feisty by nature, prone to displays of aggression or temper tantrums, or innocently forget their true strength capacity when they just wanna play with you. The average juvenile is probably about my height (5’4”), at least, while they’re still developing into young adults. It wouldn’t take much to get wrecked.

[run-clever-boy]

Stolen Glances Pt. 1 - Ian Malcolm

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

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

Warnings: None! (Wine?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So,” you said “what’s for dinner?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, uh, very much”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always” You hear your father say.

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

~~~▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[little-wicked10]

Let Me Make You Juno (Ian Malcolm Smut)

Summary: When Ian returns from Jurassic Park, he has a new perspective on some decisions he’s been contemplating. Like the need to lock down the love of his life. (Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s song Juno)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY!!! Breeding kink, Ian being the silver tongued devil he is😏, cursing

Notes: Yes, I’m aware that the movie Juno came out several years after the original Jurassic Park BUT this is inspired by a song that was inspired by a movie (most likely I’m just assuming).

//

She was there the moment the helicopter touched down.

She was there as they gurnied him into the hospital to be treated.

She was there to take care of him every step of the way.

From his Costa Rican hospital bed, Ian would watch her sleeping form slumped in a chair in the corner. He observed her as he was lost in his thoughts. Almost dying had a way of making you reassess your life and decisions you’ve been dancing around. Like the one sitting in a velvet box back at his apartment.

Ian bought the ring before he’d made up his mind. There was a lot he was considering before asking her to marry him. He often joked he was always on the look out for the “future ex-Mrs. Malcolm”, but he was hesitant to add her to that list. She had changed his life. She had encouraged him to start carving out more time for his children, albeit a slow process since he had to become civil with their mothers. No one had pushed him to better himself quite like her.

Staring death in the face with all its sharp and bloody teeth was when he made his decision. Ian prayed (for the first time in who knows how long) he’d make it off that island so he could finally ask her that all important question. She WAS the future and last Mrs. Malcolm. No matter what, he��d be with her until his heart stopped beating.

//

“What?”

Ian smiled at her shocked expression, “Will you marry me, my wonderful and beautiful goddess?”

Her eyes stared at the ring in the box he held out to her. The diamond shined in the candlelight of their romantic dinner. “You’re…are you serious?” her heartbeat a million miles a minute.

“Of course I am, my darling. You’ve changed my life in such an…exponential way. You’ve made me uh…a better man, a better father to not just my current kids but for our future kids,” Ian pulled the ring from the box and held it between his fingers, “So…what do ya say?”

“You want…with me? Yes, Ian! Yes!” happy tears fogged her eyes as she grasped his face between her hands and kissed him.

Ian almost dropped the ring as he wrapped his arms around her, her tears wetting his cheeks. The restaurant goers that had been watching erupted in joyous clapping. She pulled away from their kiss and held out her left hand. Ian gently took her hand in his, carefully slipping the ring onto her finger. Their joy was infectious. He knew in his heart this was meant to be, he’d made the right decision.

//

Light flooded their apartment as the door swung open. Ian’s large hands held her close to his body tightly, clutching her silk dress and walking her backwards. Her fingers were woven into his curls as their tongues fought with one another. A swift kick shut the apartment door before he released her body to shrug off his leather jacket. Gently clutching her wrists, he pulled them from his hair as he delicately pushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her hands worked on unbuttoning his already halfway unbuttoned black shirt.

The silk pooled at her feet as it finally cascaded down her body leaving her in her panties and heels. Ian was in awe of her, a lustful look in his eyes as he threw off his shirt to swagger towards his prey. The moonlight shining in from the windows made her look ethereal.

“You are a goddess,” his eyes slowly took her in, “And I must…no, need to worship at your alter.”

“Ian,” she whispered, her face flushed.

The man stopped before her and fell to his knees, large hands running up her legs as he kissed the top of her panty line. Her body shivered as his lips ran across the sensitive skin. Her fingers threaded into his hair once more as he squeezed her thighs, dark eyes staring up into hers.

