#indiana jones fanfic

[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.”

[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."

[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.

[cinderellayourlocalmaid]

Just posted the first chapter of my Indiana Jones fanfic!

Title- Sterling and Leather

Paring- Indiana Jones/Fem! OC

Genre- Romance, Action/Adventure

Rating- Teen and Up

Summary-

Henry “Indiana” Jones, a famous archaeologist, is sent to keep the Ark of the Covenant out of Nazi hands.

Charlotte “Sterling” Anders, an FBI agent, is sent to protect Indiana Jones.

Set during the Raiders of the Lost Ark Film.

[justjams2003]

Indiana Jones Blurb

Okay so this is just s quick little blurb bc I've recently become obsessed with him. Not spell checked or anything. Tell me if y'all would read more Indiana Jones 😜

Time travel! He's the first person to have recorded time travel! And just look! Ancient hundred year old war machines, tactics, languages, things he'd been studying his whole life! Things that he'd spend his much younger days searching for in dusty dry lands, in dark caves or even wet rat filled locations. But now, here it all is, in it's prime out in the open on green grass under blue skies. And the cherry on top, he reached Nasser before those damn Nazi's could.

"Kind Sir, you have saved my people and brought knowledge with that has sped up my research for years. How can I repay you?" Nasser confronts Indiana in his ancient and he answers without a single thought. "Can you give me one more visit through time before I go back?" His old hands shake as he begs. The mathematician examines the clock in his hands. And then nods. "I repay the man who has given me more time, with time. Where to?"

It's a swift, smooth blur, much different than the incredibly bumpy plane ride the first time. And much, much more quiet. The first thing he hears is your voice, begging his own father to stay awake. He remembers this like it was yesterday. He'd just confessed his love to you the first time, believing he would die in the three quests to the holy grail. But as selfish as he was back then, he didn't wait for a reply.

Then, he sees you hunched over his dying father. Covered in dust and your skin the same golden colour he used to be. Now in his old age one of his many regrets was not having you both wear more sunscreen. "Psst! Doll face!" He whispers his nickname for you, and by some force of the universe, you're the only one who raises their head. "I need some fresh air..." You mumble and once again the damn Nazi's let you, knowing you wouldn't run off.

He's hiding by some rocks, but your souls are attracted to the other and you find him almost instantly. You're just like he remembers you. How he wished he spent more time focused on you instead of old gold and pottery. Because that there is always more of, but of you there never will be. "Indy?" Your voice is like sweet melodies to his ears. His past and present collides in one cruel bang as he pulls you as close as he can.

He holds you tight as he can, you're utterly confused. Not only by his presence but also by the sheer force he holds you. As if he's lost you a million times over. "Indy? No...not my Indiana." He laughs at your confusion, trying to drink up every single bit of you. Your smell, your voice, the crinkle between your brows and your warm smile. "Always so clever, doll face." Your nose scrunches up and the crinkle between your brows grows, but before you can say anymore, he interrupts you.

"I don't have much time to explain, but-" You can see tears form in his eyes. His hands are shaking and he still refuses to let you go. "But I need you to break my heart. I need you to leave me and never come back. Please-" his voice cracks, and he shudders, trying to keep himself composed to finish his request. "Please I can't handle the hurt anymore." You can see just how much he is struggling. How much he wants to break down in your arms. And you reply by pulling him tighter. He smells much different. There is no longer that lingering scent of leather and gunpowder. But his warmth is still the same, your body still fits in his the same.

"I'm not there anymore, am I?" All he does is shake his head, you know he wants to cry. "How long has it been? Without me, I mean." He shudders again, grabbing your shirt and clenching it. "Six years. It was-" you stop him, "And you still love me?" Again, he just nods. "Then why do you want to get rid of me?" Now the flood gates open, while you just stand there as his support. "Because if I don't love you, then I won't hurt anymore. Please, please I can't do this anymore. I can't live without you."

