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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 · 6 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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youvebeenlivingfictional · 11 months

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Hello! May I please request Indiana Jones x fem!Reader and the comfort prompt 13. Getting or giving a long hug when one of you walks through the door?

Sure thing!

You're expecting to come home to an empty house, so when you hear the clink of a glass in the kitchen, you freeze in the doorway. Your stomach twists with panic. Has someone broken in? Did you leave your window open and did a racoon or a squirrel get in?

You cautiously lower your bag to the floor, and your keys to the side table by the front door before quietly pushing the door shut behind you. You glance around nervously. What the hell can you do? There's an umbrella in the stand, but that's not going to make much of an impact; there's a large, heavy vase by the stairs, but it's too awkward to lift and carry. If it is a burglar, the vase won't exactly get one over on them.

Shit, what the hell could you do? Indy had kept a gun in the bedside table when he stayed over, but he'd taken it with him on his latest excursion to Guatemala. Hell, what on Earth are you going to—?

"Are you just going to stand there, sweetheart?"

Your heart leaps into your throat at the sound of his voice. You charge down the hall, throwing your arms around Indiana Jones. His chuckle grows louder as he wraps his arms around your in turn.

"Missed me?" He adds.

"More than you could possibly imagine...But you scared the hell out of me," You scold, leaning back and socking him in the shoulder. It doesn't dim his mirth. He just reaches out, cupping your jaw and tipping your head toward his.

"I missed you, too."

"Did you?"

"Course I did," He nudges the tip of his nose against yours. Your eyelids flutter as his lips brush yours. And then—

"Didn't have anyone down there to help me with my laundry."

You scoff, reeling away from Indiana and making to turn away. You don't get far before Indiana is drawing you back in for a warm kiss. You hook your hands in his collar, lips pulling into a smile as he curls you into his chest.

"You're an ass, Jones," You mumble.

"You wouldn't have me any other way."

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callie-the-creator · 9 months

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nsfw alphabet with…

cw. mdni.

a - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

like any man after sex, he’s going to become incredibly tired and is bound to fall asleep a few minutes after you two are done. he needs it, especially after the hell he goes through whenever he goes on his archeological adventures. but in the small window of time before he goes to bed, he spends that time pampering you with love. he’ll shower your neck, shoulders, and chest in kisses while he has his strong arms wrapped around your body.

b - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

it’s no secret that indy is a bit of a womanizer and in his years of experience, he has grown incredibly confident in his own skin. with that being said, i think to say that his favorite attribute of his has to be either his hair or…y’know…the schlong.

yours though? i think it’s safe to say that he’s a sucker for your beautiful eyes and thighs…hey, that rhymed!

c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

indiana would 100% respect your boundaries. you don’t want him to cum inside? that’s perfectly fine— is your chest a suitable substitute?

d - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

n/a. sorry! i can’t really think of anything for him. i feel like he’d be an open book to you when it comes to all things sexual and wouldn’t want to hide anything from you.

e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

of course! indiana has lots of experience, so there is no need to worry when he’s taking care of you.

f - favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or doggy. i will not elaborate further.

g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if he hasn’t been able to see or touch you in weeks or months because he’s out somewhere in the world on another one his adventures, by the time he gets back home he is not a force to be reckoned with. he would be deadly serious and a touch from you would calm him down in a heartbeat. of course, he has a goofy side to him. he is not afraid to be a bit corny.

h - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

realistically, i think he’d try to keep it trimmed. he has a well amount of body hair, but nothing too overwhelming. if you don’t believe me, just look at his beautiful chest hair. awooga!

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it truly depends on his mood. indiana could praise and cherish you as if you were some sort of ancient deity one night and treat you the complete opposite the next.

j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yes, he does jerk off, not a lot, just when you’re not around to help. he mainly does it on his expeditions since you’re safe at home and he can rest easy knowing that you’re not about to get yourself hurt trying to retrieve whatever artifact he’s searching for. but the truth is that his hand pales in comparison to you…

k - kink (one or more of their kinks)

something tells me he has a ‘daddy’ kink. he’s fond of any name that gives him a sense of power and he also loves being called other things whether that is ‘sir’, ‘doctor’, or even ‘professor’.

l - location (favorite places to do the do)

strictly the bedroom, but if you’re nice and persuade him long enough, then maybe he’ll have some fun with you in his office.

m - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

nothing folds his man quicker than seeing you in a skirt or even a nice dress. though…he will admit that he just loves seeing you get all coy and shy around him. you not to mention the noises you make when he fucks you get him even more hard than he already is, especially little high pitched squeaks you struggle to hold in but they escape past your lips nonetheless.

n - no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no blindfolds, handcuffs, fearplay, or anything like that. indiana has been captured times countless times and evaded many foes. going into the things listed before would throw this man for a major loop.

o - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

indiana finds oral a little weird at first, but you were able to change his mind real quick. he usually prefers to receive but always makes sure you’re satisfied, whether you cum on his tongue, his fingers, or his cock. but he’ll have you have free range when you’re going down on him, but when it’s his turn? he’ll make sure to be gentle with you…unless you prefer him to be a bit rough with you. he is at your very command.

