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ddejavvu · 9 months

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That last Indy blurb you reblogged, and oh boy.. oh boy… all I could think of is Indy making you ride the end of his whip. making you rub your wet little pussy all over the handle of it for him.

salivating... foaming at the mouth... creaming my pants

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Indiana is nothing if not a massive tease. He knows you're desperate for him, knows he couldn't lose you out in the jungle if he tried, so when you rest your chin over his shoulder, he doesn't give in.

"Not now, sweetheart," He drawls, thumbing through the pages of his notebook like it's more important than your aching pussy, "I'm busy."

"Indy," You whimper, sounding all too bratty as you scoff at his work, "Come on, all we've seen today is dirt. Aren't I a little more important?"

His brows raise, and he fixes you with a look that's part amusement, part incredulity.

"More important? These are historic archaeological discoveries, princess, you don't think that takes precedence over a quick fuck?"

"If it's gonna be quick you won't mind putting the journal away for a bit," You decide, throwing a leg over his thigh. You're purposefully naked beneath your nightgown, the safety of your tent the perfect place to prepare for your night. Despite the lustful call of your hot cunt against his leg, he pushes further, trying to see just how far he can go before you'll beg for it.

"Hey- hey," He gripes, one hand on your hip to hold you from getting any further, "I said I was busy, you little minx. You can wait."

"I don't want to wait," You huff, "Just- fuck me, Indy!"

You've done it. You've said the magic words, you've laid all of your cards on the table, you've guessed the password correctly.

"Well," He pretends to consider, "I could use my fingers. But I really need to work on this."

You know damn well he'll abandon his scholarly facade the second your legs spread. You're playing each other like tense snakes, not sure who'll sink their fangs into the other first.

"I need more than your fingers," You brace your hands on his upper thigh, squeezing more than you need to, "I want your cock, Indy."

"No can do, sweetheart," He grins lazily, all too proud of himself for his restraint. Truthfully, he's already hardening in his pants, the fabric stretching tight over a bulge you're both pretending like you can't see. It's better that way, if you pretend he's not chubbing up and you're not already hot against his thigh. It's better to pretend you don't care, to build the frustration inside until you snap and it floods you both.

"I'm busy. If you want something thicker than my fingers, you'll have to use my whip."

It's a throwaway suggestion, an absurd way of telling you you're in for a long night of teasing. That you're going to have to work for what you want. But you're more than intrigued by it, eyeing the thick leather handle that's mounted on his belt.

"Okay." You catch him off guard with your sense of adventure, and something flickers in his eyes. He muscles it down from his face, though, keeping his smirk tight over his cheeks.

"Okay? That's it? You're gonna fuck it?"

"I'm not waiting around all day," You scoff, taking the leather handle from his belt and sticking it in his non-dominant hand as you settle between his thighs. You've got your back against his chest, and you drag his hand between your legs.

"I'll hold the journal," You brace your hand against its pages, keeping is steady, "You can still write, Indy."

He's a little slow to process the situation, so you groan, "Well come on, fuck me! I thought you were busy, now you're just wasting- time!"

Without warning, Indiana drives the thick, leather girth of his whip into your cunt. It's abrupt, and if you hadn't been steadily producing slick at the condescending tone of his voice the entire time, it would hurt. But it's nothing more than an initial sting, and he laughs in that same cocky tone.

"You brat," He spits, like it's a curse word, "You pitch a big fit about getting fucked like I'm not taking care of you. You're greedy, y'know that? Can't handle a day without a dick in you, y'gotta fuck yourself all over whatever you can get. Is this what you wanted?" He drags the whip in and out of your cunt, marveling at the slick smeared over it, "You wanted to fuck my whip? You're a nasty little thing."

"Oh, shut up," You huff, face turned against his tanned neck. You nip at a spot beneath the hinge of his jaw and you feel his chest swell as he draws a heaving breath in, "You can talk as much shit as you want, Indy, I- ah!" You writhe back against him as he steadily fucks the handle of his whip into your soaked cunt, "I feel you getting hard. I know you like it."

"You're pathetic," He manages to spit through clenched teeth as you suck bruises into his neck. He's right, you're desperate for whatever you can get inside of you and he loves it, he loves watching your cunt suck his whip in like it's his cock.

"And you're not working anymore," You point out that his pen has been long-since discarded, his fist now clenched atop the pages of his journal, "So why don't you cut the bullshit and just fuck me, Indiana."

"Well," He pants, a wry grin taking his features by storm as he wrestles to both lay you down and maneuver himself on top of you. Once he's hovering above you, hairline already gathering glistening sweat as he tries controlling his lust-fueled movements, he smirks down at you, cherishing the feeling of your hands prying at his belt to release his achingly-hard cock, "Since you asked so nicely, sweetheart."

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hanasnx · 7 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

INDIANA JONES has that effortless brat-taming way about him. When he tells you to “Sit down.” because you’re getting too uppity, you’ll sit down. When you’re acting fussy because he’s spending too much time away from home, he’ll call you out on it before finding a satisfactory solution for you. For the most part, he’s highly logical when presented with problems. So logical sometimes it’s hard to argue with him because he doesn’t wanna see the emotional side of things. Oh, but when you give him the silent treatment... it's an entirely different story.

His boots thunder after you as you walk away from him with your nose stuck up in the air. "You ignorin' me?" he questions. He knows the answer, but he's incredulous. You've noted how when he's angry, he's looser with proper pronunciation. So at least you're getting somewhere.

