#indiana jones imagines

[harrisonbrainrot]

Indiana Jones NSFW Alphabet

18+ MDI

Teehee, content for my POOKIE. God, I love him, I'm feral, a horny monster, I have thots.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Indy is alright at aftercare, but it really depends on the setting you've been in. A slow, romantic night home from a life threatening excursion for an ancient relic? He's taking care of you, treasuring you. He wants to make sure he takes his time with you, so you know how important you are to him. If it's a quickie in the heat of the moment because you might never get another chance to ever fuck again? Forget it, you're getting a soft kiss on the forehead, he's pulling your pants back up for you, and you're back to running for your life. Mess and all, you get enough attention to know he loves you but he's not stopping long enough to be all lovey dovey.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I genuinely think his favorite is his brain, he thinks he's so smart, and it makes him all smug and arrogant half the time. Which isn't untrue, he's very smart, but God does it make him insufferable sometimes.

That being said, he loves curves, feeling your waist tuck in and holding your hips, feeling your ass. It's hard to pick a singular feature, but he appreciates your figure.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to hit it from the back and cum all over your ass. He loves seeing it run down off your cheeks and down the back of your thighs. It makes him feral.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He told you the door to his classroom was locked, he really thought it was locked, and in the end it wasn't. It's a simple dirty secret, it added to the moment after. He had you bent over his desk, your backs to the door, and anyone could've walked in. He'd never tell you, he hates being wrong, but the thrill of being caught added to his experience.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Good lord, he's so sickeningly skilled, it's just unfair. He's so well versed, it's almost embarrassing because he's so much more experienced than you. He knows exactly what to do to leave you a crumbling, drooling mess and absolutely relishes in this fact.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, or missionary, but your legs are on his shoulders and he's folding you in half. He loves cowgirl when he's sore and battered from an adventure and he wants to be taken care of. He wants you to set the pace, he wants to hold your hips. He'll sit up and nuzzle your tits, sighing against them. His scruff drives you crazy and he loves how it combined with his warm breath makes you clench around him. If he's feeling himself and he's really wanting a good time, he's nearly pinning your thighs to your chest, just absolutely wrecking your pussy. The man bruises your cervix almost everytime in the most delicious, mind blowing way. You'll feel him for days after and it makes you just want it all over again.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be a total goober. If he's had a few drinks and you're home and he gets frisky, he's using bad lines to get you in bed and he's giggling and flushed. He's happy, he's safe, he's in love. So rarely does he feel this comfortable and content in his life, he can't help but feel giddy.

That being said, he's usually very down to business with sex. He wants to make love or fuck and he wants to do it right. Which requires his full attention if you both want to get off.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed enough to be polite. Sometimes a bit too hairy when he gets back from being gone, but will return to his grooming habits promptly if you prefer it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Wildly intimate. I'm talking eye contact, soft praises, slow and deep thrusts. He wants to feel and chart everything to memory. How tight you are, how you flutter around him when he places open mouth kisses just under your ear. He loves it all. He wants you to feel absolutely loved. He might be a smart ass but that doesn't mean he isn't one to slack in the romance department.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If he's desperate and you're not around, other than that he doesn't really ever jerk it. He's usually always with you and you two are always down to be horny monsters wherever you can be.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Call him sir or professor and see how fast he's making you moan in the nearest dark closet at the college.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In no particular order; outside in some jungle with you pressed against a tree, his office at the college with your legs spread on the desk, an old temple, palace, ancient ruins.. he's the first person there in hundreds, maybe thousands of years, and he's probably the first to cum there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Flirty banter, subtle touches, neck kisses. Bite his ear. He's a sensitive man, just breathe a certain way and he wants you mewling under him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not super into anything extremely taboo or rough, he likes rough sex but he's not into inflicting pain or anything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers to receive, loves to cum down your throat, holding your head steady and close while you gag around him. Is extremely skilled at giving though and will never, ever hesitate to go down on you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

