MINORS DNI 18+

INDIANA JONES is effortlessly paternal. It’s most apparent when you’re at your worst. Fussy about being hungry means you give him a lot of attitude, but he knows how to get past it almost like he studied your mood swings in school.

“There’s nothing you have that I could possibly want.” you tell him, and he answers your sharp quip with an unconvinced, “Right.” Stepping away to flip a satin cover off a tray. His large hand dwarfs a green apple, taking one simple bite while you hound after him. He eyes you as you wrap your hands around his, guiding the fruit to your mouth as you stand on the tips of your toes to reach. Pliantly, he feeds it to you, watching you mouth on its flesh with pleasured moans of hunger satiated.

Juice drips down your chin as the crisp apple is audibly chewed, and he raises the tray into your view, revealing ripe grapes and a mango. Your eyes sparkle with gratitude, plucking the platter from his grasp and rounding him to retreat to your room. Now that you’re primed, he leisurely follows after you. You’ve got a harsh tongue when you haven’t eaten, so now that that’s quelled, he’s got an ulterior motive to execute.

A thick finger reaches to tap the generous and dazzling chain link of gems around your neck, “Always wear your jewels to bed, princess?” When he’d complimented your outfit earlier, he’d attributed you to royalty, and now he was calling on it again. It makes you smile, laying the tray onto your silk bed. You whirl around, feeling especially coy even though you haven’t caught on to how skillfully he manipulates you.

“Yeah,” You nod. “and nothing else.”

It doesn’t take any clearer an invitation, and Indiana invites himself into your bed. Ankles have a home on his broad shoulders, using those rough hands to pick your hips up, raising them into his bucks. The man’s colossal, slamming into you at reckless pace that you would’ve scolded him for if he were anyone else. You’ve always been treated delicately because you’ll bite the head off of anyone who can’t nurture you the way you insist on, but ol’ Indy’s found a way around it. Or more accurately, his way that plows right through it.

“Where’s the fire now, huh, princess? Miss it when you were feisty.” Smug and husky from effort, that cruel statement shoots lightning up your spine, arching your back off the mattress as you clutch onto the sheets.

“Oh, Indy.” you sigh, sloppy wet sounds filling the room as the biggest cock you’ve ever taken bullies your insides. “Didn’t mean to,” you plead, “I know I can be a lot to… ah! Handle.”

“I’ll say. All that pretty head is concerned with is herself, ain’t that right, honey?”

The twist in your face deepens as he straightens on his knees, taking you with him and his tip hits a new angle. Your legs stick straight up, an arm securing you around the thighs as he fucks your elevated hole. Squeals of pleasure rip from your throat.

“Never met a girl so self-centered. Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re in good hands. Gonna screw that right outta you.”

i'm now sadly aware of the blog migration :( you will be missed, even tho i wasn't here for that long and ik you're not dying, i'll miss seeing you in my feed

however, i did find a song i hope you like. it popped up in my weekly discovery on spotify, i kid you not, not even a full minute in and it was in my han playlist. the vibe gave me modern!han realizing he's officially developed feelings, and the bit of panic and nervousness that comes w courting somebody new for the first time in a while!

just in case the link is wonky, the song is called 'stumblin in' by chris norman and suzi quatro ( https://open.spotify.com/track/2Pzhx26KqgTTKnko0uC7F7?si=JO7W5gkYQde1Byg7o4C-nQ )

i hope you like it!

may the force be with you,

🤡

oh, clown anon, I NEED to see your Han playlist. PLEASE lmao

If you DM me you can get my new blog handle. Or you can lurk the Han and Indiana tags and you'll see me.

made a new blog; if you were into my shit, it's being moved to there. I'm just reblogging it all because I'm LAZY

INDIANA JONES holds you closer to him than you've ever been, your hand enveloped in his as he leads you in a casual dance. His tasteful white tux looks good on him, and the cut of his jawline entrances you as he scouts the area. You lean in before you know it, but his sudden eye contact makes you remember yourself, halting rigid in place as he begins to relay to you his observations. Low, rumbling voice lists his surroundings and the loose structure of his plan but it might as well have been a sonnet. Your lashes flutter, and you sigh like a lovesick schoolgirl.

"Are you listening to me?" he questions, an air of incredulity to it at the notion your lack of attention span could get the both of you in trouble. Not to mention he does not like being ignored. You stand up a straighter.

