#indiana jones (indy)

[guillotineman]

[easycompanys]

KAREN ALLEN as MARION RAVENWOOD RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK (1981)

[putting-kinger-in-places]

The Indiana jones pedestal where the golden idol usually is

The Temple, Indiana Jones

[assiraphales]

Movie about the one phD student Indiana Jones has trying to track him down just to get him to sign off on their paper so they can finally be finished with their degree

the only cameo we of indiana himself in the middle of a massive brawl where he spots the student from across the room and yells “aren’t you supposed to be in class?” and disappears back into the thrall

[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?'

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

INDIANA JONES is effortlessly paternal. It’s most apparent when you’re at your worst. Fussy about being hungry means you give him a lot of attitude, but he knows how to get past it almost like he studied your mood swings in school.

“There’s nothing you have that I could possibly want.” you tell him, and he answers your sharp quip with an unconvinced, “Right.” Stepping away to flip a satin cover off a tray. His large hand dwarfs a green apple, taking one simple bite while you hound after him. He eyes you as you wrap your hands around his, guiding the fruit to your mouth as you stand on the tips of your toes to reach. Pliantly, he feeds it to you, watching you mouth on its flesh with pleasured moans of hunger satiated.

Juice drips down your chin as the crisp apple is audibly chewed, and he raises the tray into your view, revealing ripe grapes and a mango. Your eyes sparkle with gratitude, plucking the platter from his grasp and rounding him to retreat to your room. Now that you’re primed, he leisurely follows after you. You’ve got a harsh tongue when you haven’t eaten, so now that that’s quelled, he’s got an ulterior motive to execute.

A thick finger reaches to tap the generous and dazzling chain link of gems around your neck, “Always wear your jewels to bed, princess?” When he’d complimented your outfit earlier, he’d attributed you to royalty, and now he was calling on it again. It makes you smile, laying the tray onto your silk bed. You whirl around, feeling especially coy even though you haven’t caught on to how skillfully he manipulates you.

“Yeah,” You nod. “and nothing else.”

It doesn’t take any clearer an invitation, and Indiana invites himself into your bed. Ankles have a home on his broad shoulders, using those rough hands to pick your hips up, raising them into his bucks. The man’s colossal, slamming into you at reckless pace that you would’ve scolded him for if he were anyone else. You’ve always been treated delicately because you’ll bite the head off of anyone who can’t nurture you the way you insist on, but ol’ Indy’s found a way around it. Or more accurately, his way that plows right through it.

“Where’s the fire now, huh, princess? Miss it when you were feisty.” Smug and husky from effort, that cruel statement shoots lightning up your spine, arching your back off the mattress as you clutch onto the sheets.

“Oh, Indy.” you sigh, sloppy wet sounds filling the room as the biggest cock you’ve ever taken bullies your insides. “Didn’t mean to,” you plead, “I know I can be a lot to… ah! Handle.”

“I’ll say. All that pretty head is concerned with is herself, ain’t that right, honey?”

The twist in your face deepens as he straightens on his knees, taking you with him and his tip hits a new angle. Your legs stick straight up, an arm securing you around the thighs as he fucks your elevated hole. Squeals of pleasure rip from your throat.

“Never met a girl so self-centered. Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re in good hands. Gonna screw that right outta you.”

[deckardsdwelling]

“Harrison Ford has a new Peruvian snake species named after him”

"These scientists keep naming critters after me, but it's always the ones that terrify children," Ford told Conservation International. "I don't understand. I spend my free time cross-stitching. I sing lullabies to my basil plants, so they won't fear the night."

"The snake's got eyes you can drown in, and he spends most of the day sunning himself by a pool of dirty water — we probably would've been friends in the early '60s," he said. "It's a reminder that there's still so much to learn about our wild world - and that humans are one small part of an impossibly vast biosphere,"

(Link to full article below)

(Harrison Ford responds to snake species being named after him - BBC - 08/16/23)

— WDD

[pedroam-bang]

Raiders Of The Lost Ark (1981)

[ave09]

marriage

indiana jones x reader

“indy?”

“doll?”

“where do you draw the line when it comes to grading?” the man glanced up at you, pushing his round spectacles up the bridge of his nose, “what do you mean?” 

you slid the test you were grading across the table, “her answer is correct technically speaking, but he added a lot of unnecessary information that i had to pick the paragraph apart to find the right answer.” 

his hazel eyes skimmed the overly large paragraph, chuckling, “mark it as wrong.” you arched your brows in surprise, “really?” indiana nodded, “she’s adding in the extra information in order to try and score points with me, i’ve seen it too many times before.” 

“but won’t marking it wrong benefit her? this is worth ten points, marking this wrong will bring her to an F. therefore, you will have you will have to meet with her after class, giving her exactly what she wants, which is alone time with her attractive professor.” 

indiana stared blankly for a moment. he knew you were right. and yet, his answer remained the same, “mark it wrong.” 

you complied, using a red pen to mark an ‘x’ over the question. “well, don’t complain to me when she starts writing ‘love you’ across her eyelids.” 

suddenly, indiana rose from his seat abruptly, “maybe it’s time to show them that i already have a lovely lady.” 