"Hey." he warns, his large hand clamping onto your upper arm to whip you around and face him. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."

You glare up at him, jerking your limb from his hold. "Oh, were you? I didn't notice, Pa." As you speak you cross your arms, closing your eyes to pivot your head in the opposite direction. The nickname you call him so affectionately is now used to pierce him. Instead, it backfires. You see it in the way he sets his jaw.

"I'll show you why you call me that."

With all the rage a father can have, and all the passion a lover is capable of, he makes sure to teach you not to address your Pa so informally. Your poor ass a mess of a sloppy, red welt when he's done.

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing

taglist: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @eclecticwildflowers

The desert wind blew around me as I stood looking out at the dig site. Sand swirled around me and I pulled my bandana up over my nose.

“Dig doesn’t start until tomorrow you know.” I nodded to acknowledge Indiana but didn’t take my eyes off the site.

“It’s out there you know.” I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. “My research is right. We’ll find the box.” Indiana nodded.

“I believe you.” He put a hand on my arm and I turned towards him. “Sallah believes you. Now come on. Let’s go inside before this turns into a sandstorm.” I nodded and followed him into the tent sallah had prepared for us.

“I will admit, it’ll be nice to go back to the hotel once this is all done.” I chuckled as I pulled off the bandana. Indiana laughed and laid down on the bed.

“Oh come on doll. Nothing beats camping out under the stars like this.” I laughed and laid down next to him. “And come tomorrow this bed isn’t going to matter at all. We’ll be so exhausted it will look like a master suite.” I laid my head on his chest and sighed.

“you’re right.” I agreed. “As long as…” Indiana kissed me and wrapped his arm around me.

“nope. You’re not jinxing this dig. Not like the last one.” I chuckled and pulled indianas hat off his head.

“that wasn’t my fault Indy!” I cried as he made a grab for the hat. “You know it wasn’t my fault. Someone…hey!” I leaned over the edge of the bed, holding the hat as far away from him as I could. Indiana laughed as he tried to grab his hat. “Hey!…someone forgot to check the weather for the week! Indiana!” I laughed as I nearly fell off the bed, Indiana laying on me as he continued to try to get his hat.

“Give me my damn hat.” He growled out. I laughed as I let gravity bend my back towards the ground. I yelped as I started to slip off the bed. “Oh!” Indiana gripped my hips and pulled me back onto the bed. I jammed the hat onto my head and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“My hero!” I teased as Indiana let his head rest against my collarbone. He chuckled before pushing up on his forearms.

“You’re lucky I love you.” I smiled at him as he leaned down to kiss me. “Thank you.” He drawled as he plucked the hat from my head and rolled off me. I huffed as I sat up and watched him put the hat back on, covering his eyes.

“yeah love you too Indy.” I scoffed as he settled down. I moved to get up when he grabbed my arm, pulling me back down against his chest.

“Go to sleep sweetheart. You’ll need the rest tomorrow.” He muttered, eyeing me from under the hat. I laughed as I leaned up to kiss him again before settling in against his chest.

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justjams2003 · 4 months

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Indiana Jones Blurb

Okay so this is just s quick little blurb bc I've recently become obsessed with him. Not spell checked or anything. Tell me if y'all would read more Indiana Jones 😜

Time travel! He's the first person to have recorded time travel! And just look! Ancient hundred year old war machines, tactics, languages, things he'd been studying his whole life! Things that he'd spend his much younger days searching for in dusty dry lands, in dark caves or even wet rat filled locations. But now, here it all is, in it's prime out in the open on green grass under blue skies. And the cherry on top, he reached Nasser before those damn Nazi's could.

"Kind Sir, you have saved my people and brought knowledge with that has sped up my research for years. How can I repay you?" Nasser confronts Indiana in his ancient and he answers without a single thought. "Can you give me one more visit through time before I go back?" His old hands shake as he begs. The mathematician examines the clock in his hands. And then nods. "I repay the man who has given me more time, with time. Where to?"

It's a swift, smooth blur, much different than the incredibly bumpy plane ride the first time. And much, much more quiet. The first thing he hears is your voice, begging his own father to stay awake. He remembers this like it was yesterday. He'd just confessed his love to you the first time, believing he would die in the three quests to the holy grail. But as selfish as he was back then, he didn't wait for a reply.

Then, he sees you hunched over his dying father. Covered in dust and your skin the same golden colour he used to be. Now in his old age one of his many regrets was not having you both wear more sunscreen. "Psst! Doll face!" He whispers his nickname for you, and by some force of the universe, you're the only one who raises their head. "I need some fresh air..." You mumble and once again the damn Nazi's let you, knowing you wouldn't run off.

He's hiding by some rocks, but your souls are attracted to the other and you find him almost instantly. You're just like he remembers you. How he wished he spent more time focused on you instead of old gold and pottery. Because that there is always more of, but of you there never will be. "Indy?" Your voice is like sweet melodies to his ears. His past and present collides in one cruel bang as he pulls you as close as he can.

He holds you tight as he can, you're utterly confused. Not only by his presence but also by the sheer force he holds you. As if he's lost you a million times over. "Indy? No...not my Indiana." He laughs at your confusion, trying to drink up every single bit of you. Your smell, your voice, the crinkle between your brows and your warm smile. "Always so clever, doll face." Your nose scrunches up and the crinkle between your brows grows, but before you can say anymore, he interrupts you.