"Mhm, sorry." you reply, rubbing the creamy red lipstick between your lips, feeling small.

"Alright, you ready?"

The confirmation sets off an alarm, and you backtrack on your lie. "Wait, Indy? Can you tell me, real quick, what I'm supposed to do again?" you sheepishly plead, collapsing within yourself as you suffer the wrath of his judgmental stare.

"I swear, you don't listen to a word I say if I don't spoon-feed it to ya." his harsh words make you flinch but he's right. Not to mention the smell of him is getting to you, his natural musk mixed with his classy cologne goes straight to your head. As if you aren't air-headed enough you've never been closer than arms-length with him. Now he's got a hand on your waist while he's directing your every move, soft music filling your ears and lulling you into complacency. You've never even seen him dance before, he holds you like he's done it a thousand times before. Not a shred of hesitance within his being. How can you not be attracted to him in every way?

nose-riding.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Don't get shy on me now," HAN SOLO chides, those big hands clamped on your thighs to make sure you stay pinned where you belong. Your hesitance is demonstrated through the tremble in your legs, wrestling with the instinct to hover over his mouth while his strength overpowers you, muscling you into your seat. “the fuck are you going?”

“Han, give me a second.” you plea through a whimper, but he yanks you down, his lips kissing the ones between your legs as the roughness of his shaved face scrape your soft tissue.

“Mm-mm,” he denies, muffled by your flesh as his mouths your folds, enveloping them in wet warmth that makes your eyes flutter. Thick arms lock around your thighs, cords of muscle swollen atop your lap, taking advantage of your position to jostle you gently over him. A rhythm is set, one your body adapts to within seconds, obeying his silent command to grind. The new sensation that comes with wetting his entire face with your slick tightens your grip on the headboard, releasing a burst of air in a gasp as you chase that growing feeling in the pit of your stomach. Encouraging groans sound underneath you, seemingly enjoying this just as much as you, heightening in volume as your enthusiasm becomes clearer.

Juices drip down his chin and the sides of his face as you ride it, listening to the sounds of sex fill the room as he continues to liven your efforts with his flexing biceps, rocking you on him with fervor that you meet with eager cooperation. He ducks his head, straining his neck from the weight of a body on it, but he ignores the pain, reaching his tongue to circle your hole, shoving it in. A sharp keen is drawn from you, one so vulnerable it rips you out of the trance. Another wave of heat is swift to bloom on your cheeks, and briefly you slow to cover your mouth in embarrassment. It's reprimanded as quickly as it occurred, Han's massive hand swatting the fat of your ass to imprint the colored shape of his scold. You yelp, jumping forward that brushes your clit against the tip of his nose.

The feeling introduced to you shoots electricity up your spine, and you follow it. You aim your hips just as he angles his head, reading your mind. He nuzzles your bud, puffy from stimulation, as his tongue traces the outline of your sex. One of those powerful and low moans of his, vibrating you, is enough to corral you to the edge. Your hips quicken, grinding down, desiring more and more pressure as your swirl your clit around his nose. You can feel him surge as he tugs you down—it's a wonder how he's not suffocating yet—desperate lips latching onto your delicate tissues, swiping side to side on your sex, painting himself with your new layer of cream. One hand releases the headboard to fist his hair to which he groans obscenely about. Your fist tightens, digging him into your hungry sex, letting him devour you as you direct him.

Since you're going at it on your own, he unlocks you, those callused hands running up your body, molding your pretty flesh in his grasp as he wanders your torso and chest. He gives your tits a hearty squeeze, pinching your nips between his thick fingers, before running down your back so he can get at your ass, groping you.

"Just like that, Han, almost there, just like that," you whisper, winded from effort, riding his face without a shred of inhibition. Your clit swipes across the bridge of his nose, hitting the bone, and your cry out as the coil snaps. Sweet juices flood, pouring out of you, drowning Han just like he wanted. Arms wrap around your hips, keeping you moving while your orgasm takes you over, squeezing your eyes shut as your body locks up like its got a mind of its own. He's not gonna let you chicken out, forcing you to keep grinding, overstimulating your abused clit. Even your fist banging haphazardly against the headboard, nails of your other hand digging into his scalp doesn't deter him. Choked noises of pain and pleasure release from deep within your gut, and the violent spurts of your pussy gradually slow to a stop. Your hole flutters, and carefully he lifts your leg for you, pushing you to lean to one side so he can extract himself. He envelopes you in his arms, tucking you into his chest as you breathe hard.

