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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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an-au-blog · 4 months
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Indiana Jones au, where Nico Robin is an archeologist that goes on crazy adventures and Franky is her sexy eye-candy girlfriend that turns out to have a stereotypically manly hobby (like mechanic engendering and ship building).
They go on daring adventures and meet wild people who can eat like a beast, ones who can navigate through the most confusing terrain and a couple of bickering fighters. They travel through the desert and have a neat little adventure that may or may not have put them in a couple of life or death situations...
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zestupidart · 12 days
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thelegitcasper · 9 months
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hear me out: remus lupin as Indiana Jones.
he's a professor and famous archaeologist.
the aesthetic matches up.
the damsel in distress? sirius black, of course.
YO SHOULD I WRITE THIS AS A FIC?
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babbushka · 10 months
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Do you have any headcanons for the new au?? SO EXCITED and welcome back!!!
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Dr. Jones is many things, but as you have learned over the course of four years working with him, he is not a particularly good professor.
For starters, he's only there about half the semester, always called away on some great adventure or another. And when he is at the university, he is so distracted by his own love of archeology that he is almost never on track with the curriculum -- always veering off into some tangent or another.
As his teacher's aid, it is extremely exhausting. When you took the position as a freshman in university, you didn't think it would be so difficult. Hell, it feels like half your job these days is beating girls away with a stick so that you can actually make it inside the classroom.
Of course that isn't to say you hate the job, far from it. It's something of a dream come true really, getting unlimited access to the special collections in the library, getting to see and touch and feel the artifacts that litter Dr. Jones' office.
In truth, it was becoming more and more your office these days, with the way he's never around. Last you heard he was in Spain, and so you get to cross your ankles on his desk four days a week.
Does it bother you that you're stuck grading his student's papers more often than not? Maybe. But...and you'll never say this, but it's worth it for the way he comes back from those adventures of his.
It's worth it for the way he is so excited to see you, to show you whatever it is that he's found before he hands it over to the museum.
It's worth it for the way he brings you back a souvenir always, watches as you open it, wanting to make sure he did a good job.
When he falls asleep at that same desk late at night after reviewing the tests he wasn't even there to administer, when you go to collect him and drive him back to his house, when he refuses to let you drive home alone and makes you take the bed and sleeps on the couch even though it's a king and there's plenty of room for the both of you...
You'll never admit it out loud, but just getting to be close to him, in all it's annoyances, makes the job worth it.
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sailor-aviator · 2 months
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Masterlist found here. The second option is much how I’m doing Stranger Like Me
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬
↳ summary: headcanons on this indiana jones!ghoul boys au. simply some world building for the process of a bigger work in progress
↳ tagging: @trashworldblog (message me to be added to the tag list for these kind of updates on the au)
↳ links: au masterlist, main masterlist, au playlist
𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 ☆
• He's a cocky little shit
• Good hearted in nature, but it doesn't help that fucking with Ryan is one of his favorite past times
• Shane is a bit wild and carefree, displayed by his constantly messy hair
• Doesn't belive in any of Ryan's theories—aliens, ghosts, demons—but finds them entertaining. Which naturally drives the other man crazy with frustration
• He has a small stubble that never seems to go away no matter what
• Needs reading glasses to help him see small print, like on maps and such, but finds the damn things troublesome
• Taller, so he has the upper hand on Ryan durring one of their quote unquote friendly chases on foot
• Pretty friendly with the reader, if not constantly bantering with them
• Calls Ryan things like short stack, beef boy—don't ask about the beef incident of '17—and of course, Bergara
• Has a duffle bag with him all the time to carry his stuff! Like a small collapsible tent and miniature pots and pans for camping out on long expeditions. The pack holds some other odd items in it however, ranging from a bag of jellybeans to hotdogs
𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 ☆
• A passionate nerd
• Very hardworking, just like Shane, in his line of work. It can prove to be his downfall however
• Gets frazzled and or flustered easily. More often than not has to be calmed down by the reader so he can get his head back on straight
• Well renowned archeologist in his field! Unlike Shane, who's known as sort of the jack of all trades that will get your job done in an unorthodox manor
• Absolutely calls Shane things like long legs. Or just uses his last name if he's irritated. They're both funny like that
• Ryan goes on various journeys and quests that the museum he works for asks him to—but he only goes if he can bring the reader with him. Otherwise it's a no go
• Wears an Indiana Jones type hat to keep his curly hair under control, but at this point it's just sort of become a permanent addition to his outfit
• Carries a reinforced messenger bag to hold maps, information, and emergency supplies on trips
• Banking off the Indiana Jones movies, he's deathly afraid of bears. Just like how Indiana was of snakes in the movies. And once Shane accidently finds out via reader, he never let's him live that down
• Scars line his jaw and upper arms from the many risky escapades he's been on while collecting artifacts over the years. Each one is relatively small but they tell a story
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ☆
• They're technically Ryan's long time assistsnt in the feild. They got their footing in the archeology buisness through him. But if you asked the either of the diggers, both would attest that they're equals
• Carries around a supply backpack with plenty of materials when they and Ryan go on assignments together. It's a lot like his messenger bag, just with more space and waterproof tendencies
• Wears one of those masks that hang around their neck all the time. Like the cowboys in old westerns! Secretly finds it cool and hopes other do as well
• The reader is more ten times more practical than Shane or Ryan. Will look for a set of stars to climb or a bridge instead of taking a rope and swinging across a chasm. Presents for some very funny situations
• They're scatter brained. Talks a lot and accidently let's things slip, like Ryan's fear of bears to Shane, as well as misplaces things, etc etc
• Sort of the bridge between Shane and Ryan's weird frenemy relationship. Keeps them both under control. Both Shane's sparky attitude, and Ryan's own his sarcastic one
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beaxtrice · 2 years
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Indiana Jones AU (moodboard)
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ghostmistdraws · 1 year
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"These etchings are easily a thousand years old."