p - praise (are they complementary toward their partner?)

oh, absolutely! you already know this man is going to call you every pet name in the book when you two are making love. honey, sweetheart, you name it.

q - quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

i am a firm believer that indiana would take his time with you. so, no funny business! while he doesn’t necessarily support the idea, he definitely won’t reject the idea if you were to offer.

r - risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

no. nope. absolutely not. he’s a professor, for goodness sake! he has a reputation to uphold. of course, if you were abroad on a vacation, trip, or adventure…then that’s another story entirely.

s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

in a row? indiana usually go one or two before he passes out, but he makes it for in stamina. he’ll probably fuck you until the break of dawn if you were to give him the proper chance.

t - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

n/a. i am not knowledgeable in sex toys from this time, so i don’t think i can really answer this part. sorry!

u - unfair (do they like to tease their partner?)

hohoho, you’re in a wild ride. indiana can be a huge tease when he wants to be, he enjoys how dependent you are on him for pleasure and sometimes he’ll leave you on the edge just to hear you whine and beg for him. he’s a master at knowing when you’re just about to finish and he’ll pull back while you shake, so close it hurts.

v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i don’t think he’s all that loud. in fact, i think mainly narrows down to grunts and lots of praises (bonus points if his voice cracks or is raspy in the moment).

w - wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

n/a. i got nothing…

x - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

in terms of length, i would say that indiana is slightly above average.

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

about average, but with all those expeditions away from you? it might as well have increased his sex drive because he can’t stop thinking about you. he needs to focus! those artifacts aren’t going to find themselves, after all.

z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as i said before, it doesn’t take long…i’ll give it abouuuut…5 minutes tops.

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ave09 · 9 months

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I have an idea for Indiana Jones x female reader; Taking place in Temple of Doom, when the sacrifice is about to happen, the reader has an asthmatic attack and Indiana Jones sees that she can't breathe, grabbing her inhaler from her pocket and letting her breathe in and out. Then when Mola Ram captures them, Indiana gets pissed at how Mola Ram wants her to be his bride. I am leaving the rest to you, and I would like to have Willie in this one.

breathe

indiana jones x reader

note: left this one on a cliff hanger 🤭 also includes quite a bit of star wars references

“i think there’s still bugs in my hair!” willie squealed, running a hand through her blonde curls. you stopped, turning to face her, “turn around.” you said. the woman did so, you took a moment to examine willie’s hair before shaking your head, “nope. you’re good.”

“come on ladies,” indiana called from the front of the group, short round by his side. “hurry up lady! and miss!” shorty exclaimed. you bit back a laugh. due to your very new relationship with indiana jones, shorty has resorted to constantly calling you miss, although you’d told him time and time again to call you by your first name.

you quickly picked up the pace, so you now walked alongside indiana. “so.. any idea with what we’re dealing with?” you asked softly. indiana pursed his lips, “i suppose we’ll just have to find out, won’t we, doll?” slowly you nodded. indiana then reached for you hand, “how are you doing?” he asked, intertwining his fingers with yours. you yanked your hand away, “stop that.”

the man furrowed his brows, “stop what?” he said, reaching for your hand again. “my hands are dirty.” you stated. after all, you’d had to stick your hand into some black goo to help willie release the trap door to save indiana and shorty. “my hands are dirty too, what are you afraid of?” he then took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. you couldn’t help but smile. just as you were about to speak again, the sound of loud chanting reached your ears. you glanced at indiana, a look of concern written on his face. he pressed a finger to his lips, telling everyone to remain quiet as they rounded a corner.

the trail ended there, and they came up upon the edge, your eyes widened at the sight below. thousands of people sat on their knees, gazing up at the large skeletal statue before them. “what is it?” willie asked fearfully, cowering behind you. “it’s a thugee ceremony… they’re worshipping their god, kali.” you suddenly began to feel

nervous at the sight of it. these rituals were known to be gory. only God knows what you might see. you frowned, swallowing harshly, feeling nervous.

a man, wearing an elaborate headdress walked onto a platform, a sort of twisted smile upon his face. your nerves increased. something about him made you very uneasy.

he began speaking in what you believed to be was hindu, you didn’t understand what he was saying.

suddenly, a man was brought out, he was screaming, as though protesting. this worried you, but you remained silent. you scooted closer to him, watching as a large cage was brought down. the protesting man was chained in it, and suddenly you hit with a sense of impending doom.

a scream ripped through your throat as the scary man stuck his hand into the protesting man’s chest, ripping out his heart. willie screamed loudly, ducking away.

but your reaction had to be far worse. your chest felt tight, your breathing becoming labored. you were having an asthma attack. short round was the first to notice as you clutched your chest, “miss? miss? what’s wrong?”

indiana whipped around, catching sight of you. his eyes widened, “goddammit.” he mumbled, worry evident in his voice.

“what’s wrong, indy?”

“she’s having an asthma attack.” he told the boy before his hazel eyes glanced at you, “inhaler?”