"I don't have much time to explain, but-" You can see tears form in his eyes. His hands are shaking and he still refuses to let you go. "But I need you to break my heart. I need you to leave me and never come back. Please-" his voice cracks, and he shudders, trying to keep himself composed to finish his request. "Please I can't handle the hurt anymore." You can see just how much he is struggling. How much he wants to break down in your arms. And you reply by pulling him tighter. He smells much different. There is no longer that lingering scent of leather and gunpowder. But his warmth is still the same, your body still fits in his the same.

"I'm not there anymore, am I?" All he does is shake his head, you know he wants to cry. "How long has it been? Without me, I mean." He shudders again, grabbing your shirt and clenching it. "Six years. It was-" you stop him, "And you still love me?" Again, he just nods. "Then why do you want to get rid of me?" Now the flood gates open, while you just stand there as his support. "Because if I don't love you, then I won't hurt anymore. Please, please I can't do this anymore. I can't live without you."

You push him off you. "No. No I won't do it, you senile old man. Over my dead body." His eyes hold so much pain, so much fear, you know what he really wants, is to get rid of the pain and have you back. "I won't mess with time. And I won't break the heart of the man I love. Not because he's become a wuss in his old age." This causes him to laugh, he misses that spark so much. "I love you, Indy. Please don't grow cold because of it." Your words strike him, deeper than any bullet, whip or knife. Is this really how he wants to spend his last moments with you?

He laughs again, and pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever change. And keep that reckless boy in check." You laugh, and wrap your arms around him. You still can't make your arms all the way around him. "I will, you know that. And I love you, I hope you know that too."

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marion-ravenwood-jones · 9 months

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I have come bearing canon-divergent Indy/Marion fanfiction that I wrote instead of making a PowerPoint presentation that I am supposed to have done in an hour 🙃 @oh-caro here I wrote one 😂

Addition to the Family

“Well,” Marion sighed, setting her breakfast plate on the table a bit roughly.

What did I do now? Indy wondered, glancing at the clock on the wall. What could I have done at 8:15 on a Saturday morning? “Well?” He asked without looking up from the paper he was grading, deciding to take the bait. He heard her rummaging through the contents of the fridge, likely searching for the orange juice he’d finished a few minutes before she’d entered the kitchen.

“Well,” she shut the refrigerator door with another sigh, “you’re a father, Indy.”

He chuckled and glanced at the adoption papers lying on the table that stated that Wan Li, or as Indy and Marion called him, Short Round was now legally their son. “Yeah, I’ve been a father for three days. I think he’s in the living room listening to The Burns and Allen Show,” he said casually, grinning and turning his attention back to the second of many papers he needed to grade before Monday.

After hearing nothing else for a few seconds, not even Marion’s footsteps, he stopped reading and furrowed his brow. That was it? No complaints or accusations? Is there something I missed? Indy replayed the interaction in his head a couple of times as he turned around to look at his wife.

She had her back against the refrigerator, her eyes closed and the base of her thumb pressing the arch of her eyebrow upwards, something she did when she was trying to clear her head. “You’re a father, Indy.” What is she—

A lightbulb switched on in his head as she opened her eyes and her tearful, blue eyes met his incredulous, hazel ones. She didn’t mean— He nearly knocked over his chair in bolting up from the table and gripping her arms. “Marion!” He yelled in surprise, evoking a small crooked smile from her. That was the reaction she’d been waiting for. “You’re pregnant?!” He asked just a little quieter, beginning to shake.

She nodded and softly replied, “I- I think so,” searching his eyes for the security that she was currently lacking. They hadn’t discussed having a baby, and she was entirely confident that neither of them had envisioned, or, if she were completely honest, wanted another addition to the family so soon after Short Round’s adoption had been made official.

Indy took both of her hands in his, gently rubbing the backs of hers with his thumbs. “Did the doctor tell you? How do you know?”

“I- said I think, Indy, it’s not- not for sure,” she stammered, only relaxing slightly under his touch.

He paused. “Marion,” his volume was significantly lower than before. “honey, what symptoms have you had?”

“I threw up this morning,” she told him simply, offering no further explanation or reasoning.

“Yeah, go on,” he prompted, now stroking her face with one hand and continuing to hold one of her hands in his other.

“Go on?”

“Well, there’s more, isn’t there?”

Marion furrowed her brow and stared at him.

Indy stopped his caresses. “You think you’re pregnant because you threw up once?!” He was growing irritated that she had nearly given him a heart attack over a claim she had practically no basis for. Sure, it was a possibility, but it had been for over a year now, and she hadn’t blamed anything like a headache or an upset stomach on that possibility before.

Marion ripped her hand out of his and shoved him away from her. “It’s more than that, I just know, Indy! You’re making me sound ridiculous!” She shouted, then whirled around and opened the refrigerator to find something to drink.

“Come on, maybe you just had too much to drink last night,” he offered, having had no intentions to belittle her. Marion crossed her arms and glared at him, and he realized how stupid of a comment that was since she could drink nearly anyone under the table. “Well, maybe not that,” he laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood. He was still irritated, but he didn’t want Short Round’s first Saturday as their son to be riddled with tension and frustration.

She closed the refrigerator with a prolonged, exasperated sigh and said nothing more. Indy eyed her as she retrieved her favorite whiskey from a cabinet, and she proceeded to remove the top with the intention of drinking directly from the bottle. “You know,” Indy said gently, bracing himself for the explosion that would most certainly follow his next statement, “if you’re so sure about this, why don’t you hold off on the drinking for some time?”