The man is fast and rough and hard, he knocks the air out of you. But that's not to say it isn't sensual. He's very strong, very skilled, he's not clumsy. He's not sloppy, unless he's drunk and you're both in a fever trying to get each other naked. He'll bend you over the nearest surface, rutting into you until sweat drips down him. His grip on your hips is harsh, but his thumb traces soft circles against your skin. He's relentless but he leans over you, kissing your neck, whispering soft praises against your skin.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's a quickie master. Fucks in-between classes, lectures, and running for your lives. There's really never a time he'd say no to you. He'll pin your back against the wall, holding your thighs tight around his waist while he fucks you desperately. Your mouth silenced by his, as you moan into the kiss. "Sweetheart, your pretty little noises are gunna get us caught." He'd whisper into your skin, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, just to make you suffer and try to keep quiet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Let's be real, it's Indy. He's always taking risks. Quick fucks after surviving some traps in a tomb to celebratory sex, some idol found and he wants his other reward, you. And that's just on his adventures. He'd fuck you in cars, in his office, in his classroom, the library? Pinned up against the bookshelves, trying to be slow and gentle but it drives you both crazy, anything other than that and you'd get caught. Can't have that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Safely say two rounds, maybe three if you're lucky. But he lasts a while, almost too long, he's a master at edging, both himself and you. He won't come unless it's the perfect moment and he won't come first.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably not tbh.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's 100% the biggest tease on the face of the planet. Little touches he knows drive you crazy while you're in public. Fuck, he'll finger you while you're at the bar ordering drinks in some foreign country where no one knows you, and once you're completely hot and bothered and basically dripping wet for him, he'll ignore you until his drink is finished. Just soft glances out of the corner of his eye while you wiggle and squirm and beg for even a modicum of his attention.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, he's fucking PRIMAL. When he can be vocal, he's swearing, grunting through gritted teeth, making these whiny little moans when you're on top. A bit of a shout with his head thrown back as he cums when he's fucking you. He's a vocal man.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Kisses like a man starved. Open mouth kisses everywhere, his hands gripping you close. He kisses like every one is his last with you, because to be fair, it very well could be. His tongue against yours, against your throat, teeth against your soft skin. Forget it. He can ruin you with his kisses alone.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8", cut, girthy enough to make you stretch delightfully, thick vein on the top that you love to trace to tease him, which gets him all huffy and puffy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Stupid high. He wants to fuck to wake up and he wants to fuck to go to bed and maybe have a quickie for brunch.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depending on the setting and time, he could be chipper after. If it's a desperate "I almost lost you, this, us" type fuck, he's almost asleep before he pulls out. He's dozing while still inside of you, all snuggled into your neck, his arms wrapped around you. (He loves that the most, he won't say that but he doesn't have to, you know your Indy)

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[mr-inkslinger]

Indiana Jones.

Indiana "Always Right." Jones.

Indiana "Uh-huh, tell me all about it." (when you pound on his chest while he fucks you in the mattress) Jones.

Indiana "Comin' already, doll?" Jones.

Indiana "Give it to me baby, I'll take it if you don't." Jones.

DOCTOR HENRY WALTON "WATCH YOUR MOUTH." JONES JUNIOR !!!

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[professorcalculusstanaccount]

I can't lie, the thought of Tintin living long enough to experience the absolute insanity that was the 80's-90's (in regards to fashion and pop culture) absolutely tickles me. I can't decide if he'd love or hate Indiana Jones but I bet he would have THOUGHTS.

tintin has a bad habit of talking in the cinema

#asks #fanart #tintin #chang #adventures of tintin #indiana jones #comic #tinchang #tintin is a terrible reporter in the same way indiana jones is a terrible archaeologist #me and a friend rewatched last crusade having completely forgotten the plot and immediately clocked elsa as a secret nazi #i can imagine chang and tintin would be able to too lol

[ddejavvu]

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]

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]

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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[assiraphales]

let's pour one out for the college students who signed up for Professor Jones' class but then had a substitute for half the semester because he had to go discover the lost city of Atlantis or something

on a similar note let’s pour one out for all the archeology/history majors who had fight off dozens of boy crazy students w a big fat crush on the hottest professor on campus just to enroll in their required courses

#Indiana jones #lmaoooo #no fr tho #imagine having him as a teacher for two weeks then he dips

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[callie-the-creator]

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.