archaeologist/tomb raider AU for Tech Week 2023!
Echo and Tech are exploring old ruins when they come across some mysterious etched writings.
if you can read them I applaud you
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afrenchwriter · 27 days
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hehehe the Indiana Jones AU is going to be amazing! And I do hope you have so much fun with it! But no whip?🤭
Eheh, thank you, I'm certainly having fun playing with the tropes of those movies, and I hope it will live up to expectations! (cf. this post)
Of course you spotted my silly tag about the whip 😇 I know it sounds disappointing for an Indiana Jones AU... but it's still a WIP and things can change, so who knows? 🤠
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indy seresin and the avalon prophecy - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Indiana Jones AU)
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moodboard by @newlibrary
PROFESSOR BRADLEY BRADSHAW is missing. He was last seen in England, sailing for the island of Glastonbury the following morning, when he disappeared. A known Arthurian scholar, it was said he was looking for any clues that would lead him to the location of Excalibur, the lost sword of King Arthur. Legends about the sword claimed whoever found it would be bestowed with magical powers - alongside being the rightful ruler of Britain.
But now word has come to his sister, DR. VERONICA BRADSHAW, that he is missing. According to the last letter he sent her, he feared that the Nazi Regime was also looking for Excalibur in hopes of using its power to help aid them in the ongoing war - and he planned to get to the sword first. She fears that her brother may not have been successful. However, no stranger to a bit of danger, she gathers her brother's notes and sets out to find him herself. Her first step: Marshall College. Where famous archeologist and adventurer PROFESSOR JAKE SERESIN teaches. With him by her side, surely they will be able to find the sword and her brother.
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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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shigerussato · 2 years
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they’re so cute <3
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babbushka · 10 months
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Indy AU Headcanons
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The first time Dr. Jones meets his son, it’s summer of 1943 and he’s hanging upside down in a cave in Egypt, having sprung a trap meant for far stupider men. 
To say that it’s a shock to see him, this man, claiming to be his son, is an understatement. But then again, Indiana had had his fair share of dalliances with women over the years. 
It was odd to see Ben, it was odd his name was Ben. It was odd there were so many things about him that he had no clue about. He wonders if Ben would ever share them, or if the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, would always remain. 
You weren’t helping the cause, and you knew it. Dr. Jones had been your mentor for four years now, but you’d known him for years prior to that. He was your professor and your boss, but he was also a friend -- or rather, a friend of your parents. 
Once upon a time, Indiana used to come around for family dinners. Now, you’re lucky if you can get him to scarf down a proper meal in between the way he pours himself into his books. “70% of Archaeology is done in the museum,” as he would always say. 
Ben takes after his father in one regard -- stubbornness. From the moment he joins your team, rather unwillingly, he is argumentative, antagonistic, and a downright pain. He’s too used to being alone, doing things his way, that much you can gather from the first 12 hours with him. 
But...after the first 12 hours, and then 24, and then 48, and somewhere along the way, you find that you really enjoy his company. He’s a pain in your ass, yes, but he’s smart and funny and intense. He’s chivalrous and kind in his own way, even if he never smiles. At least Dr. Jones smiles. 
By the time you’re stateside, resuming your post at Marshall College with the two of them -- because of course Ben tags along -- you find yourself in a tricky situation: you’ve grown feelings for them both. 
And so begins one of the more difficult decisions the three of you have to make...deciding how this particular  adventure ends. 
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kakashi has a lasso instead of whip, going around and stealing artifacts back from people who originally stole it and giving it back to the right communities
Yes.
He prefers the approach of ‘does this belong here? No? Sweet’ *steals it back and runs away*
Iruka is the poor suck who gets dragged into covering for him when he runs off from teaching, and he’s so so so tired
Yamato is the guy who’s usually working with kakashi. With a wealth of knowledge of plants and area’s they’re going to so they don’t get lost or wind up in trouble (they do anyways and kakashi’s always blaming yamato even though it is NEVER his fault)
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