Glass shattered. “NO MORE DRINKS?!?!”

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fanficsforfun · 9 months

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This new Indy movie is so inspiring and I'm currently writing a fic based on the first scene where we see old Indy but I struggle quite a bit 'cause while I can relate to his feelings and use them, I don't really know what he would say and more importantly, how he'd say it...

#dial of destiny #indiana jones #indiana jones fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #writing problems

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lightofleia · 1 year

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“Hold on tight,” She whispered as she wrapped her son's small fingers over the glass figure. “One day it’ll be your child putting the angel atop the tree, and we’ll all laugh at how foolish your father was to ever think you’d break it.”

5 Christmases with Indiana Jones

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cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond · 10 months

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Indiana Jones x Fem!Reader and The Crusade for a Cleanup

Even the most outstanding archaeologist can struggle to keep up some cleanliness without a loving reminder...

"Out of silverware, again."

You sigh. It felt like every day, a new utensil, cup, bowl or mug seeming vanished into the great beyond. Now the cupboards were looking scarce enough that you'd probably end up eating out of the pots with the spatulas you cooked with. Pushing the drawer shut, you'd fold your arms and tap your manicured index fingertip against your elbow in a moment of thought.

It was time to enter the lion's den to get your dishes back so you could have a proper meal on a real plate.

Your bare feet softly cross the polished wooden floor of the kitchen, out into the hall in front of a closed door. With the gentle rapping of your knuckles against the wood, you'd listen to the hasty, panicked shuffling of a man who was suddenly jerked out of his state of focus. A soft thud resonated from the room as his panicked footsteps were ushered to the door by the sound of your knocking.

"Y/N," Indiana would crack open the door, looking down at you with a frazzled appearance. His glasses were off kilter on his nose bridge, his hair was a little greasy from forsaking his hygiene due to being absorbed into his research, sticking up in awkward tufts in areas. "Is there anything you need? I-I'm a little busy right now but if you need me to do something, I can carve out a chunk of time and-"

"Where are my dishes, Indy? The forks, spoons, plates, glassware... even the handmade mug you gifted me after your trip to Peru is missing." You quirked a brow as Indiana awkwardly scratched the back of his head, coming to give you a sheepish grin.

"I'll bring them right out, Y/N, I'll just need to..."

He started to murmur under his breath as he began to push the door closed again with a shifty gaze. A well-timed insertion of your foot put a stop to it as you gently nudged past the out-of-order archaeologist into his 'nest', as you called it.

By God, it was a mess. Dishes piled high on top of different books and papers scattered across the room on his wardrobe, his dressers - even on his floor. His face flushed with red at your observant gaze as you took in the state of his workspace.

Indiana sputtered for a moment as he rubbed his slightly stubbled chin in deep thought, before exasperatedly sighing. "I-I just.. forget them, y'know? I've been so busy trying to research the history of Mount Sinah that it all-"

Your finger would press against his lips as you shushed him. "I don't need to hear your reasons why, i'm not mad, Indy. I get it, you're a busy man, but a man like yourself doesn't need to be working in such squalor. It's bad for your health."

He'd remain silent, watching you with a thankful expression as you started gathering the cups, plates and forks he let gather dust in his workroom. After a moment of quiet from his end he'd start to move to pick up his messes as well, motivated by your desire to help him gather a sense of order. Ceramics and silverware clinked and clacked together as you both carried a pile of dishes back into the kitchen, before you would plug the drain and starting to run some warm water to let the dishes soak for a moment.

He seemed grateful. While you stood with your elbows braced on the edge of the sink as you watched the sudsy water gradually rise, his arms would snake around your waist as his chin found a spot on the top of your pulled back hair.

"Thank you for keeping me grounded, Y/N. I don't know what i'd do without you."

#indiana jones x reader #fem!reader #fanfic #fluff

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harmfulb1tch · 1 year

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College bets

Fandom: Indiana Jones

Ship: Indiana Jones x reader

Warnings: swearing, slight mention of smut

Requested by: @groovy-lady

Summary: Indy asks your hand in marriage and the students of the collage you work with couldn’t be happier.

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It was no secret that Doctor Jones and Doctor (Y/L/N) were MADLY in love with each other. They both shared a passion for discovery and history. Dr. Jones taught Archeology and Dr. (Y/L/N) taught world mythology. They had went on archeological missions together and had dug together in many archeological sites. They were always attached by the hip, they always had lunch together either in one of their classrooms or at the cafe, every time a student wanted to talk to Dr. Jones in his classroom, Dr. (Y/L/N) was there and vice versa. It was rarer to see the couple alone than together.

If you asked the university’s students, they would tell you that these two were the “it” couple. Since the students watched Dr. (Y/L/N) and Dr. Jones interact with each other one time she came into his classroom to ask him something regarding work, they all shipped them nonstop. There were rumors regarding both of them, they ranged from seeing the kissing, to having sex on a classroom and seeing them go on dates. Of course these were rumors and rumors only.

It wasn’t until Dr. Jones mentioned his partner in one of his classes, asking the students what he should buy her in his next date. He was always so professional but yet so casual with his students, that’s why they all loved him. Immediately all of the students (mostly nosy people who had a crush on him) started asking questions about who his partner was and of course, after a lot of insisting, he gave in and revealed that these two were actually dating. You swore you heard cheers from across the hall in the other classroom, but you had no idea what had happened until Indy told you he had revealed your relationship. It was fine, it wasn’t like you cared if the students knew you two were dating. You both were in a committed relationship and had nothing to hide.