#indiana jones #henry jones jr #harrison ford #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones imagine #indiana jones smut #indiana jones x you #smut #indiana jones fic #indiana jones/reader #raiders of the lost ark #the temple of doom #the last crusade #the crystal skull #the dial of destiny #classic

[harrisonbrainrot]

An anon requested this, I accidentally deleted the ask. But! I did it.

Indy NSFW alphabet - Q, U, Z

18+ minors dni

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I like to think Indy is the master of quickies. Like, if there's one thing he's mastered with sex, it's fucking and fucking fast. He lives a busy life, he doesn't always have time for a nice, long dickdown. I imagine he'll be down to have a quick fuck between moments of peril when he knows you're as safe as you're gunna be for a while. Who knows if it's your last time together? Shit can go south quick in his line of work.

On the flip side; the second things go right, without a hitch (it happens sometimes, he's not always dodging Nazis), he'll fuck you, artifact in hand. Face pressed against the dirty, dusty temple wall. Each breath you take makes little puffs of dust, exposing more of the intricate carvings you're witnessing in a very intimate way. He'll knock your feet apart with his boot, hand on your hip as he fumbles the prize into his bag. Immediately he's pulling his cock out, he fucks you with exuberance, with this elation you only see when he has these breakthroughs. It strokes his ego, he knows he's the best in these moments. He wants you clawing that wall, keeping that mantra of "Indy, you- you're the best. No one does it like you, fuck, no one." He wants those temple walls to remember your names.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

C'mon. It's Indiana. He's a massive tease. He likes to take moments to whisper in your ear how ravishing you look, how delicious, how beautiful. He he can't wait to get you out of that outfit later. He'll give you little touches, lifting your chin with barely a finger, a gentle thumb on the apple of your cheek. Little things he knows you'll remember because they're ghosts of how he really, truly fucks you. He'll do it all night, anywhere. If he's got more of a private moment with you, it's light kisses on your neck, nibbles to your ear, his nose nuzzled behind your ear. He'll tease you until his dick is hard and he can't handle it anymore.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This man (unless it's a quickie) is out like a fucking light. He rolls over, chest sweaty and heaving. He'll trace the length of your spine like it's the most delicate parchment holding key secrets. His lips gracing your shoulder as his breathing settles. Then he's tugging you close, almost rough, keeping you wedged almost under him. His arm acting as a delightful pillow and his other hand over your hip, his hand splayed half on the small of your back and the top of your ass. Before you know it, he's snoring in your ear, curling into you, legs tangled, fingers buried in your hair. He's a sweet guy, mumbling incoherent things you can't make out. Sometimes it's a different language. Occasionally it's your name. He eventually rolls over, but takes your arm with him, keeping it draped over his waist. He likes being the little spoon sometimes, but he's not going to ever admit that, he's too fucking proud.

#indiana jones #indiana jones imagines #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones/reader #indiana jones imagine #indiana jones smut

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for being married to Indiana Jones...

Life is always an adventure with Indy.

He takes you on his adventures sometimes. Most of the time they're harmless... there was a couple of times though where you had been minding your business sunning yourself and almost got killed. If that ever happens though Indy keeps you safe and does anything to make sure you're okay.

Visiting him at the college during his lunch breaks to have lunch with him.

All his students know you (and they prefer you). They smile and greet you as they leave the class for lunch. Some ask if you can talk Indy into not giving him homework.

He's a big ol' softy when it comes to you. He's sweet and kind and not as grumpy.