“I want your touch for life, darling. Love you right until you bless me even more with something beautiful. I want to put my child right…here,” he kissed her stomach gently.

Ian’s eyes watched her breasts heave as she began to pant, “I’m so fucking horny, Ian.”

“I know,” dexterous fingers wrapped around her waist band, pulling her panties down her legs.

He aided her in stepping out of the garment before he stood up, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. They smashed their lips together as he carried her to the bedroom in long strides. He moaned into her mouth as she ran her nails across his shoulder blades. They fell on to the bed, Ian being careful not to land on her too hard. An animalistic groan vibrated in his chest as he felt her hips roll against his.

Her needy whimper made him feral. His lips trailed down to her jaw line and neck, exploring her body with the drag of his lips and scrape of his teeth. He sucked on the swell of each of her breasts before running his tongue down her stomach. Ian could only imagine what she’d look like once their child grew inside her. Growling at the thought of her round belly and swollen breasts made his stomach twist in anticipation to make her his in every way possible. Ian suddenly sat up to gently remove her heels.

“I adore you, Mrs. Malcolm,” he kissed her left calf before reaching down to strum his thumb over her clit, “I adore every part of you…, Mrs. Malcolm.”

The way the title rolled off his tongue and his fingers slipped inside to begin massaging her sweet spot caused her to arch her back. When she reached out to him with a desperate whine, Ian leaned over her to look deep into her eyes. His hand moved faster when she reached up and bit his lip, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest. Her body writhed desperately, toes curling as she felt electricity began to burn from the bottoms of her feet to behind her eyes. “Please, Ian!” the way she begged may have been pathetic, but she didn’t care, “I want you inside me! Put a baby in me!”

Ian’s chuckle was dark, “I will, darling, but uh…you have to cum first.”

The fire in her belly burned even hotter when she heard his words. He had such a way of speaking, it flowed from his lips like honey and heightened the pleasure. The hot coil snapped and she came on his frantically moving hand. Ian showered the side of her face and neck with loving kisses as he helped her ride out her orgasm. Her arms lazily wrapped around his neck to press their lips together in a sloppy kiss. Removing his fingers, Ian pulled away from the kiss to suck his fingers, “Mm. Your taste is divine. I could explore you all night.”

“That won’t make a baby, my love” she smirked as he began to pull at his belt.

He chuckled and stuttered over his words at how quick she with his belt and pants, “You…uh…Darling, you’re…uh, uh…insatiable.”

“You bring it out in me, Dr. Malcolm,” small hands pushed down his slacks.

The curly haired man stood up off the bed and chucked off his slacks and boxers. Crawling on to the bed, he watched with predatory eyes as she moved up to lay at the head of the bed. They wrapped up into each other’s arms and legs. His large hands roamed her body as he thrust his hips against hers, teasing them both. A hand slipped behind her onto her lower back. He made her arch her back and angle her hips up. There was no warning when he slipped his long dick inside her. Her moans were music to his ears as she dug her nails into his back. “Oh my god,” Ian groaned as he picked up his pace, “Fuck this feels so right!”

Up until that point, they had always used condoms. The feeling of him being inside of her with no barrier, just raw, brought out something feral in her. There’s no way she could go back to rubbers after this. Her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, urging him to keep going with her heels against his ass. His arm wrapped around her hips helped him continuously spear her over and over again, free hand gripping the sheets next to her head. He suddenly switched their position, pulling out to flip her onto her stomach with her hips angled up.

Ian was back inside her once again as he pressed his chest to her back; his hands traveling up her sides before one tangled into her hair and the other slipped under her hips to her clit. His thrusts were deep and deliberate. Holding her head back enough for him to leave open mouth kisses along the side of her face and neck, whispering in her ear. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she desperately tried to move her hips to meet his thrusts.

“I feel you clenching around me, my love. I can hardly pull out. Not that I’m going to,” his smirk was pressed to her ear.

