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luxshine · 4 months

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Gee, #DrJones, do you think one day I can be half as cool as #shortround? 'Cos he's the greatest!

#Murphysplushtrips #Murphysplush #Cosplay #indianajones #SDCC2023 #Dr Jones #Dr. Indiana Jones #Shortround

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deckardsdwelling · 11 months

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Short Round surprises Dr. Jones!

[Ke Huy Quan surprises Harrison Ford at the Hollywood premiere of “Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny” - Disney/Lucasfilm - 6/14/23]

We’re not crying we swear…🥹😭

— WDD

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panicpixieplaygirl · 8 months

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PRIVATE PORTFOLIO (indiana jones)

synopsis: dr. jones gets the wrong portfolio from a soon to graduate pupil. PART 2

word count: 2k warnings: smut-ish?, age gap, teacher-student

MINORS DNI! 18+

You were giddy, giggling and chatting to your friend, Marjorie. The end of spring semester was here, the weather was nice, and you were finally graduating. You had planned an exciting summer, ready to break loose and embrace the wide, open, adult world, and had already begun as you finalized the last of your exams, projects, and duties. You had crossed the very last task off your list, turning in your final portfolio to Dr. Jones, and were ready to share the daring first step of your liberation with your dear friend.

"They're really tasteful, not even as racy as I wanted them to be. I didn't even get nude. But the lingerie, Marge, oh, it's gorgeous." You spoke to her at your side as you slipped the thin, black, monogrammed portfolio from your bag.

"I always thought only brides did those sorts of portfolios. Do you think I should get some done? I mean, what if someone finds them?" Marjorie was no more a prude than you were, but they were valid questions for young women. But you were women; grown, adult women, about to embark on a new chapter of your lives. There wasn't a more perfect time.

"Just wait 'til you see them. They're artistic. You'd look amazing, when you see what they did for me, you won't be able to resist. Besides, this sort of thing is about us. Better fit for graduation than a wedding anyway. Oh, just wait until you see!" You both squeal and knock into each other excitedly as you close the gap between your shoulders, shielding the portfolio from any lingering eyes that may appear, despite your backs to the wall in the university library.

But when you finally opened the portfolio, the heat from the thrill drained from your cheeks, replaced with a quick, anxious pattering of your heart.

"Oh, shit!" You exclaimed loudly, enough to echo and get a few glares from others nearby finishing their studies. You turn to Marjorie, whose eyes are as wide as yours, and let out a panicked whisper.

"I put the wrong goddamn portfolio in Dr. Jones' office!"

You rush out of the library as quickly as you can without causing a scene, and head straight for Dr. Jones' office, praying he wouldn't be there. It had been less than 15 minutes since you dropped it off. Hopefully he was busy enough around this time that he wouldn't have seen it yet, you could just switch them. Hopefully.

Unfortunately for you, your signature monogrammed folder at the top of his stack was a delight for Dr. Jones. You were a star student all throughout your time in the program, and a competent, thorough display of knowledge and skill would be a perfect break in the half-assed mediocrity he'd been trudging through. He wasted no time opening the portfolio.

And of course, the display he stumbled upon was far from what he expected.

Initially, Dr. Jones’ stomach and mouth twisted at the prospect that this was some audacious attempt to seduce him in turn for a passing final grade, but it just seemed too out of character, and unnecessary for you. He couldn't piece it together.

Worse, he couldn't bring it upon himself to close the folder, or tear his eyes from it. He scanned the first photo, your hair, your eyes, your figure, felt his heart leap at the chance to view you in a new light.

When he gained the confidence to flip through the next images, he was amazed at how artistically they were done, capturing every curve of your body in a way that made his chest and his pants grow tight. He knew he should stop, but he couldn't help himself. The photographs were captivating, and he couldn't look away.

He was ashamed of his reaction, but he couldn't help the way his body was responding to the images before him. He tried to rationalize it, to convince himself that it was just a temporary lapse in judgment, but the more he looked, the more he was convinced that it wasn't just the images that were getting to him. It was the idea of you, his unusually reserved, star student, exploring her sexuality in a way he never could've predicted.