He loves cuddling you. He likes spooning you, likes to feel your body pressed against him... He's also not opposed to being the little spoon sometimes, it's nice. He'll hold you tight and make you feel so safe.

He'll keep you in bed for a lot longer because he doesn't want to stop cuddling.

He smells like coffee, leather and musk... sometimes gun powder.

After a hard day's work, he'll run you a bath with candles and will make dinner for you both.

You're the only person he allows to call him Henry and he actually quite likes when you call him Henry though he'd never admit that to you.

Sex all the time. He walks around half naked all the time, what do you expect?

Shower sex. Rough sex when he's frustrated. Putting that whip to good use. He likes wearing his hat during sex and also likes when you wear it too. He likes being in control but loves when you dominate him every so often. Loud sex.

Lots of kisses. Deep, passionate kisses where you moan into his mouth and go weak at the knees.

He makes you laugh harder than anyone.

Forehead kisses and lots of them.

Probably lots of rants about all sort of historical artefacts and how they should be in a museum.

He's very good at gift giving. He'll gift you rare little trinkets, lovely jewellery which is handmade from many of the places he's visited, rare books first edition signed... He's a great gift giver. Very sentimental and sweet.

He's grumpy when he's not had coffee. You roll your eyes and laugh at him as he pouts on the couch.

You worry about him when he goes off on his adventures but he makes an effort to write and call whenever he can.

Fights which end in slamming doors and then hot angry sex.

Indy's a good guy and he makes life fun and exciting.

#headcanon #headcanon prompt #prompt #ij #indy #indiana jones imagine #indiana jones x reader #reader insert #indiana jones #ij imagine #imagine

[ave09]

Can you do an Indy x female! reader where Indy meets a single mother who has a 4 month old baby girl? When Indy meets her daughter, the baby instantly likes him, and he over time bonds with the baby, plays with her, rocks her back and forth, sings her lullabies and the reader is slowly falling for him! They even bond and fall for each other.

ofc! i kinda went overboard and off the plot line, but i hope you like it! if not, i will 100% rewrite it for you 🫶🏻

promise

indiana jones x reader

note: i know wizard of oz came out in 1939, but for the sake of a sweet moment, it came out in 1931, okayyy?? also i apologize for anyone named beth 😭

“please, honey, please just rest.” 

beth seemed to only wail louder. you were now receiving glares from those around you trying to study in peace. you were going to end up being kicked out of the library for sure.

“beth, sweetie, please.” you begged softly, trying to place the pacifier in her mouth, but she only spat it out, causing it to tumble across the floor, now completely useless. 

“goddammit.” you muttered softly, reaching for it, only to find someone was already reaching down and had their hands upon it. 

you glanced up at the figure, smiling softly, “thank you.” you recognized him

immediately to be doctor indiana jones. he seemed to recognize you too. you had studied in his archeology class for half of a semester before you had to drop out in order to raise beth. you never were crazy over the professor as most of the women in your class were, but looking at him now, he had to be one of the most handsomest men you’d seen, far more handsome then beth’s father. 

“your welcome,” he spoke, his voice low and smooth as he handed the pacifier to you. his hazel eyes flickered to the baby in your arms, whose gaze was locked on the man before you, her arms outstretched toward him.

the man smiled, “and who is this?”

“uh, this is my daughter, beth.” you were shocked to find that her wails had turned into whines as she continued to reach for the man before you. indiana glanced at you, “may i?” he seemed to be who beth wanted, therefore, you carefully passed the baby to him, she nuzzled into his chest immediately and began to suck her thumb.

your eyes widened, “are you some sort of baby whisperer or something?” you asked. indiana laughed heartily, “definitely not.” he glanced down at her, examining her, “she can’t be more then five months right?”

“four months.” you corrected. he nodded slowly, the cogs turning in his head, “i’m guessing she is the reason you dropped out?” 

you closed the book in front of you, “yeah. her dad dipped about two months into the pregnancy, i wasn’t working at the time, i needed to create a stable foundation.” you gestured at the books before you, “i’ve been trying to slow ease back into it, but it’s kinda difficult with a four month old.” 