A desperate sound slipped from her throat as she felt pleasure building from the bottoms of her feet to behind her eyes.

“One of you is cute…it’s wonderful, infact, but two?” Ian growled and thrust roughly and bit her earlobe.

“Fuck, baby! Mark your territory!” she pushed her hips toward him more, if it was possible.

His fingers circling her clit and his animalistic pounding was enough for the coil to snap. She screamed as she clenched down on his thrusting cock and came. Her orgasm washed over her like a brutal wave and only lasted longer as her fiancé continued to fuck her into their mattress. Just as the high from her first orgasm subsided another quickly built and crashed over her. Ian admired the way her body writhed underneath him, unable to decide if she wanted more or less of his ministrations.

“D-don’t stop! Don’t stop! Cum inside me, baby!” she begged in her delirious state.

Ian’s brow creased in concentration and he bit down on his lip as his hips began to falter. The most wonderful cry left her lips as he thrust himself as deep as he could inside her to spill his seed. The feeling of him filling her to the brim would be burned into her body’s memory forever. A hand reached behind her and tangled into his hair, whimpering as she felt him rutting his hips into hers until he was fully spent. The only thing heard in the room was their ragged breaths.

He kissed along the side of her face and neck down to her shoulders, all the while whispering to her how good and beautiful she is. She whimpered as he slowly pulled out, feeling both their orgasms leak out of her. Ian laid on his side beside her before pulling her towards him. She gently turned over to face him and snuggled into his embrace. “You ok?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m perfect,” she lovingly kissed his neck, “Planning a wedding and a baby? You’re truly a chaos magnet, Dr. Malcolm.”

“Chaos is unpredictable, my love. It might take one, two, or multiple tries to get you pregnant. Either way, I’m-uh more than happy to keep trying,” he smirked down at her.

Her felt her stomach jump in anticipation, and she gave a playful nip to his jaw line, “Then I guess we have a lot of work to do.”

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

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[swan2swan]

This moment is admittedly really stupid but it's also admittedly really funny.

[sh4rkbug]

what if instead of just velociraptors the sentinels were different species of dinosaurs

Edit: Colored the dinoss

[junopersonified]

Under Your Skin - Ian Malcolm

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

The air was hot and thick with trepidation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

.

That was a lie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hesitated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nuh uh, use your words for me now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too, so so much.”

And so did he.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Weren’t so bad yourself, Doctor.”

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

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

[imgaine-it-all]

Trainer A: -from outside the enclosure- I lost track of Y/N every single time, how are they doing that? I get jump scared as much as the raptors do. Trainer B: Let's pray Y/N doesn't ever go postal, we would never see them coming until it's too late.

[mlmxreader]

Not a Clue | Ian Malcolm x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You actually like these things?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

He didn't have a clue.

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

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

[smokestarrules]

Darius’ confession to Brooklynn is such a rough scene to me. because like obviously he never means to say it in that moment and while Brooklynn understands the implications she’s also Busy and In The Middle Of Something and that is Not Something She Has The Time To Worry About Right Now and the two of them have almost always been on the same page about stuff but it happens in such a specific way that neither of them really hear each other.

Brooklynn can’t afford to think about what he said. She doesn’t have time. And Darius doesn’t want to face her again so soon.

…Oops.

[jurassic-park-inthe-world]

Protect Me? (Zach Mitchell)

Summary: Zach Mitchell and the reader, Y/N, have been best friends since childhood. When Zach takes her to Jurassic World, it's a game of survival.

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The day he met her, he fell in love. That's how Zach says he and Y/N met, but when Y/N herself is around, he says they met in the seventh grade, when she moved to Michigan from Alaska. She was used to the cold, it didn't bother her, and neither did the kids whispering how weird she was for still being obsessed with dinosaurs. She got along great with Gray, because they both knew things about Sauropods and long-necks and T-Rexes and Triceratops and this and that kind of dinosaur.