I think there is something oddly special about the two of us existing at the same time and being into the same things. also, the fact that I found your blog and used it as a scaperoom from my lonely, difficult days of summer vacation.

I have told you many times how talented I think you are, and I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. lying is pointless, remember that.

overall, and this is something I have been meaning to say for a while, you make me feel less weird and alone and strange. I always doubt that I will one day be loved, but then I met you and you are living the life; nice boyfriend, free of other people's rules, authentic. I guess I like to project myself in you, considering we are alike and share some interests. is it weird that something about your mere existance gives me hope that I will someday achieve the sort of life you lead? maybe.

I won't hide that I am sad to see you leave, but as usual, whatever makes you happy. one way or another; I'm glad you exist. thank you for that, bexie.

Oh, shut up and kiss me already.

whatever you say, i know what it is like. it happens, but this is only your thoughts.

your blog is my comfort zone. and i know I'm not the only one here to say that.

take a pause if you want to. your health is the most important thing.

love you.

Who is this? I never thought my shit would ever be a comfort zone to *anyone*. That's just.. crazy. I know my friends like my blog, but they like it because they're my friends. Good to know, anon. Slide into my DMs and be my friend.

Debating deleting my blog. I just have nothing to say or contribute that hasn't already been said before. 🤷🏻 I might leave it up so people can see it, but I probably won't be posting anything in the foreseeable future. There's other writers with solid Han or Indy content. Most are way better than me, so I highly recommend going that direction and reading their stuff.

I feel like my work isn't nearly as good as it can be or should be, so why post things that don't impress me, I don't expect them to impress you. And I hate disappointing people. So, I'd rather just not post anything.

I'm just in a funk, so I might be back when I'm out of it. I'm just.. not sure why I started something if I couldn't commit to sticking it out. I have no motivation, I'm not happy with my writing, it's all just.. a lot.

Thanks for the fun times and occasionally tuning in to hear my screams into the void.

I'll just... do him.

I really like making these. do it for Indy. bye

my girlfriend loves harrison ford more than me

life's too short. admit you enjoy Crystal Skull and live free

Timeless Heroes: Indiana Jones and Harrison Ford (2023) dir. Laurent Bouzereau

Brio at work today. He works HARD. He gets to nap HARD.

Hopping back on this train.

Look, they might be a good writer. They might love what they do. But as an adult it's your job to protect minors. You protect them by not interacting with them.

Minors don't need to be involved with heavy kinks, drugs, sex, etc. with their little comprehension of what they're writing and influencing other minors. They don't understand it, they're not of age, they should not be involved.

@/pureuill is a 15 year old smut writer. they don’t have their following on otherwise i’d go through the list to warn people about their age. make sure to block them now.

He's so fucking dumb I love him.

Whoops! my hand slipped (and grabbed his dick.)

hii! i just discovered your account a couple days ago and may i just say- 🥵🥵

you have no idea how glad i am that harrison is getting his mf due on this app, he's just too fine and too iconic

ALSO i'm obsessed w your portrayal of han solo, especially modern!han, man has me in a chokehold and it's your fault

i'm nervous by nature when it comes to talking to people so i tend to stick to anon, but i will be back (not ominously 👀)

w thirst and love - 🤡

Hi! You're sweet. Okay, I love modern!Han too, he's my dream man tbh. He's sweet and kind and I'm working on posting my next part of Scarlet Begonias I've just been super busy irl so it gets hectic. I train dogs, and I just got a new service dog, so he's been taking up like 85% of my free time and I write when he sleeps and he sleeps like.. never. I have a few shorter things but I feel like posting shorter things is really boring, in my opinion because I always want to write more and have more for people to read.

That being said, the lack of Harrison content on this site is abysmal. You know? Like he's a fucking stud and it's ridiculous, especially because he has a versatile range, he's really funny, and he has pretty eyes. Like.. he's slept on but I also gatekeep. Lmao.

It's okay being nervous! I don't bite. I hope you have a good day!

Complimentary photo of Han, of course.