Dr. Jones had never felt such an intense attraction towards a student before. He felt a warmth spreading throughout his body, his blood pulsing, heart racing, thoughts consumed with the images before him. He felt guilty for looking, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

Your knock on his door breaks him from his condemnable indulgence with a start. He clumsily shuffles the photos quickly back together and shuts the slim black folder, clearing his throat before calling out.

"Yeah, come in."

Your heart rate and shame mirrored his when you entered his office, and only worsened at the sight of your portfolio in his large hands.

He saw the alternative folder in your hands, and his earlier conclusions were confirmed. A mistake, not even meant for his eyes. To think, what he would have missed, the sensuality you hid behind that sweet act. He wouldn't miss any more. This could be the last meeting between you. There wasn't a more perfect time.

His silence only stressed your anxiety, your throat dry as you went to speak.

"Have you... opened it?" You ask in a hushed tone. It sends shivers up Indiana's spine, but he hides them too well.

"I have." He says, coming off dismissively to you, and you feel your stomach drop with his words.

It occurrs to you that he probably assumed you did it on purpose- one of many students desperate for the attention of their stunning, charming professor, and somehow you were filled with even more dread.

You were no different than the others; although you wouldn't ever make a move, especially one as bold as this, no one could deny he was magnetically attractive.

And now he was likely to humiliate you. Or worse.

What a way to start the summer.

“Close the door." His voice was stern, pulling you out of your spiraling. You worried your knees may just give out below you with his tone.

Dr. Jones was never especially strict, but he certainly wasn’t forgiving. You could only hope that he would spare you some mercy, understanding, discretion, enough to let you seize your freedom.

You turned to shut the door, taking your time, working up the courage to face him again. When you did he was standing, gazing down at the portfolio he’d opened once again.

"Dr. Jones," you started, doing your best to keep your voice steady. "I really didn't mean for you to see... that portfolio. I was hoping you wouldn’t be here actually."

He glanced up at you only for a brief moment, eyes slowly and deliberately scanning your figure, before returning his eyes back to the photos.

"I see that.” He replied almost humorously, referring to your obvious fright and the identical folder in your hand. “Doesn't change that I have, though."

For a brief moment, you worried about your health more than anything. Your heart pounded with an alarming force, your breath was short and ragged. As proud as you were, it was never your intention for these images to grace the eyes of anyone other than your girlfriends, really. Especially your professor. Dr. Jones, of them all; that was the worst part.

With those dreamy eyes observing your portraits so closely, your embarrassment was accompanied by a creeping arousal, dull but developing. He was studying them, ingesting them, grading them. And Dr. Jones always gave you good marks. You found delight in your dread, being on display for his judgement, wondering what he might think, say, do. The fleeting thought that he may be enjoying them. But you were nearly hyperventilating, and his silence was too biting for you to keep your mouth shut.

"Really, I'm sorry, they're..." Private? Deviant? Pornographic? You couldn't even find the words to express your humiliation.

"They're remarkable."

Your stomach drops with his admission, heat blossoming in your cheeks.

"What?"

He laughs then, deep and slow, like he should’ve expected it all along, sliding his glasses off and setting them aside. He’s still looking at the portraits, and it’s killing you, even after his unforeseen compliment. You can’t believe your ears.

And then he’s coming around his desk and slowly striding toward you, and you can’t believe your eyes either. His beauty was distracting before, but now it was plain intimidating. You rarely considered the man that existed under his professional attire, he was flawless enough, but his bare face compelled you to let your mind run. Even just the tiny, non-obstructing layer being shed has you thirsting for more.

“You’re too humble, doll. Always have been.” His voice is softer now, the pet name makes your heart skip and your cunt flutter.

He closes the gap between you quickly in his small office, now closer to you than he ever had been. Your back meets the door as he towers over you, trapping you in his imposing frame. His cologne is woodsy & sweet, like cedar, strong with the paper-thin distance between you. You’re already beyond words, nearly convinced that you had passed out from the stress and were now stuck in a dream, but the reaction from your body feels too real.