“left-pocket.” you wheezed. indiana nodded, reaching to her jacket pocket, retrieving the small inhaler. he handed it to you, which you took gratefully. you took a puff, feeling a wave of relief was over you. your airways were opening up, and you began to be able to breath a bit better. indiana placed a hand on your back, “hey, you okay?” he whispered. you slowly nodded. indiana then gently placed his hands upon your shoulders, pushing you back slightly, “stay back there.” he said, not wanting you to see anything else that had to happen.

you nodded, your breathing becoming normal as you remained behind him, listening to the shrill screams of the man about to be sacrificed.

the man’s screams were cut off, and suddenly you heard an evil sort of cackle. you could only imagine what was happening now.

time passed quickly, and soon the ceremony was over. only when willie returned to indiana’s side did you dare do the same. indiana glanced over at you, sending you a nod.

‘you alright?’

you nodded in response.

you then glanced over at where the ceremony had just taken place, taking note of the glowing stones.

sankara stones.

indiana stood from his spot, moving towards the edge. “i’m getting those stones.” you furrowed your brows, “the hell you are, i’m comin’ with.”

“the hell you’re not.”

“says who?”

“says me.” before you could protest, indiana pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. he pulled away after a moment, “i’ll be fine. trust me.”

he was not fine.

— — —

“this is a very beautiful woman you have here, doctor jones.” mola ram cooed, his finger trailing down your collarbone.

“she is beautiful, but she’s mine.” indiana snapped, thrashing against the binds keeping him tied to the statue behind him. you sent the man a stern look, one that said ‘go along with it’.

“not for long, doctor jones. you know, i’ve been in need of a bride for some time…” you tried your best to remain calm. “she is gorgeous, authoritative… she would make a beautiful bride, and a wonderful mother to my children.”

“back off you son of a bitch!” indiana exclaimed, pulling forward but still going nowhere. one of the large guards moved towards him, turning him around so his back now faced you.

your eyes widened in terror as you watched the guard pick up indiana’s whip. you glanced at mola ram, “please. don’t do this,” you begged. the man only let out a cackle, “marry me, and i’ll stop.”

before you utter a word, the whip made contact with indiana’s back, eliciting a pained groan. you gasped, turning to mola ram, “i’ll do it,” you whispered.

“i can’t hear you~”

“don’t do it! whatever you do! don’t say yes!” this outburst got him another lashing. and you couldn’t watch any longer, “i’ll marry you!” you exclaimed, “just let him go!”

the guard dropped the whip. indiana groaned, “no, no don’t do this-“

“i will marry you on one condition.” you told mola ram. “and what is that?”

“you let him, short round and willie go. they all walk free.”

“no!”

“yes.” mola ram agreed with a evil grin, “i agree to your terms.”

you glanced over at indiana, noticing the look upon his face. he was heartbroken. “why?” he mouthed.

you blinked back tears, mouthing back, “i love you.”

— — —

the white dress was itchy, you wanted nothing more then to get rid of it. but you’d been all dolled up. for your wedding.

but you would not become mrs. jones. but instead the bride of mola ram.

you had been assured that indiana and your friends were allowed to leave… so now it was your time to escape. you’d ripped off all the curtains, tying them together to make a rope to drop out the window. it was the only plan you had.

just as you were lugging the makeshift rope towards the window, the door was pushed open to reveal-

“indiana?”

a wave of relief washed over you at the sight. “oh my god-“ you rushed forward, throwing yourself against him, embracing him tightly, careful not to touch the wounds on his back.

“i’m so damn happy to see you-“ you pulled away, gesturing over to the window, “i was gonna escape but, now you’re here and i’m sure you have a better plan.”

you leaned into him again, feeling content as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head atop yours. things felt normal.

but then, things shifted. his grip on you tightened, “indiana? you’re-you’re hurting me.”

he then leaned in slightly, his lips against your earlobe, “kali ma protects us. and we are her children.”

and that is when you knew that you lost him.

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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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yavanawrites · 1 year

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I’ve started working on the first chapter of this Indiana Jones fic for those that are interested!

I can’t say for sure when it’ll be published but I will keep you updated. 🥰 Until then I’ll explain the concept of how exactly I want to write this a bit. I got this idea from another writer on here and I hope that you’ll enjoy reading this way. I’m not a big fan of the y/n stuff because I find, at least, when I read those, it throws me off a bit and dis-immerses me from the story. So the reader will take on the persona of a character or “oc” in the fic, however I won’t be describing her physical appearance, that the reader can take on the persona of the character and imagine themselves in that place. I’m a big fan of the way @melis-writes does her x Reader fics and have always enjoyed the reading experience and find that it is much easier for me to write this way. If you like like Al Pacino or the Godfather by the way you should totally check out her page if you haven’t already.

As for the plot and the character/reader 👀 stay tuned for a post in the near future.

#indiana jones #indiana jones x reader #Indiana jones x oc #Indiana jones fic #yavanawrites #harrison ford

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zodiacemma · 2 years

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accismus - prologue

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 // 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘹 𝘰𝘤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳.

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Marshall College, Connecticut 1935

It was after school hours when she was requested, and she preferred it that way. She made her way to the Curator’s office in her polished Oxford shoes, puffy white button-up, and academic brown pants. Dark hair tickled her shoulders as it brushed back and forth with her heavy stride.