Everyone in the college was very happy for you and, surprisingly, you weren’t in trouble for being in a relationship with your co-worker. The students shipped you so much before that they were always excited and asked both you and Indy questions in class. Questions such as “Where is Dr. Jones taking you on your date?” “Have you guys watched the stars at night as a date?” “Do you guys live together?” “Have you been to his house?” almost everyday came up before your class started. They were all surprisingly respectful towards you and Indy and never really asked any improper questions.

As time passed, the two of you always went to work together, so the students assumed you both were, in fact, living together. And when more than a year passed, a new question came up amongst the rest in Indy’s classroom “When are you going to propose to Dr. (Y/L/N)?”. Every time he heard that question he just looked with confidence towards the student that asked him and he just didn’t answer it, starting or continuing the class as if no question had been asked. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to ask your hand in marriage, he just didn’t know if either of you were prepared for that commitment. And, although he would and always will deny it, he was VERY scared of rejection and he didn’t want you to say no. The more time passed, the more frequently that question came up. He usually just shrugged it off and thought nothing of it until one day he overheard a conversation between some students that really made him question wether or not to ask you.

“Hey! 20 bucks. I’m betting 20 bucks that Dr. Jones is going to ask Dr. (Y/N/L) to marry him in less than two months!”

“Bullshit, he is never going to ask her. I don’t think their relationship will last. 50 bucks that they are breaking up before the end of the year.”

“No way dude! The are madly in love and are TOTALLY getting married, but I think he is going to ask her this month. I’m betting 35$ that he is asking her this month”

The students all shut up when they saw Indiana walking down the hall but immediately looked at him when he saw their other professor walk up to him and start making small talk. When you held his hand unconsciously while walking, you could hear the students say small “aw’s” and “I’m totally winning that bet”. When you asked Indy about that bet they were talking about, he said it was just some joke the students were talking about before she arrived and shrugged it off.

After that encounter, he really started to question how, when and where to ask you to marry him. The first thing he did was buy a ring, he bought you a beautiful white gold ring with the biggest diamond he could afford (which ended up being a huge gem). He thought it was best to ask you as soon as possible to get it over with, by that he meant his anxiety, he wanted it to be special for both of you but wanted to do it as soon as possible to get an answer from you. He really believed that you were going to say yes, but there was never really knowing until he asked you. He also planned on asking you in the college’s library, since that’s where you two met.

One day, he asked you to go with him to the library, it wasn’t a really weird request for him to do, since you two spent the most time there, together, and reading. You really didn’t know what he was doing but when the two of you reached the center of the library and just stopped there, while Indy was hugging your waist softly looking down at you with his greenish eyes sweetly, you knew something was going on.

“Darling, I love you. I thought I would live my whole live doing just two things: going from place to place digging up buried treasure and teaching in the four walls of my classroom. I don’t think I would be the man I am today if it weren’t for you, doll.” he said sweetly, with a soft voice as two not disturb the students that were studying and working in the library.

“Aw Indy, thank you! I love you too, so much.” You said, hugging his waist and pressing your head into his chest. After a few moments, he pulled away from the hug and grabbing your hand, he knelt down on one knee, that is when you realized what was going on. Happy tears filled you eyes as you looked at the man before you, the same man that has made you feel so special for almost two years. Some people may think it was too soon for him to ask your hand in marriage, but from the moment you two met, you both knew you would be spending the rest of your like together.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” you nodded you head furiously while crying.

“YES!” Everyone in the library, professors and students alike started clapping, whistling and congratulating you both as you kissed.

“I TOLD YOU THEY WERE GETTING MARRIED IN LESS THAN A MONTH!” was heard as two other students sighed and gave money to the student that shouted that. You could help but laugh hugging Indy again.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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In My Imagination - Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Title: In My Imagination

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Dr. Beckard (OC)

WC: 1,817

Warnings: Nervousness, anxiety, embarrassment, alcohol mentioned, unwanted attention/flirting, teasing, taunting, banter, almost fighting, physical assault (not to Reader), mention of blood, slight angst, and fluff

"Are you sure I look alright?" You asked, brushing down your outfit of any creases as you looked in the mirror. It was a nice outfit. It was a bit fancy, but not too fancy, but just enough for this party Indiana was invited to. The outfit was nice, as said before, and you really liked it, you were comfortable in it and felt confident, so… Why were you fidgeting with it so much?

You could chalk it up to nerves, you were really nervous about this party, and had been for the past month that you knew about it. You were anxious about being in a room with so many strangers, having to socialize with doctors and professors, you weren’t really one for parties; depending on the day or type of party. But this was a work party, a party full of Indiana’s friends and coworkers; you didn’t want to end up embarrassing yourself in front of them.

Indiana walked over to you, snapping you out of your thoughts as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind; resting his chin on top of your head as he stared at you through the mirror. "I think you look wonderful, stunning really," He said, pressing a kiss against the crown of your head before continuing, "And everyone at the party will love you."

You turned slightly to look up at Indy, raising an eyebrow, "Didn't you say that some of your coworkers think you made me up and that I don't exist?"

Indiana pursed his lips as he bobbed his head side to side, "Yeah, but once they meet you and know that you are real... They'll love you. Just like me." He finished, giving you a grin as he gently squeezed your waist.