“Everything you’ve ever brought across my desk has been impressive. So don’t tell me you’re sorry.” He speaks lowly and seductively, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek. “You didn’t look very sorry in those pictures.”

You can’t help the way your eyes flutter shut and your chest heaves as you try to ignore the electric shocks dancing through your body at the feel of his hand on you. Already you’re putty in his hands, melting further into the puddle steadily forming in your panties. He’s not even punishing you, much the opposite, but still he’s managed to disastrously humiliate you with how easily you’re crumbling for him.

Indiana almost didn’t expect you to reflect his attraction. You were smarter than the rest, smart enough not to chase after a man twice to your age. But he could practically smell your arousal, sweetening your already honeyed scent. Maybe he was a fool, but he could only believe your want for him was well-informed, reasoned, real. Your reaction satisfies some unknown, haunting yearning deep within him, emboldening him to go on further, finally admit the truth to each of you.

“I’m not sorry for lookin’ at ‘em.”

Your eyes fly back open and meet his mystical ones. He sees it then, before you even know it’s there, the filth you were nearly ready to unleash on him, the new, lustful look in your eye, making him twitch. But it’s nothing compared to your next words.

“You really liked my photos, Dr. Jones?”

Indiana huffs out a breath through his nose like the question is comical. What was a genuine inquiry for you was received by him as a coy act that he was growing tired of. He’d seen the girl in the photos, he knew how wanton you could be. He lifts your chin so he can speak against your ear.

“Don’t play innocent.” His free hand reaches for yours and brings it to the front of his slacks, and you gasp in surprise to find him nearly fully hard under your palm. He lets out a soft, groaning sigh at your feather-light touch, relishes in your broken “oh” as he presses himself harder against your hand.

For all his experience, you were innocent; a virgin relative to him. What he saw in you was the potential he could bring out of you. But you were ripe and primed to learn, especially from the beautiful, brawny professor pressing you into his office door.

“You knew exactly what you were doing.”

His hand leaves yours and pins your full hand to your hips, reaching to your side to lock the door.

#dr. jonesing #indiana jones x reader smut #indiana jones x reader

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todayontumblr · 10 months

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Friday, June 30.

Indiana Jones.

For Dr. Jones, every day is a good day for thumpin' Nazis. But some days it just hits particularly sweet. And would you look at that—it's only Friday, June 30, 2023, which can only mean one thing: it's the release of Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny! Yay!

*cracks knuckles, whip*

Well, it's not just thumping Nazis that's on the cards, but nostalgia. Coming 15 years after the, well, best-forgotten fourth installment, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, the latest film in the #indiana jones canon will in fact be the last. Or the curtain call for Harrison Ford as the iconic character, at very least. His daytime lecturer and night-time archaeologist Dr. Henry Walton "Indiana" Jones, Jr. is reluctantly thrust back into the action after seeking refuge in the quiet life of academia. After, *takes deep breath* Nazis and the Ark of the Covenant, The Thuggee Cult and the holy Sankara Stones, the Holy Grail and the Nazis (again), the Soviet Union and the Crystal Skull (*shudders*), Indiana is set to take up the fedora against the Nazis once more in search of the mysterious dial of destiny. This fifth film is in 1969 and finds an elderly Indy contending with the knowledge that the US space program has former Nazis in its ranks. Well, better get thumpin', friend!

That's it, folks. Happy weekend. Enjoy #indiana jones, the occasional thumpin', and enjoy the good things while they're there x

Ba-ba-ba-baaa, ba ba baaaaaa...

#today on tumblr #indiana jones #temple of doom #raiders of the lost ark #dial of destiny #harrison ford #george lucas #steven spielberg #dr jones

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elishevart · 9 months

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Indiana Pines! Hope you like!

Link to video here!