The sun was lowering in the sky but not quite setting. Beams of golden light seeped through the many windows of the hallways. Rays of the sun were interrupted through the filter of luscious leaves, the many trees planted around the campus. What light that made it through the hundreds of fresh green leaves dappled her bronze face. Her deep brown eyes shone their golden flecks as the sun’s light reflected off them.

The sun disappeared as she made a sharp corner leading to a small one-way hallway with a door at the end. Although not labeled, it was the office of the Curator of the National Museum’s Marshall College Branch. Behind the door was the man that called for her presence five minutes ago.

It was all extremely fortunate timing, really. Most days, she stayed late in her office, but today she had other plans. Having plans to treat herself at the nearby family-owned restaurant, she convinced herself to push her work aside and leave early for the day. Just as she located her keys, a small tap was heard at the door. Deciding to look into it briefly instead of just assuming it was the wind or some other arbitrary action of the outside world, a small note was taped to her door. Hastily written, it asked for her to be at the dean’s office as soon as possible.

So all plans were off the table. Great. She ruffled her hair and straightened her pants before realizing they were pants, not a skirt or dress. Wanting to get over the embarrassment, she knocked on the door with one knuckle.

“Come in!” The British man’s voice was muffled through the wooden door.

The woman pushed down on the handle and swung the door open slowly, revealing a pristine desk and messy shelf full of various antiquities men like the Curator would jokingly call knickknacks.

She consciously closed the door as if something would break if it was allowed to close on its own.

“Hello, Dr. Brody,” she greeted. The door clicked close behind her.

“Please,” the man said, getting up from his seat, “call me Marcus.”

She nodded, sticking her hand out to shake. “Okay then, Marcus.”

Marcus let go of the woman’s hand and returned to his seat.

“Please, take a seat.” He gestured to the available seat across from him. Being the only open seat in the office, she took it.

She straightened her back as she began talking. “So, what brings me here?” she asked.

Marcus grinned ever so lightly. He clasped his hands together as though about to pray and set them down on the desk.

“How expansive is your knowledge of Ancient Greece?” he asked casually.

“How ancient are we talking here?” Her accent was slowly seeping through, even if she didn’t notice.

“Towards the end. The three hundreds,” he clarified.

She pushed for a moment. “More than I’d care to admit. Why do you ask?”

Marcus leaned in. “You see, Alexander the Great held many riches in his possession while he was alive. One of those things was a large gold statue in the form of a peacock.”

“A sign of Hera,” she cut in. “Perhaps as a plea to land him a good wife. He did, after all, have issues finding a stable partner during his ruling. His last wife only lasted him a year before he died.” She looked up at Marcus. “Oh! I do apologize for my ramblings.”

“It’s quite alright,” he assured. “Taking into account everything Alexander owned and its purpose is truly a great way to keep one’s mind busy. Of course I’m getting off track, too.” Marcus adjusted his posture before continuing. “When Alexander the Great died, many, if not all, of his possessions were destroyed. Including the peacock statue. Of course, if anything was found to be of value, it was taken before it could be destroyed.”

Her eyes widened. “You mean…?”

Marcus nodded. “The eyes of the peacock were two large diamonds believed to be around one-hundred and forty carats each,” he emphasized. As he told the story, he began gesturing along.

“One of them was sold off to an Indian emperor, correct?” she asked.

“Yes, it was,” he confirmed. “And from there it was split up into smaller sized diamonds and shared to others. The other, though—”

“It hasn’t been seen since. Someone stole it and that’s the last of what we know,” she interrupted.

“You would be correct,” Marcus said. “Until now.”

She stayed silent and utterly still in her seat. This allowed Marcus to continue.

“We have recently received information as to its possible whereabouts,” he explained.

“That’s impossible,” she said. “The Peacock’s Eye has been found?”

“We believe so,” he said. “And we think it’s in the South Pacific island of Fiji.”

Her mouth hung open for a full minute. Stunned silence hung high up in the air.

“Mis Dios, what’s it doing all the way over there?” she asked, completely baffled.

“You’re asking me like I have all the answers,” Marcus chuckled out. “We’re not entirely sure what it’s doing in Fiji but all we know is that it’s been sighted there.”

The two sat in silence once again. The woman leaned back in her chair, trying to process the information given to her. The Peacock’s Eye was nothing more than legend. People weren’t even sure if it actually existed in the first place. It was often deemed a myth, nothing more than a fictional story about a historical figure. And now there was confirmation of this thing’s existence?

“Wait a minute,” she realized out loud, “you want me to go get the damn thing, don’t you?”

Her hands were splayed across the desk, palms flat. She leaned in as much as she could without fearing breaking the desk.

“You know, that’s one thing I like about you,” Marcus said, leaning in to tighten the space between them. “You understand what it is I’m asking of you. I can’t tell you how many people and how many times my demands weren’t understood until I spelled it out in front of them like they were back in bloody kindergarten!”

The woman laughed. “If this is your way of buttering me up to send me off onto the next flight to Fiji, you have another thing comin’ to you, I’m afraid!”

“Oh really?” Marcus challenged. “Five thousand is the minimum the museum is offering.”

She gripped the desk in shock. “The minimum?” she whispered.