“you don’t have any family? anyone who could help? 

you exhaled deeply, running a hand through your hair, “they still believe her father is around.” 

you had refused to tell them he’d left. beth’s father, william, was a cruel man. he was one who was in disguise of an angel only to reveal his true intentions.  but her family believed him to be a nice man. they’d find a way to bring him back to you, but you refused to have that man in your life. 

awkwardness fell upon the two of you, and you immediately regretted diving into your history. 

“well,” you rose from your rickety wooden seat, “i should go-get her home for dinner, y’know?” indiana nodded, trying to pass the baby to her, only to hear her burst into tears again. 

“beth, honey, shh.” you whispered, indiana glanced down at you, “someone seems attached.” he said with a soft laugh. 

“yeah, well, it’s gonna be difficult to get her home now.” 

the man remained silent for a moment, before clearing his throat, “i don’t wanna sound too forward here… but…” 

you collected your books, glancing up at him, “but?” 

“if you ever needed any help, with beth, or your studies or anything, i could be of some assistance.” it sounded exactly what you needed. assistance. 

“oh no, i-i couldn’t ask that of you, dr. jones.”

“well first off, you’re not asking, i’m offering. and please, i’m not your professor anymore,  call me indiana.” 

“well indiana, i appreciate the offer, but i don’t want to burden you with my issues.” 

he tilted his head slightly, adjusting the child in his arms, “burden me? is that what you think this is? i’m pitying you?” 

you suddenly realized how it sounded. “no-no. that’s not-that’s not what i meant.” 

“i know you’re an independent woman, but even the most independent people need a little help sometimes.” he was absolutely right. the life of a single mother was difficult, and you believe that you were doing the best you could, but you couldn’t deny how truly tired you were. 

you sighed softly, “what can i do in return?” 

“oh no, please-“

“i’m offering indiana.” you said, using his words from earlier. the man thought for a moment, “i’d say, dinner.” 

you furrowed your brows, “dinner?” 

he nodded, “mhmm, i haven’t had a good home cooked meal in a while. i could help you get beth home, and after dinner, i could help with your studies.” 

you smiled softly, a feeling of warmth washing over you, “that sounds perfect.” 

that one dinner turned into weekly dinners, and soon you found that indiana jones was constantly frequenting your home. 

and it was wonderful.

after work, indiana would stop by the house, and beth would be overjoyed. her relationship with indiana was nothing less then paternal. he was the father figure she was missing, and beth was most definitely a daddy’s girl. 

not only was beth’s relationship growing with indiana, but so was yours. the two of you had spend late nights together, studying at first, but would slowly turn into talks of his adventures. you wanted to hear all about them, indiana lived such an interesting life, and sometimes you’d wished you could adventure like him, but then you saw your daughter’s face light up, and everything became worth it.

you remembered coming home from the store one day to find indiana seated on the floor criss-cross, playing with the young girl. they were building a tower out of blocks, well, mainly indiana was building the tower, beth was trying to eat the blocks. 

“oh no, honey, take that out of your mouth, those blocks don’t taste good.” he said, reaching for the block, only to have beth move her hand away. “ah, you’re quick kid, but i’m faster.” he then took her pacifier off of the coffee table, carefully taking the wooden block and switching it with the pacifier. your daughter didn’t seem phased. 

and something clicked that day. you and indiana’s relationship has purely been platonic, but now, oh lord, you were in trouble. 

it had been two months since indiana began helping you out when everything changed. it was a later night, you and indiana planned to study after putting beth to bed, but the girl would not sleep. you’d fed her, changed her diaper, nothing.

“geez baby, what’s going on?” you whispered, brushing some of her hair away from her face. there was a soft knock against the door, and you glanced up to see indiana in the doorway, “how’s it going up here?” he asked. 