You push him off you. "No. No I won't do it, you senile old man. Over my dead body." His eyes hold so much pain, so much fear, you know what he really wants, is to get rid of the pain and have you back. "I won't mess with time. And I won't break the heart of the man I love. Not because he's become a wuss in his old age." This causes him to laugh, he misses that spark so much. "I love you, Indy. Please don't grow cold because of it." Your words strike him, deeper than any bullet, whip or knife. Is this really how he wants to spend his last moments with you?

He laughs again, and pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever change. And keep that reckless boy in check." You laugh, and wrap your arms around him. You still can't make your arms all the way around him. "I will, you know that. And I love you, I hope you know that too."

[marion-ravenwood-jones]

I have come bearing canon-divergent Indy/Marion fanfiction that I wrote instead of making a PowerPoint presentation that I am supposed to have done in an hour 🙃 @oh-caro here I wrote one 😂

Addition to the Family

“Well,” Marion sighed, setting her breakfast plate on the table a bit roughly.

What did I do now? Indy wondered, glancing at the clock on the wall. What could I have done at 8:15 on a Saturday morning? “Well?” He asked without looking up from the paper he was grading, deciding to take the bait. He heard her rummaging through the contents of the fridge, likely searching for the orange juice he’d finished a few minutes before she’d entered the kitchen.

“Well,” she shut the refrigerator door with another sigh, “you’re a father, Indy.”

He chuckled and glanced at the adoption papers lying on the table that stated that Wan Li, or as Indy and Marion called him, Short Round was now legally their son. “Yeah, I’ve been a father for three days. I think he’s in the living room listening to The Burns and Allen Show,” he said casually, grinning and turning his attention back to the second of many papers he needed to grade before Monday.

After hearing nothing else for a few seconds, not even Marion’s footsteps, he stopped reading and furrowed his brow. That was it? No complaints or accusations? Is there something I missed? Indy replayed the interaction in his head a couple of times as he turned around to look at his wife.

She had her back against the refrigerator, her eyes closed and the base of her thumb pressing the arch of her eyebrow upwards, something she did when she was trying to clear her head. “You’re a father, Indy.” What is she—

A lightbulb switched on in his head as she opened her eyes and her tearful, blue eyes met his incredulous, hazel ones. She didn’t mean— He nearly knocked over his chair in bolting up from the table and gripping her arms. “Marion!” He yelled in surprise, evoking a small crooked smile from her. That was the reaction she’d been waiting for. “You’re pregnant?!” He asked just a little quieter, beginning to shake.

She nodded and softly replied, “I- I think so,” searching his eyes for the security that she was currently lacking. They hadn’t discussed having a baby, and she was entirely confident that neither of them had envisioned, or, if she were completely honest, wanted another addition to the family so soon after Short Round’s adoption had been made official.

Indy took both of her hands in his, gently rubbing the backs of hers with his thumbs. “Did the doctor tell you? How do you know?”

“I- said I think, Indy, it’s not- not for sure,” she stammered, only relaxing slightly under his touch.

He paused. “Marion,” his volume was significantly lower than before. “honey, what symptoms have you had?”

“I threw up this morning,” she told him simply, offering no further explanation or reasoning.

“Yeah, go on,” he prompted, now stroking her face with one hand and continuing to hold one of her hands in his other.

“Go on?”

“Well, there’s more, isn’t there?”

Marion furrowed her brow and stared at him.

Indy stopped his caresses. “You think you’re pregnant because you threw up once?!” He was growing irritated that she had nearly given him a heart attack over a claim she had practically no basis for. Sure, it was a possibility, but it had been for over a year now, and she hadn’t blamed anything like a headache or an upset stomach on that possibility before.

Marion ripped her hand out of his and shoved him away from her. “It’s more than that, I just know, Indy! You’re making me sound ridiculous!” She shouted, then whirled around and opened the refrigerator to find something to drink.

“Come on, maybe you just had too much to drink last night,” he offered, having had no intentions to belittle her. Marion crossed her arms and glared at him, and he realized how stupid of a comment that was since she could drink nearly anyone under the table. “Well, maybe not that,” he laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood. He was still irritated, but he didn’t want Short Round’s first Saturday as their son to be riddled with tension and frustration.