“Yes, the minimum,” he repeated. “So get packing because your flight leaves at twelve-thirty on the dot.”

Her brows furrowed for a brief second. “The flight would be fourteen and a half hours, and taking into account the seventeen-hour time zone difference…” she mumbled loudly to herself. “…I would be arriving in Fiji by seven that evening, allowing me time to adjust to the hours lost.”

Marcus nodded. “So, like I said, you better go home and pack right away!”

“Yes, yes,” she agreed. She got up from her chair and made her way to the door. “Anything else I should know before leaving?”

Marcus didn’t answer right away. She slowly looked over at the older man, who held a regretful expression. His wrinkles curled up in a bashful manner as he tried playing off the potential severity of the information accidentally withheld.

“Marcus,” she said slowly and sternly, as though reprimanding a small child.

“Um, well,” he fumbled out, rubbing the back of his neck in shame, “there may be a group on the hunt for the eye as well.”

The woman sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Of course you tell me this now.”

“At least we know who the group is!” he exclaimed, attempting to remedy the situation.

She looked at Marcus with a half-lidded, unamused look. “And that group is?”

Marcus could be heard scrambling in his various desk drawers, looking for his needed notes. With every drawer opening soon followed a thunk of a drawer closing. After sharp sounds of papers shuffling filled everyone’s ears, a small gasp came out of Marcus as he found what he was looking for.

“The group’s leader is Lao Che,” he said. “He’s a top crime lord with limited but powerful connections. It’s said that he works in close operation with his three sons.”

“Okay,” she trailed off. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

“Good then!” Marcus said. “Then this mission should be of no trouble to you!”

She grimaced at his response. “Whatever you say.” Marcus grabbed ahold of her hand as the two shook them once again.

“I can’t thank you enough, Doctor—”

“Please,” she quickly interrupted, “if your wish for me is to call you Marcus, then it is my wish for you to call me Silvia.”

He held a tight-lipped grin as he bit back his tongue. “Alright then, Silvia. I wish you nothing but good luck on your journey.”

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𝐦𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬 🇱‌🇦‌🇳‌🇬‌🇺‌🇦‌🇬‌🇪‌: 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 🇱‌🇮‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇦‌🇱‌: 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 🇪‌🇶‌🇺‌🇮‌🇻‌🇦‌🇱‌🇪‌🇳‌🇹‌: (𝘰𝘩) 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥

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hotluncheddie · 7 months

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bet.

for the october @steddiemicrofic prompt 'suck' ! happy halloween !!

wc: 480 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: bestie robin, chubby steve, horny eddie

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‘bet you can’t keep your hands off him for the whole party.’ robin stares eddie down from across the sofa.

‘what? on Halloween? is that how you think of me bobbie? i’m wounded’ eddie watches steve’s ass as he walks to the kitchen.

robin throws popcorn at him ‘eddie. the only reason you're not still sitting in his lap is because i asked him to get more soda.. literally a second ago.’

‘and you were so mean for that.’ eddie folds his arms, eyes flicking between robin and steve at the fridge. robin is scowling.. ‘fine. your bet, what’s the stakes?’

robins scowl drops and she sighs 'i need steve to wingman. the new girl from work is bringing her roommate and it’s been hinted her favourite colour is violet and i need this eddie, like, seriously.’

eddie softens. ’it would be homophobic of me to take that away from you.’ poking her with his socked toe. ‘do i get anything? for keeping my hands off?’

‘24 hours. i have a project due but no time till the day before. apartment will be yours. you two can do what you want.. my rooms off limits.’

‘you, miss robin buckly, have a deal.’

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‘you, are an evil witch robin buckley’

‘oh, get over it!’ robin huffs, tipsy.

‘how could you do this to me! on halloween!’ eddie pouts.

‘suck it up buttercup. just remember what’s at stake.’

‘ughhhh’

‘yeah because i’m so sorry i convinced steve to pick that costume. even though he had to buy it, so it’s his, forever.’

‘…did i ever tell you you’re the light of my life?’

robin flicks him on the forehead and walks back over to steve and the girl.

eddie tracks her. resigned to sulking.

and blue balls.

because steve is in a sailor uniform, but this one is off-white with black accents, complementing his tan. the trousers are long, wide in the leg and tight in the ass. cupping around the curve of it, like eddie wishes he was, right now. the hat on his head is at an angle and pushes his hair down, so it frames his rosy cheeks, and pretty smile.

and the top. oh! the top. the flap collar frames broad shoulders and deep v exposes chest hair. it ends at his hipline and flowed nicely but steve’s had a few beers. bloated, his belly has started filling in the front, started pulling around his love handles. the outline of his soft, wide belly button is just visible.

‘just one night.’ eddie mumbles to himself, leaning against a wall. ‘then 24 uninterrupted hours.’

steve readjusts the waistband of his trousers, hiking them a little higher. eddie sees how the movement makes his belly jiggle.

sliding slowly down the wall and into a heap on the floor; eddie bites his fist and allows himself one tiny, tortured little whimper.