Over time, Zach started falling for her. At the time, he was still with Ashley, his now-ex, and he hated thinking that he was leading her on, even though he thought--no, knew--that he had no chance with Y/N. So, as friends, he invited her along to Jurassic World, their aunt's dinosaur theme park.

Time Skip

Zach, Gray, and Y/N got off of the boat docked at Isla Nublar. The hills and mountains spread around them like a green maze, and the wooden dock was warm from the sun. Y/N grinned, taking it in. She loved nature, it was her happy place. She liked to often sit near rivers or streams and draw them in motion, or listen to the rain and sleep, even if she got cold and a little wet. "It's so pretty here," She said, and Zach grinned, shaking his head. "You and nature, I swear." She giggled, and Zach blushed.

"Who's that?" Gray asked, pointing at a woman with black hair and dark shades covering her eyes. She was dressed in a power suit, a pale gray color that covered a white shirt. She had pale gold shoes on. In her slim hands, she held a sign: ZACH AND GRAY MITCHELL, Y/N L/N. "Let's find out," Y/N said softly.

Time Skip

"What the hell just happened?" Y/N choked on water as she swam to shore. Zach and her pulled Gray onto the mud, and Zach said, "We were almost eaten." He blew water from his nose in a short huff, and Gray said, "That's why Aunt Claire wanted us to come back. We should've gone back." He whimpered, and Y/N gently helped him up, shaking water from her hair. "Well, let's just get back to the park, okay?"

They wandered around for a long time and found a set of doors covered in vines and moss. "The old park!" Y/N cried happily, running up the steps slick with moss. "Careful, careful." Zach scolded as she ran inside. It was a disaster, but it was beautiful, like an old castle left in ruins. She could see the beauty where everything must've been. "They built over it," Gray frowned, touching a wall with painted Velociraptors on it. "Makes sense, they didn't exactly tell anyone this happened." Zach muttered, picking up a banner. He turned to Gray. "Still got those matches?" Gray opened his "dork pouch" and took them out, handing them to Zach, who lit the banner like a torch. "Come on." He said, and they followed.

They had just entered the old Visitor's Center when a large, scaly foot slammed down and crushed a leaf-covered statue. "Run!" Zach yelled, and they bolted. Y/N tried keeping up but didn't see a large vine and root entangled together on the floor and tripped, flying forwards. "Ow!" She yelped, and the dinosaur, the one that tried to eat them on the waterfall, snarled and started leaning down. She froze, but knew that this thing didn't see like the T-Rex; it went off thermal radiation, not sight. Suddenly, the thing howled, and she saw Gray jamming a huge stick in the dinosaur's leg, making it scream and roar in pain. "Come on!" Zach was yanking her to her feet, and as they passed, they grabbed Gray. Making it into a garage, they saw a gasoline Jeep. Pausing, they waited to hear the dinosaur's loud steps. After a moment, they heard them, stomping away. "He's leaving," Gray whispered. Zach adn Y/N weren't listening. He was holding her close, breathing deeply to calm himself. "Are you okay?" He asked, face inches from hers. She nodded, breathless. "Yes." For a moment, they stared at each other. "Jesus, just kiss her." Gray snapped, moving to the Jeep.

Zach grinned, kissing Y/N, and she kissed back, feeling safe. "I...I love you," She whispered, and he blushed, a small smile on his face. "I love you more."

[thingscanalwaysgetworse]

Thinking about the Ian/Ellie/Ian reunion through a romantic lens. Spending decades trying to convince themselves that they didn’t miss each other and then they meet up and it’s like?? Alan and Ellie are already gazing at each other like long-lost lovers. When they walk into Ian’s lecture, he pauses and looks like his world has just shifted on its axis. Ellie and Ian always had something going on between them but now Alan’s realizing that his own feelings for Ian are maybe less platonic than he thought. And then later they’re all bickering lovingly like they’ve been married for years. I’m unwell