#gravity falls #stanley pines #fanart #gravity falls fanart #digital sketch #gf #Stan Pines #Indiana Jones #Dr Jones #Dr Pines #digital artist #digital art #au

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youronlydrpepper · 3 months

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More studies: Indiana Jones edition

I was gonna wait until I did another page of these to post but I love how these turned out. Apologies, hes fun to draw heheh

❤️✨

#my art #digital art #fan art #Indiana Jones #harrison ford #dr jones

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the-insidious-dr-grey-matter · 2 months

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I can’t begin to tell you how many times I had to reread that headline before I understood it.

#dr who #harrison ford #indiana jones #misread headline #plane crash #dr who fandom

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wandering-koyote · 1 month

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Pretty brown eyes—

#indiana jones #harrison ford #fan art #dr jones

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randomfoggytiger · 1 month

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Thanks for this creative tag, @amplifyme-- had a lot of fun. :DDD

show your 4 favorite ships and let your mutuals assume what your concept of romance is

Mulder and Scully, The X-Files

...I don't really ship characters or people like I used to (Mulder and Scully are an exception, of course-- aren't they always?); so, I'm digging deep to uncover these last three positions:

2. Robin and Marian, Robin Hood BBC

3. Han and Leia, Star Wars

4. Indiana and Marion, Indiana Jones and the Lost Ark

(Spoilers: Ironically, all these relationships have a "will-they-won't-they" element that I like to skip on rewatches.)

Tagging @baronessblixen, @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, @welsharcher, @agent-troi, @deathsbestgirl, @suitablyaggrieved, @cecilysass, @thescullyphile, @virtie333, @spidey-is-tired, @numinousmysteries, @stephy-gold, @living-in-unreality, @demon-fetal-harvest, @nachosncheeze, @nimlurks, and whoever else wants to join~!

#mine #tagged #interesting #this was fun!#thanks for the tag~#txf #MSR #Robin Hood BBC #I wanted to BE Marian #(though her plotline got old and she was very poorly written out of the show)#Indiana Jones #Star Wars #my childhood was filled with Disney movies and Harrison Ford Star Wars and Indiana Jones and LOTR and King Kong (2005?)#didn't watch BBC Robin Hood until we discovered the powers of Netflix #saw Dr. Who but never got into Supernatural #(and these were all gateway drugged to me because my older sibling was a BIG movie lover)

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deckardsdwelling · 6 months

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“Timeless Hereos: Indiana Jones & Harrison Ford”

“Timeless Heroes,” directed by acclaimed documentary filmmaker Laurent Bouzereau, explores Harrison Ford’s enduring appeal and his upbringing, including his foray into the entertainment business, his casting in the iconic “Indiana Jones” franchise, and the impact and inspiration generated by the films. It is an in-depth look at an incredible moment in film history when Steven Spielberg and George Lucas assembled an amazing creative team to collaborate on another cinematic benchmark and features never-before-seen footage and interviews with Ford, Spielberg, Lucas, Kathleen Kennedy, Frank Marshall, James Mangold, and many others as well. — trailer released 11/01/23 (Lucasfilm/Disney)

Premieres 12/01/23 only on Disney+ (Lucasfilm/Disney)

—WDD

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panicpixieplaygirl · 3 months

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PRIVATE PORTFOLIO II (indiana jones)

PT I

um……. hi guys!

word count: 851 warnings: smut, age gap, teacher-student

MINORS DNI! 18+

But you were ripe and primed to learn, especially from the beautiful, brawny professor pressing you into his office door.

"You knew exactly what you were doing."

His hand leaves yours and pins your full hand to your hips, reaching to your side to lock the door…

You can feel Dr. Jones’ breath on your ear, much more controlled than yours, mocking you with his collectedness, sending you reeling even further at the reality of the situation you found yourself in: sandwiched between this composed, experienced, aroused older man, and his heavy office door.

You hear him give a slight laugh, and you know you’re dangerously unprepared for what’s coming.

"I've seen how you look at me." A hand comes to rest on your neck, gentle, but pressured, trapping your ear against his lips and forcing you to endure his soft baritone torture. "Eyes wide and glazed."