“they know, i’ve been to your class before, indiana.” 

“no no, i mean like officially. show ‘em that i’m off the market completely.” you furrowed your brows, “indy, i’m not following.” the man rushed out of the room, toward the kitchen. you rose to follow him, only to hear, “don’t move!” 

so you remained seated. you heard a rummaging sound, then a clang. your gut told you to go see what was going on, but you remained compliant to indiana’s orders. 

he reentered the room, “okay,” he exhaled deeply, “i was gonna plan this out, make it nice and all, but i am known to be spontaneous..” 

then he dropped to one knee. your eyes widened as he revealed a small velvet box. you couldn’t believe it. 

“beautiful, we’ve been through a whole hell of a lot. from wild adventures, to almost dying, you’ve stuck with me through it all. and i’ll be honest, i never saw myself as the type of guy to settle down, but, then i met you.”

tears stung your eyes.

“you make me better, you make my life better. you’re the light in the darkness and i love you so much.”

he opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. 

“will you do me and the honor, and become mrs. jones.” 

you smiled tearfully, nodding rapidly, “of course i will, indy.” he grinned widely, “i had a feeling you’d say yes.” indiana then rose to his full height, you stood as well, approaching him. the man gently reached for your left hand, sliding the band onto your ring finger.

you couldn’t believe it! you were getting married!

“y’know, i think this calls for a celebration.” 

“celebration?” you were thinking he met breaking out the wine, or even heading to the bedroom. but instead, indiana moseyed toward the stereo, clicking it on.

 ‘cheek to cheek’ by fred astaire began playing. 

indiana turned around, extending a hand toward you, “dance with me?” 

“of course.” you replied, taking his hand. you two danced around your dining room, completely forgetting about the pile of papers that needed to be graded.

indiana began singing along in a low voice, “when we’re off together dancing cheek to cheek.” it was always a surprise to hear him

sing. it was one of the man’s many hidden talents, and you were the only one he’d ever sing for. 

he then spun you around, before pulling you close to him. 

“i love you.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you. 

“i know.” you replied, only to have him

jerk back, “ i know? that’s all i get? i know?” you let out a loud laugh, “i love you too, indy. more than anything.” you then pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

— — —

the next morning, indiana jones walked to his classroom with an unexplained pep in his step.  the students exchanged confused looks, the professors were curious.

the man stepped into his classroom, clapping his hands as he grinned at the students, “good morning class!”

“good morning, doctor jones.” they replied. one of the girls, the very one who had added all the entire information onto her test, raised her hand. 

“yes, miss fisher?”

“you seem very happy this morning, doctor jones, has something happened?” the man’s smile somehow grew bigger as he thought back to the events of the night before.

“something has happened, miss fisher, and i’ve been waiting all morning to tell you-i’m getting married.” 

[acecroft]

Scott Bakula as Dr. Sam Beckett in Quantum Leap 5.10

[moodboard-d]

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Indiana Jones: Making the Trilogy - art by Drew Struzan (2003)

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

*I'm going to look like an idiot if it's not about time travel

[olivrsm]

[ddejavvu]

INDIANA JONES isn’t too comfortable being outwardly emotional. Even during sex he can be a little distant. Sure, he’ll get you off, do everything right, give you your prep, give you his cock, but it’ll all be very clinical. Cut and dry. Standard procedure. He doesn’t mean to do it; it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy sex with you, it’s not that he’s not passionate. He’s just guarded. It takes a while to come out of his shell, you have to coax it out of him. Spontaneity does wonders for unlocking his more fun-loving side during sex, and it just so happens that you’d accessed that while inside his classroom to drop off his lunch. It’s not like you planned to wear his favorite dress, his favorite perfume, or your good pair of showy heels. Nor that you insisted on sitting on his lap when he was taking a look at some papers at his desk.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

oh indy this was so so sexy... there's not a huge emotional component you're right, it's more about lust and sex because he's not used to his heart being involved. sex is so mechanical for him, and it doesn't mean that it isn't genuine, but it's what he's used to and it's hard for him to branch out. he doesn't look you in the eye all that often, he prefers to bury his face in your neck to lick and suck and leave marks there, or latch onto one of your tits to bite your nipples all puffy and swollen and sore. but when you're not in a bedroom, when you're bent right over the top of his desk he's talking more, calling you perfect and desperate and eager and you are so so surprised because he is talking up a storm!! it starts flowing naturally for him, and when he flips you over to lay your back on his desk instead of your stomach, he leans right in to kiss you like he's trying to devour you. it's not just messy tongue and teeth, it's something far more intimate and emotional. it's so not what you're used to with him but it does the job so well. he does have to get back to work though :( you're not expecting him to offer at all, but you're more than happy to sit in his lap with his fat cock nestled deep inside of you while he finishes grading the exams he was trying to get through before you distracted him <33

[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.