You sputtered a laugh, your hands coming to lay on top of his. "Yeah, no... I hope it’s not ‘just like you’."

He chuckled, pulling away from you before kissing your cheek, his light scruff ticking you slightly, "Well... Let's get going then."

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The party at the college Indiana worked at was in full swing, everyone was crowded in the large dining hall, professors of all types of subjects were all hanging around, some talking in small groups and others at the bar having a drink. You tightened your hold on Indiana's arm, feeling anxiety rise inside of you.

He glanced back at you, smiling gently, "We've got this, okay?" You nodded and took a deep breath, trying to push the butterflies in your stomach away. "Let's get a drink." He spoke before leading you to the bar.

"Two Shirley Temples, please," Indiana asked, giving him a friendly smile.

“No alcohol?” You asked, and Indiana shrugged, leaned against the bar next to you.

Indiana glanced around the room, before his brilliant brown eyes landed back on you, “Someone has to drive us home.” He replied, as you nodded in understanding.

“Ah, yeah.” You spoke as the bartender placed two glasses of the reddish-pink drink on the bar in front of you. “Very smart of you.”

You reached for your drink before looking back up at Indiana who seemed to be staring intently at you, "What?" You asked quietly, glancing around nervously before looking back up at him, "Indy..." You sighed as he just slowly smirked.

"What?" He mimicked you, and leaned back against the bar, "I just think you look gorgeous tonight."

You flushed, looking down at your glass, "Thanks, Indy."

He shook his head, reaching across the bar and lightly grabbing your hand in his, "Y/N, I-"

"Dr. Jones, good to see you." A voice spoke up, interrupting Indiana and gaining both his and your attention.

Indiana tried to hide his disappointment, giving the man in front of him a polite smile, "Dr. Beckard. Good to see you as well." He spoke as Dr. Beckard turned his gaze to you.

"Uh-huh, yeah. Who... Is this?" He asked, his voice becoming slow and more sultry. Awkwardly, you took Dr. Beckard's hand, going to shake it but only to be surprised when the man raised your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Your sister, Dr. Jones?"

Indiana gently, though possessively, wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side, your hand falling from Dr. Beckard’s. "My girlfriend, Y/N... Dr. Beckard." He then turned to you, “Y/N, Dr. Beckard is the Physics professor.”

That didn't seem to deter the man as he continued to stare at you, making you feel very uncomfortable. "Well," He began, giving you a once-over, "You are absolutely the most beautiful woman here." He continued to flirt, as you felt your face flush in embarrassment just as Indiana's face flushed for an entirely different reason.

"Dr. Beckard," Indiana spoke up, his voice low and threatening, "Are you trying to flirt with my girlfriend?" You felt a chill go down your spine at the sound of Indiana's tone and knew there would be trouble, and you couldn’t lie… Indiana’s whole demeanor at the moment was very attractive.

The man in front of you gave Indiana a wide-eyed innocent look and let out a chuckle. "Now, now, Dr. Jones, why would you think that?" Before Indy could respond, Dr. Beckard spoke again, "I was just complimenting such a... Wonderful specimen." He breathed out, looking back at you, making you unconsciously slide closer into Indiana's side, as you felt Indiana's grip tighten around you.

"I would suggest you back off, Doctor," Indiana gritted his teeth, "If you so much as lay a hand on her, I swear I will not hesitate to make you regret ever coming to this party."

The doctor simply smiled again, ignoring Indy's threat, "Threatening people now, huh, Dr. Jones? You know, if the board heard that you threatened me... You might lose your job." He taunted darkly, causing you to tense.

Your eyes darted between the two men in front of you, unsure of what to do. Your first instinct was to try and calm Indiana down or just drag him away, but as his jaw clenched and his jawline hardened, you decided to stay silent. If he wanted to take care of things himself, that was fine by you. You weren't going to complain. Just as long as a fight didn’t break out or anything. Seeing this side of him was sort of thrilling, way better than being out in the jungle getting chased by evil treasure hunters, but nonetheless.

You didn't want to get in between them, but when Indiana let go of you and moved you behind him, you got a bit more worried; especially when Dr. Beckard raised his fists up. Feeling your heart hammer against your chest and your eyes widen, you pushed in between the two men before either of them could do anything, "Alright, stop this!" You exclaimed, glaring daggers at both Indiana and Dr. Beckard. "This is stupid. You are both acting like children."

Dr. Beckard just looked at you briefly with a smirk, looking at Indiana with his grin, "Well, you got yourself a feisty little thing, Jones." He then placed his hand on your upper arm, and you looked at his hand and up at him, if looks could kill, he'd be dead; sadly that didn't seem to bother him at all as he continued, "Why don't I get you a drink, huh, honey?"

Indian glared at the man, opening his mouth to say something only for you to speak up first, "No one talks to me like that." You growled, rearing your arm back and punching Dr. Beckard right in the face. He stumbled backward, crying out. His hand flew to his bleeding nose while his friends and co-workers stood gaping at you. You ignored their shocked expressions and glared up at Dr. Beckard, still holding onto his nose, blood dripping down onto his white shirt, "You have no right touching me without asking me, and don't call me 'honey'." You spat at him, watching as the doctor took a step back from you, "Do I make myself clear?"

Dr. Beckard looked at you for a moment, clearly taken aback but quickly regained his composure, without another word, he turned and left. Letting out a huff, you dropped your shoulders and turned to Indiana, who stared at you as if you had found and given him a rare thousand-year-old artifact.