"I thought it was my expedition stories exciting you." His unoccupied hand falls to the inside of your thigh and begins to slide under your skirt. "But it's all just for me, isn't it?"

You're virtually paralyzed under his attention, unable to move an inch, the restriction only highlighting the rhythmic pulsing from your heart and your cunt. The closer he gets, the more intensely it aches.

"What are you thinkin’ about when you look at me like that?"

His lips feathering across your collarbone, down your stomach, up your thighs. His tongue rolling against your swollen folds, his hand reaching to cover your mouth while you convulse. His large frame, slick with sweat, engulfing you, gliding against you. Moans and gasps and groans harmonizing. His hips rocking harshly into you. A deep, loud, guttural groan as he fills you.

Indiana can feel your body flush and flutter in his hands. Again he snickers.

“I’ll tell you what I’ve been thinking about since the moment I opened that folder.”

His lips press against your ear and kiss you, and you're dead weight, hands skittering for his biceps as he continues down your neck. Dr. Jones holds you steady, like he expected it, each word carefully calculated to have you submit to his will.

Bliss.

The heat in the room begins to shift as his fingertips near your panties- painful, palpable tension birthed from a forbidden lust transforming into a race for tangible, euphoric relief. There was a danger in opening that box, but you knew Dr. Jones was no stranger to it.

A moan rumbles from his throat as he grazes your clothed heat, his teeth gently scraping across your neck. He breathes deeply, grossly pressing himself against you, and bites down, sending your hips forward. You shudder against his ear, your yearning finally overpowers you.

“Dr. Jones,” Your hand falls to his and presses his fingers against you, hips rolling your cunt on his fingers, and you heave a sigh of relief. But it isn’t enough.

“Please-”

“Don’t you wanna know what I’ve been thinking about?”

God, it hurt. Several semesters worth of pent up tension, all this time and teasing and torture. How could he stand another second when it was right at his fingertips?

You shake your head violently and guide his hand into your panties, press one of his calloused fingers against your opening and let him feel how pathetically slick you are.

Another low laugh into your ear.

“You’re easy, dollface. I normally like to take my time...”

His finger presses deep inside you, lips immediately meeting yours to keep you quiet. His kiss was grounding; soft, slow, and careful. For a minute he just held himself inside of you, gently stroking every part of you with minimal movement. Every nerve in you, throughout your brain, down your spine and shoulders, lit on fire, sparking, sparkling, and sputtering, lingering in your fingertips, scorching in your cunt. You both heave as he pulls his lips from yours.

“Keep quiet.”

A second finger slips into you and then he’s plunging them deep and rhythmically, tearing a cry from your chest, earning a tight hand around your throat to quiet you.

“You really got a thing for getting caught, huh? Gonna have the whole hall knocking on my door if you can’t keep it down.” Dr. Jones grins down at you with an arrogance you didn’t know he was capable of. He’s remarkably different than the professional you’d come to know him as. He was devious, perverted, and he excelled at it. Your breathing is ragged and strained, your swollen mound leaks over his hand and twitches around his thick fingers as they disappear in and out of your sloppy, eager cunt. You couldn’t moan or move or breathe, forced just to endure it, pleasure building and building on itself with nowhere to go.

Indiana holds you still and silent against the door like a living doll, watching you closely. You’re clothed, but he can see your body clear as day beneath, your immodest images lingering in his mind.

“Mmm,” he groans as he feels you tremble around his fingers. “Gonna cum already, sweetheart?” His thumb reaches to your clit, his motions all slowing, stringing you steadily along.

“I’ve been waitin’ for this. Always so good for me, should’ve known you’d be a perfect whore. You like it, don’t you? I know you do. Swallowing my fingers right up, can’t even imagine how good you’d feel on my cock.”

#me when i realize i can end this shit whenever i want #writing orgasms is actually hard guys #don’t bother me about my absence i swear #enjoy #dr. jonesing #indiana jones x reader smut #indiana jones smut

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dragofelid · 10 months

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