“she keeps fighting me. if i don’t get her to sleep now, she’ll be up all night.” you muttered, stifling a yawn. she’d been struggling with sleeping for the past couple

of days, causing you to lose sleep too. silently, he approached you, gently taking beth off of your hands. 

“go get some rest, sweetheart, we can study tomorrow.” you were too tired to object. you stood on your tiptoes, placing a kiss to his cheek, “thank you, indy.” and you then slipped out of the room, closing the door slightly. 

but as you began to walk to your bedroom, you heard indiana’s hushed voice. “goodness beth, you’re givin’ your mama a hard time, huh? well can i tell you something? she’s working really hard to take care of you, honey. i don’t think i’ve met such a woman like her, and she loves you very much. so, if you could sleep now, that would be very nice of you.” 

the baby cooed in response. indiana remained silent for a moment, before sighing, “you’re really gonna make me do this? okay beth, you asked for it.” 

and then, you heard the most angelic thing: indiana jones was singing. 

“somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. there’s a land that i’ve heard of once in a lullaby.” 

this was a song that you’d sang to beth countless times. it was your absolute favorite, and hearing indiana sing it caused butterflies, fireworks, a whole plethora of metaphors could be used in order to convey how you were feeling.

you were most definitely falling for him. 

“someday i’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me… where trouble melts like lemon drops high above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me..”

suddenly, a loud knock pulled you away from the beautiful singing. it was late, who could be here?

you moved past the door, heading toward the stairs. another knock, it sounded urgent.

what the hell?

you descended the staircase before rushing toward the front door. you unlocked it cautiously, before pulling it open. 

your heart dropped. 

“william?”

“hi babe.” no, this could not be happening. not now. 

“um, what are you doing here?” you questioned, immediately feeling uncomfortable. what was he doing here? 

“i want to see her.” 

you crossed your arms over your chest, “no.” 

“no?” 

“you can’t see her, william. she’s sleeping.” suddenly, he pushed past you, barging into your home. “goddamnit william.” he glanced around, nodding, “nice place you have here, personally i’m not the biggest fan of pastels-“

“why should your opinion matter? it’s not your house.” you snapped, your anger building. the man let out a sigh, approaching you, “listen babe, i want you back. i want to be part of becky’s life.” 

you took a step back, taking a shakey breath, “beth. her-her name is beth.” you said. “right, beth.” he corrected, brushing it off as though it was nothing. william then caught sight of a picture on the hallway table, shoving past you, taking it in hand. 

“who is this?” 

it was a picture of beth and indiana. you remembered that day. it was when he returned home from south america, and beth was so excited to see him again. you had immediately taken a photo to commemorate this moment. 

“william, i think you should leave.” 

“you replaced me? does she called her daddy? does she think he’s her dad?” 

you scoffed, absolutely appalled by his behavior, “replaced?? you left! you fucking left me william! i was pregnant with your child and you left! i don’t need you, i never needed you.”

“but you need him, huh? does he help you with every need? every desire?” 

“william, i swear, if you don’t-“

“is everything okay down here?” there he was, your knight in shining armor. indiana was descending the stairs, his gaze switching from you to william. 

“oh he’s in your house now?” 

“william-“

“this is william?” you’d told indiana all about him. it was safe to say that he hated the man with a fiery passion. you didn’t even try to stop him as he rushed down the stairs, standing in front of you. 

“i think it’s time for you to leave, william.” indiana stated. your ex scoffed, glancing at you, “really? this is the best you can do? he ain’t gonna stop me from seeing my daughter.” 

“wanna bet?” 

you let out a gasp as indiana socked william

in the jaw, causing the man to tumble to the ground. 

“indy-“

“what the hell dude!” 

“you listen to me, william, you are going to leave right now, and if you ever come back, i swear to God, you’re gonna regret it.” you’d never seen indiana so upset. 

“and let me tell you something, william, you ready? you’re a fucking idiot, leaving an amazing woman like this. i’ve known her for three months and dammit i love her and beth more then anything in this world-“

he loved you? 