His eyes were bright, a smile on his lips as he let out a breathy sigh. "Marry me." It wasn't a question, the way he said it, but that didn't stop you from smiling like an idiot, laughing out a bit.

"Are you serious? I just punched that jerk in the face." You tilted your head to the side slightly as Indiana took the hand that you punched Dr. Beckman with into his, running his thumbs against your soft skin.

"Very serious. I think I'm falling in love with you all over again." He muttered, bringing your hand up to his lips where he kissed small butterfly kisses to your bruised knuckles. "Does your hand hurt?" He asked, making eye contact and not failing to make you flush as you suddenly felt nervous.

"It's- It’s fine. I’m fine, thank you, Indy." You whispered before Indiana smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, causing you to melt even more. He chuckled before leaning forward and placing a quick kiss on your lips, making you giggle before you wrapped your arms around him and rested your forehead against his.

"There's one thing Dr. Beckard was right about. You are pretty feisty," He teased, making you roll your eyes playfully.

"I agree, but as a doctor, I thought he'd be smarter than to hit on a soon-to-be-married woman." You hinted as Indiana's smile widened at your nonchalant answer to his proposal. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments before you pulled away, "So, how about we go dance? We don't want to waste dressing up to only go home an hour in."

"Sounds good to me, sweetheart." He took your hand, leading you to the small area that was made into a dance floor. Waltzing softly to the live music of sweet violins and piano, the two of you swayed together for several moments before Indiana spoke up again, "So," He trailed off, spinning you out and back in, "'Soon-to-be-married'? Is that a 'yes' then?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

You smirked, leaning closer to him, "I mean, it could be. Do you want it to be?" You asked with a smile, causing him to lean his head down toward you.

"Yes." He replied simply, "More than anything."

Feeling your heart skip a beat, you let your eyes drift over Indiana's features before looking into his honey-brown eyes, "Well, then, I better have a nice ring." Indiana couldn't help but laugh, spinning you around the dance floor.

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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it’s dbf!indy anon and I finally had a thought!!!

looking at old photos of your dad and indy with dbf!indy, and just being like “wow I would’ve smashed younger you” or “you’ve just gotten more handsome with age” or like, subtly flirting and he’s trying so hard to not flirt back bc he’s still trying to forget that he finds you attractive

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (due to an age gap), minors dni.

Your dad seems to have been a whole other person before he'd settled down with your mom. You've never seen this side of him before, the cocky young man pictured beside Dr. Jones at a dig site, squinting into the sun and marred with dirt. Now he's neat, proper, and wouldn't spent days at a dig site if he was offered millions of dollars.

Dr. Jones is even more jarring to look at. There's a layer of rugged scruff on his face in the picture, his shirt hanging half open over his chest and sweat lining his brow. His sleeves are torn off in the photos, probably due to the sweltering heat they're working in, though you wonder if having his skin exposed left him vulnerable to sunburns. He doesn't look burnt, only gorgeously tanned, and you marvel over the man he used to be.

"That's you?" You ogle at a shot of him standing atop a carrier plane, lugging crates of god knows what into the hold. The cut-off sleeves give you a fantastic view of the muscles in his arms bulging while he lifts the boxes, and you only wish you'd have been there in person to avoid the slightly grainy quality to the film. It's a precarious position he's in, one that you wouldn't expect from the proper professor beside you.

"That's me," He drawls, "You like my hair?"

It's not combed, laying fluffy and natural over his forehead. There's a hat hanging from his belt, and you're surprised it hadn't messed up the strands of hair that flop so naturally over his head.

"it's different," You laugh, turning to face him. He'd been peering over your shoulder to see the pictures you're looking at, so when you turn, you're rather close. He doesn't move away, though, not even as you study him with a discerning gaze.

"You're proper-handsome now." You decide, "The gelled hair, the glasses, the suits-and-ties. But you used to be rugged-handsome." You flip to the next page, showcasing him caught sleeping against a load of cargo in the tiny plane.

You're too focused on the photos to notice him watching you, jaw working to tighten his lazy grin so that it doesn't turn upside down. He's fighting an internal battle, he knows he shouldn't be attracted to you but he is, and he can't decide whether he'll allow himself to accept your compliments or not.

"See?" You point to his posture, toned arms stretched up and over his head, his hat over his face to block out the sun, "That's a picture they'd put in one of those super-sexy firefighter-of-the-month calendars. The muscles, the open shirt, the thighs on display..." You muse, tracing over each feature you name.

He's torn. You're complimenting him, openly, brazenly. He knows he's not taking advantage of you, you're coming to him, but something about it seems so forbidden that he almost can't respond. But he's well-acquainted with danger, with the exhilaration of doing something he shouldn't, so he lets a chuckle escape, "Yeah? You think I'd make it as a sexy firefighter?"

"Oh, for sure," You nod, like you think you're reassuring his insecurities, "Just lose the shirt and swap it for suspenders, Indy, you'd fit right in."

"Really," He marvels your bold nature, unable to stop from laughing again, "Well sweetheart, maybe you 'oughta take the pictures for me. Pose me, oil me up, that sorta thing."

"Deal," You grin, turning back to face him again, still not backing away from your tantalizingly close proximity, "Should I bring socks to stuff your crotch with?"

"No need," Indiana assures you, his drawl never having been cockier, "I've got that covered myself, sweetheart."

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hanasnx · 1 month

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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?