#ahoy ;)#steve thinks the bet is very funny #hotlunch #steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficoctober #chubby steve harrington #goblin eddie munson #eddie’s dressed as dracula if u care #my fic #a belly pushing agains a sailor shirt is something so so dear to me #if anyone wants to be a freak and agree with me pls tell me in an ask #robin is indiana jones #she gets the girl <3

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spider-bren · 10 months

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MEANT TO KILL ME | VOLLER X READER

@shadesofkumquat gave this prompt so thank you!! And yes, you are right. There is nothing like enemies to lovers trope. Mads did look sooo good so I’m happy to write this. Hope you like it :)

Prompt: I’m desperately looking for a Jürgen Voller x Fem!Reader 👀 PLEASE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 Well maybe she’s been kidnapped or something like that kind of enemies to lovers (best ships God). You can even go very spicy, no limits there. Don’t know if that’s what you want to write as you specifically gave ideas, but i’m still taking my chance haha. Mads was so HANDSOME in this movie! (so yeah, I scream too)

Pairing: Jürgen Voller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content, Kidnapping, Reader is Indiana’s student (but not really), Canonical Idealogy - Nazi, Enemies to Lovers

Summary: You’ve been kidnapped by Voller’s goons and when Voller comes to you you both know you want each other

You didn’t know where you were. Last thing you remembered was that you were on the street enjoying the festival and suddenly this large blonde American came out of nowhere and slipped a bag over your head, carrying you over his shoulder. Now that the bag was removed, you found yourself in a hotel room cuffed to the large made up bed. The cuffs hurt your thin wrists as you tried to yank yourself and slip free.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said the blonde man who was sitting watching you on a chair with his feet propped up on the bed. He was wearing a suit which surprised you.

Did kidnappers normally wear suits? Or were those just those movies where they were ski masks and stuff?

“Voller wouldn’t like that,” he added with a click of his tongue.

“Who is Voller?” you asked, wearily.

“Voller is my boss. He asked me to bring you here. You know Doctor Jones, right?”

“Yeah. I’m one of his students. What does this have to do with me?”

“I don’t know really. All I know is that I have to keep you here until he comes back.”

“Please, let me go. I don’t know anything I swear.”

“Shut up.”

The door opened and another man came in wearing a dark grey suit.

“Thank you, Klaber,” the man in the glasses said to the blonde. Klaber exited the room leaving you two alone.

“My name is Jürgen Voller."

"What do you want from me?" You struggled against the binds again.

Voller stalked towards you taking off his suit jacket and folding in on the chair Klaber was on. He neatly did up his sleeves before leaning over your small frame. His eyes were golden amber, flecks of green shone in them from behind the glasses.

"I told Klaber to capture you because of Doctor Jones but really I wanted you for myself as soon as I saw you." He sniffed your hair and his lips grazed your ear. "You are very beautiful."

He trailed his long fingers down your cheek. You shivered, trying to figure out what was going on. Your fight or flight response was dormant within you because some deep primal part of you liked this. Like being…captured. Being his prey. He was an extremely attractive man. High cheekbones and plush lips that now were kissing the juncture of your jaw and neckline.

"You know who I am?"

You shook your head at his question. Hands still strained in the chains, your body confused as a swift flush of heat settled in your stomach when he moved closer to you.

"I'm the man that wants to do bad things. Bad things by societal standards, but good things for the world in the long run. I work for NASA. I helped put men in space. But this world needs more than men in little outfits dancing on the moon. It needs a leader. And I am one to do it. See, my dear, I want to kill Hitler. And take over…how does that make you feel?"

Something in you stirred. Hatred. Disgust. This man was everything you had been taught to despise. You had no idea how the hell he was going to go back in time and kill Hitler but that didn't matter. He was evil. A bad, bad man. He wanted to better the world, but with his own force, his own power. His ideals didn't align with yours. Your conscience was rational, if anything.

And yet…when his hands were on you that didn't matter. He was just a man. And you were just a woman.

"Tell me, what do you think of it?"

You gasped as his thumb and forefinger plucked at your hardened nipple. It was harsh. Rough. He didn't give you time to respond.

"I bet it secretly turns you on. I bet you like it. It's wrong and you know it. Nothing wrong about sex. Nothing wrong about lust. You shouldn't be ashamed of your desires. I'm a scientist, I should know. It's natural to want things you know you shouldn't. That's what makes it even more alluring."

His fingers edged towards your skirt and you mentally cursed yourself for deciding to wear it today.

"You want me. Don't be shy now, little one. I will make it all better. When I first saw you, I wanted you. I knew that you'd resist me. You'd hate me. But that doesn't stop me. You want me like I want you. You can run. You can fight me. I will chase you across the world."

"Jürgen," You cried as his fingers curled into your lace panties and found you soaked.

"Klaber doesn't know. He doesn't know how long we've been playing this game. No one knows. How you don't work for Indiana. How we have been acting like we don't know each other for years. Two opposite sides. Different parts of the war. You stand to end me. Your job is to stop me. And you would even pretend to be in Indiana’s class just so I know where to find you. You never told me who you work for. CIA? Interpol? Some secret hate group towards me?" He smirked as he fucked you slowly and easy.