“and i would’ve never in a million years left such a woman and my child like that. but she doesn’t need you anymore. so, get. lost.” 

he didn’t need to be told twice. william scrambled to his feet before rushing out the door. indiana sighed deeply, closing the door behind him, “son of a bitch..” he mumbled before glancing up at you. 

“are you okay?” 

“you love me?” 

he was silent, holding your gaze. 

you asked again.

“you love me?” 

this time he nodded, “yeah. yeah.. i think i do.” he said softly. you smiled, moving towards him, “funny. because i think i’m falling in love with you.” 

indiana’s large hands cupped your face as he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. it lasted a moment, before you pulled away, “wait-wait-“

“i’m sorry, was that-“

“promise me something?” your voice a hushed whisper.

“anything.”

“don’t leave me. don’t leave beth. go on your adventures, find your artifacts… but just don’t leave.” 

indiana brushed a stray hair away from your eyes, his thumb caressing your cheek as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart, i promise.” 

#indiana jones x reader #indiana jones #indy x reader #indy #harrison ford #harrison ford x reader #harrison ford movies #young harrison ford #indiana jones and the last crusade #indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark #indiana jones and the temple of doom #indiana jones imagine

[the-swift-tricker]

thinking about how steven spielberg wanted the gestapo agent in the first indiana jones movie to be a cyborg with a mechanical arm that could switch back and forth between a machine gun and a flamethrower and how george lucas of all people had to be the one to tell him that it was too over the top

#trying to imagine the brainstorm sessions with those two #indiana jones #steven spielberg #george lucas #swift-tricker's posts

[ddejavvu]

f = favorite position for anakin skywalker, or indiana jones, or han solo. whichever one you’re feeling

request a letter of the alphabet for your favorite character!

for you, indy, all of them

this post is 18+, minors dni.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anakin skywalker:

i've said it before and i'll say it again: anakin loves a piledriver !! it's the way that he gets to grip your hips and forcibly bend them upwards to take his cock that gets him. it gives him full control, it requires him to use some strength, and it's not an easy position to maintain. the harder he works the better the reward. he really feels like he's manhandling you, especially when your neck is all bent and aching and sore the next morning. i really think that he might not enjoy less strenuous positions as much, i think he'd prefer to be wrestling you into position rather than having you just lay down on a bed

indiana jones:

he likes it when you sit on his lap. now whether you're riding him or he's moving your hips for you is a different story, what matters is that he's sitting comfortably with his legs all spread. it's a position that gives him confidence, he likes feeling like he's in charge while you're crawling all over him. like i mentioned before he likes it when you ride him, because he's haughty that you can't pleasure yourself as good on his cock as he can. he'll let you tire yourself out, leaning back against wherever he's sitting and making comments about your form. like an asshole. 'not gonna get what you want that way, sweetheart.' 'christ, are you trying to break your neck?' when he helps you though, he's rough. he'll take your hips into his hands and squeeze them, probably leave handprint bruises for you to find the next morning. he'll use those big strong muscles of his to help you grind yourself over his cock, and he talks shit in your ear about how no one does it like him. even when you're on top he's in charge, that's just how much you need him.

han solo

doggy. next question. no really, though, han's such an ass dude <3 he likes the physical aspects of it not only because he can straighten up and smack your ass and watch his cock get sucked up but also because he can lean forwards and put all of his weight on you and crush you. no he doesn't want to really smother you but how fucking sexy is it that he's stronger than you like that? han loves pinning you places, against the wall, over a counter, and doggy is no exception, he wants to pin you to the fucking ground. he might even dirty talk you about it. grunting shit in your ear like 'what're you goin' all limp for, sweetheart? you can't even hold yourself up? come on, use those muscles, you're just gonna let me pin you down?'

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones smut #han solo x reader #han solo smut #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker imagine #indiana jones fanfiction #indiana jones imagine #han solo fanfiction #han solo imagine #indy <33

[hanasnx]

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

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

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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