#indy: drabbles #ch: indiana #indiana jones drabble #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones x fem reader #indiana jones x you #indiana jones x y/n #indiana jones imagine #indiana jones fic #indiana jones fanfic #indiana jones fanfiction #reader insert

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myveryownfanfiction · 10 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: cuts, bruises, mention of fight

I closed the door to the house and sighed. Dropping my bag next to the door, I paused at the sight of the leather jacket and hat hanging on the hook. Perking up, I hurried into the bedroom.

“Indiana!” I cried when I saw him. Indy turned towards me, halfway out of his shirt. He smiled at me and held his arms open, shirt now forgotten.

“(Y/N).” He sighed when I rushed into his arms. “I missed you.” I pulled back to look at him. I opened my mouth to respond when the cut under his eye made me pause.

“I didn’t realize this dog was that dangerous.” I said as I ghosted my finger tips over the cut. Indiana winced and gave me a small smile.

“I didn’t either.” He sighed. “Got into a little fight.” He pulled back to wave a hand at his torso. I looked down and gasped at the bruising across his ribs. “Doesn’t hurt that bad. Been a few days.” He shrugged and tried to pull me back into the hug but I held my ground.

“Indiana, let me take care of you.” I mused as I took his hand and led him to the bathroom. Pointing at the toilet, I went into the closet for the first aid kit. “Sit.” I ordered when I realized he was still standing there watching me. He seemed to jolt out of whatever his mind was on and sat down.

“You don’t have to do this you know.” Indiana said as I moved to kneel in front of him. I shrugged as I used a cotton ball to dab antiseptic on the few cuts that littered his face and chest.

“I know. But it’s rare I get to take care of you like this. They’re normally all healed by the time you come back. Besides,” I grabbed the wet washcloth and pressed it against his ribs. Indiana hissed and pulled back slight. “I want to.” He looked at me with understanding and nodded.

“ok.” He surrendered and let me finish patching him up. When I was done, I put the first aid kit away and reached out for his hand. Indiana took it and let me pull him into the bedroom. Pausing to grab his discarded shirt, I stripped and put it on. Indiana smiled as he laid down on the bed, arm out for me to curl up under. “Thank you.” He said with a kiss to my forehead.

“you’re welcome.” I said with a smile. “Thank you for letting me do that.” I leaned up to give him a kiss. Indiana hummed against my lips.

“I’ll try to come home with fresher cuts for you.” He teased. I gently pushed him before curling up against him again. “Love you.”

“love you too.” I sighed. “Welcome home Indy.”

#indiana jones fanfic #indiana jones fanfiction #indiana jones imagine #Indiana jones #indiana jones x reader #harrison ford #harrison ford x reader #harrison ford imagine #Harrison ford fanfic #Harrison ford fanfiction

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babyindeath · 8 months

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CALLING ALL FANFIC WRITERS

What I need is a Captain Haddock x Indiana Jones fanfic bad. Maturity Rating Explicit

They need to have a fling it’s something that really must appear on my desk asap.

#txt #indiana jones #captain haddock #tintin #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own

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ave09 · 9 months

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han x reader where the reader is a crewmate on the falcon? :0

and han proposes to them maybe? :0

i loved writing this!! i hope you like it!

marry me

han solo x reader

note: this one’s just so cute-

“i tell you, one day, this ship’s gonna explode or something and we’re all gonna die.” you mumbled. han glanced back at you, pointing a finger, “how dare you talk that way about my baby!”

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “whatever,” you muttered. you watched as han set the ship onto an autopilot mode, before turning his chair to face you, beckoning over. hesitantly, you walked towards him.

he then snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. “hi baby.” he greeted, leaning in and kissing you softly. “i thought the falcon was your baby?” you deadpanned, mainly trying to mess with him.

“well she is, but y’know what you are?” you stared at him expectantly, curious of what he was going to say.

knowing han, it could either be snarky and cocky or nice and sweet.

his arms hugged your waist a bit, his head resting upon your shoulder as he spoke, his voice low, “you… are… my love,” he kissed your shoulder. “my sweetheart,” he kissed your collarbone, “my angel,” he kissed your neck. “my sunshine,” he kissed your cheek. “my princess,” he kissed your nose.

“and my darling love of my life,” han turned your head slightly, capturing your lips, kissing you deeply. his words resonated through you, making you feel warm and loved.

“oh han,” you whispered, gazing at him, kissing him again, your arms snaking around his neck, melting into the kiss.

he pulled away again, a small smile on his lips, “marry me.” you furrowed your brows, “what?” you asked.

“you heard me, sweetheart.”

you leaned back slightly, eyes widening, “are you serious?” you asked. he nodded, “yes, i want you to marry me.”

a soft smile tugged at your lips as he continued, “i don’t have a ring or anything, not right now. but i will, i promise i’ll get you one to wear on your pretty little finger. but, i want to do this baby. i want to do this with you.”

one of his hands found your left hand, tapping the ring finger where a wedding band would eventually rest, “right there. something simple, i know you aren’t one for flashy diamonds. at least not for missions or anything, maybe i’d get you a nice diamond for special occasions.”

you smiled brightly.

“so, what do you say? will you marry me?”

you nodded, “yes.”

he seemed taken aback by your answer, “yes?”

you nodded again, “yes, han. i will marry you.”

#harrison ford x reader #harrison ford #harrison ford movies #indiana jones #han solo #young harrison ford #indiana jones x reader #star wars #han solo x reader #han solo fanfic #han solo imagine

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