You sighed and bit back moans at the remembrance of how good his fingers were. It had been too long. Voller was and had been your lover for some time now. And even though you were supposed to kill him, you loved him. All that mattered was his tongue stroking yours, his hands massaging your chest, and his fingers moving inside you making you shake and ache for him.

"I guess I never need to know who you are. I already know you're mine."

#jurgen voller #mads mikkleson #voller x fem!reader #voller x reader #indiana jones #dial of destiny #my fic #send requests

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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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bad-tf-fic-ideas · 4 months

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(111) Anode talks Brainstorm into building her a compass that always points towards the most valuable treasure in any given area. It sounds cool until he starts saying things like, "yeah, okay, so, it will synchronise with your processor to determine subjective 'value'," and "if you want a precious metals detector you could buy one off cBay!" (It's not easy to get cBay delivery in the middle of nowhere space, actually.)

For the first few weeks it seems to work fine, until it starts malfunctioning, and then it only points towards Lug. Which is, like, super sweet, except that the pair is trapped in the middle of a vault that's also a tomb that's also a maze that's also full of obstacles and deathtraps, and she was really hoping it would point them to the extremely subjectively valuable EXIT...

["So maybe if you think REALLY HARD about loving me less..." Lug wonders.]

#tf fic ideas #maccadam #anode #lug #anode and lug are basically indiana jones. in my heart. except if indiana jones' secret side career was paediatric emergency surgery...

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 16

Day Fifteen | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Seventeen

Pairing: Indiana Jones x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked

Warnings: Role reversal; period-typical attitudes toward sex; vaginal sex; riding unsafe sex; creampie

He starts to turn up to your classes midway through October. You’ve seen his picture in the paper, heard the conspiratorial whispers of the enamored co-eds across campus, but you’ve never met the man.

You notice him right off the bat—it’s impossible not to. If it hadn’t been for the way most of the female students were twisting in their seats to get a look at him, his countenance would’ve given him away. He was dressed far more professionally than your students, and watching you far more closely than any of them were as well. The afternoon sun glinted off of his glasses as he tracked your movement, from walking into the lecture hall, to setting down your briefcase as you greeted your students.

You’ve nearly forgotten him by the lecture’s end, as your students pack up their things and file out. You focus on getting your scattered notes and attendance sheets together, certain that Jones will trail out with the rest of them. You feel someone watching you as you tuck your notes and attendance into a folder. You glance up, expecting one of your students, but finding him standing there instead.

“Dr. Jones,” You greet, turning your attention back to your bag. “Is there something that I can help you with?”

“Brody told me that he’d hired someone else in the history department, but I haven’t had the time to come and get acquainted.”

“Well, that probably had something to do with your recent excursion to Guatemala.”

He chuckles softly. “I see my reputation precedes me.”

“It certainly does.”

“I just wanted to stop by, say hello…Get a look at the professor that’s been poaching my students.”

“They probably wouldn’t be so easy to poach if you turned up to more than a third of your lectures during a given semester.”

You close your satchel, lifting the strap onto your shoulder and straightening up. He searches your face, eyes narrowing slightly behind his frames.

“Are you headed back to your office?” He asked. “I’d be happy to walk you.”

“Home, actually. I’m done for the day.”

“Could I drive you?”

“That’s quite alright, I drove myself here this morning.”

Jones nods slowly, gaze sweeping curiously over you.

“Perhaps I could drop by one of your lectures again.”

“What for?”

“Fun. I enjoyed it.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two about a thing or two.”

Jones’ lips curled with a smile as he nodded.

“We’ll see about that.”

“What was that crack about me missing classes?”

You throw a surly glare over your shoulder at Indiana as he grins up at you. This was not the plan.

After a week, Dr. Jones had made it a point to visit at least one of your classes. After a month, you were planning a lecture series together over dinners and drinks. After two months, Jones had managed to talk you into taking a little weekend trip with him—for the sake of the lecture series, of course.

“I'll go on one condition,” You’d warned, pointing firmly at him.

“I’m listening.”

“I need to be back by noon on Monday at the latest. I have a lecture at three and I despise missing classes.”

“...I will do my best.”

“Jones.”

“Cross my heart, honey.”

He’d raised his hand and crossed his heart, then raised his right hand and gestured, “Scout’s honor.”

You’d wanted to be grated by all of it—the smile, the crossing of his heart, his scout’s honor, the way he’d called you honey. But you’d gone into the weekend with a curious new feeling. You didn’t think that Indiana really wanted to get together for lecture notes, you thought that he wanted to, well…

Well, you’d gotten the impression that Indiana may be interested in you—romantically. It was rare that a man like that asked you to drinks just to talk about the legacy of Alexander the Great, or insisted on walking you to your door afterward.

A weekend away had seemed perfectly in order to kick off the far-less-than-professional side of your relationship. You’d packed your cutest clothes—you'd been excited.

And now rather than snuggling up, you’re following an artifact fencer into a cave in the middle of the Grand Canyon at 3pm on a Monday, dirtying your second favorite outfit, and fighting the urge to sock the grinning fool squarely in the jaw.

“Stifle it, Jones.”

You throw the door to your hotel room open, stomping irritatedly inside and reaching back to shove the door shut again. You don’t hear it close, but you do hear the thud of Indiana’s feet behind you.

“What’s the matter with you?” He asks, shutting the door behind himself.

“You promised, Jones. Crossed your damn heart, if you even have one.”

“Wouldya quit pouting? We did a good thing,” Jones argues. “So you missed a class, so what?”

“It’s the principle of the thing!” You argue, whirling around on him. He’s stunningly close, his brows raised as he watches you. You scowl as he grins amusedly.

“Why did you invite me out here, anyway, Jones?” You add. Something flickers in his gaze just enough for you to seize on.

“For the lecture series,” He insists. “Obviously.”

“Obviously?” You narrow your eyes, stepping toe-to-toe with him. “That’s all?”

“Why else would I have invited you?”

“For something like this, perhaps?” You reach out, grasping his cheeks and draw him in. He flails a bit for balance as your lips crash together. He steadies himself as he rests his hands on your hips, sighing softly against them as he uses his grasp to pull you closer. You let him steer you back toward the bed, but before he can push you down, you turn and give Indiana a push. He bounces back onto the mattresses, eyes wide as he peers up at you, his kiss-plumped lips parted in surprise. You smile, straddling his lap as he propped himself up on his elbows.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” He asks, sliding his hands over your thighs.

“You’ve been giving me orders all afternoon, Jones. It’s time to let me steer.”

You watched Indiana’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. He’d hardly taken his eyes off of you as you’d undressed, hardly been able to keep still as you’d climbed onto his lap. Now, his eyelids lowered as you slowly rolled your hips, sliding down onto his cock.

“C’mon,” He groans.

“Shut up.”

“You wanted to steer, but don't know how to drive.”

“We don’t need to floor it. Besides,” You give your hips a little swivel. “I’ve already got the key in the ignition.”

Indiana growls low in his chest, his head falling back against the pillows as you cast him a wicked grin. You brace your hands on either side of his head, bowing down over him.

“You’re really not used to this, are you?” You murmurs.

“Don’t get a big head, honey. I’m so used to this it’d make a Parisian courtesan blush.”

“Not this,” You chuckled, tightening up around him, and grinning as he grips your hips more tightly. “I meant not being in charge.”

Indiana glares up at you with muted wrath, a deep breath drawing in through his nose. You giggle, leaning back and giving a showy bite to your lip as your hips meet Indiana’s.

“You aren’t,” You insist as you set a punishingly slow pace. “It’s driving you crazy. Look at that little tick jumping in your jaw.”

Indiana’s hands raise to grasp your breasts, but you catch hold of his hands, intertwining your fingers and using your full force to pin them up over his head. His arms flex as he presses up against your grip, and you know that Indiana could easily throw you over. You brush your lips against his, then dip closer for a deeper kiss as you begin to grind your hips unhurriedly. Indiana’s lips part beneath yours, his tongue swiping out to brush and tease against yours.

He loses himself in your kisses, letting his straining muscles go slack against the mattress as you screw your hips down against his. You finally draw back from the kiss, shivering as Indiana leans up, swiping his tongue against your peaked nipple. You sigh, pressing your hips back against his and arching your back to push your breasts into his face. He turns his head, nuzzling the valley of breasts before sucking your other breast between his lips. You reach down, playing with your tingling clit and brushing against the slick base of Indiana’s shaft.

Your pace begins to falter as your attention is torn between the press of Indiana’s cock and the practiced swipe of your fingers against your own flesh. You gasp softly as the familiar sensation of your orgasm begins sneaking up on you. You let go of Indiana’s other hand and push yourself up, resting your hand on his chest as you pick up your pace. You look down at Indiana and find him watching you closely as you use him for your own pleasure. You curl your fingers, nails digging into Indiana’s chest. He groans, grasping your hips and using the grip to take control of the pace.

You don’t bother to stop him. You just tip your head back and thumb one of your nipples, cursing as you finally cum. Indiana pushes himself up against you, his chest pressed against yours. His arm hooks around your waist, pulling you closer. You can hear the grunts and groans beneath his breath, feel the harsh pants as he grows closer and closer beneath you. Indiana draws you down on top of him again, using his grip on your hips to fuck you through your orgasm. You watch his eyes roll back into his head, his groan choked out as he fills you. your cunt still twitching around him. You sigh softly, snuggling against Indiana’s chest as he calms. You smile as Indiana’s arms curl around your back, keeping you close.

“...Tell you what,” He mumbles after a moment. “You’re not such a bad driver.”

You chuckle, rolling off of Indiana and onto your back.

“I’m flattered.”

You gaze up at the ceiling as you feel Indiana roll onto your side, watching you closely. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

“How long can I convince you to stay here?” He murmurs.

“In bed?”

“In Arizona.”

You scoff, turning to look at indiana.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“I’ve got classes tomorrow, Jones.”

“Skip ‘em.”

You roll your eyes, looking up at the ceiling again.

“Ridiculous.”

Indiana reaches out, stroking gently along your arm.

“You really give a damn,” He comments. His voice is soft, almost stunned.

“Making fun of me?”

“No,” Indiana insists. “Hell, I like it.”

"Maybe I could teach you a thing or two about it."

"Giving a damn?"

"Mhm. Teach you how to keep your promises, next."

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