She closed the refrigerator with a prolonged, exasperated sigh and said nothing more. Indy eyed her as she retrieved her favorite whiskey from a cabinet, and she proceeded to remove the top with the intention of drinking directly from the bottle. “You know,” Indy said gently, bracing himself for the explosion that would most certainly follow his next statement, “if you’re so sure about this, why don’t you hold off on the drinking for some time?”

Glass shattered. “NO MORE DRINKS?!?!”

[fanficsforfun]

This new Indy movie is so inspiring and I'm currently writing a fic based on the first scene where we see old Indy but I struggle quite a bit 'cause while I can relate to his feelings and use them, I don't really know what he would say and more importantly, how he'd say it...

[lightofleia]

“Hold on tight,” She whispered as she wrapped her son's small fingers over the glass figure. “One day it’ll be your child putting the angel atop the tree, and we’ll all laugh at how foolish your father was to ever think you’d break it.”

5 Christmases with Indiana Jones

[gregre369]

The first Indiana Jones came out in 1981, 1984 and 1989. And you can tell me Eddie didn’t make Steve dress up as Indie for Halloween while he went as Marion.

Robin went dressed as the monkey.

Steve didn’t get to see the “Temple of Doom” in theaters but he was immediately obsessed! with Indiana Jones in 1981.

“The Last Crusade” is what got Steddie together. As they were both crushing on Harrison Ford.

[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.

[ddejavvu]

you should def tell me and the world but mostly me about your indiana jones dick headcanons. what do you see when you envision his cock?

pulled this from the depths of my inbox in a fit of crazed lust for indiana jones

this post is 18+, minors dni.

okay. i'm envisioning average length, nothing crazy long. But I'm imagining thick. thick, sturdy, not something that's easy to take. it's a dick that you look at and are instantly relieved because it's not a crazy ten foot monster but then you realize oh shit, that's gonna hurt going in. hard i'm thinking he has a pretty pronounced mushroom tip. it gets all swollen and it's a picture perfect cock, something straight out of a porno but swapped overachieved length for thickness. I think it's decently tanned and that he doesn't drip much precum so when he does you know you've really got him going.

i think he actually keeps himself decently trimmed when he can, but don't misinterpret that as shaving. he doesn't ever shave hair off, he only cuts it so that it's not overgrown. that means there's not a neatly sculpted little patch of hair just above his cock, it's sprung up around his thighs too and starts decently high above his cock. he's got a killer happy trail. it's gonna tickle your cheeks and nose and it's gonna smell musky so get ready to dig your face into it.

it looks impressive when he gets hard in his pants. you can tell its hefty, you can tell he's got a weapon under there. sometimes you can see it even when he's not hard, sometimes it's just there against his thigh and if it were thinner or if he cared at all it wouldn't be on display but it is.

I think he uses it to his strengths, too. he bullies with it, he pushes it in rougher than he should considering your hole's never been stretched that wide. it burns and you cry and you grab his arms and he likes the way it feels when your nails dig into his flesh.

or he uses it to prolong the time that he's got his four fingers mercilessly running through your cunt to open you up. he relishes in each time that he gets to slide a new one inside of you and hear that gasp, feel that tight hole around him and know that you're already working your way up to an orgasm.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

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

warnings: cuts, bruises, mention of fight

I closed the door to the house and sighed. Dropping my bag next to the door, I paused at the sight of the leather jacket and hat hanging on the hook. Perking up, I hurried into the bedroom.

“Indiana!” I cried when I saw him. Indy turned towards me, halfway out of his shirt. He smiled at me and held his arms open, shirt now forgotten.

“(Y/N).” He sighed when I rushed into his arms. “I missed you.” I pulled back to look at him. I opened my mouth to respond when the cut under his eye made me pause.

“I didn’t realize this dog was that dangerous.” I said as I ghosted my finger tips over the cut. Indiana winced and gave me a small smile.

“I didn’t either.” He sighed. “Got into a little fight.” He pulled back to wave a hand at his torso. I looked down and gasped at the bruising across his ribs. “Doesn’t hurt that bad. Been a few days.” He shrugged and tried to pull me back into the hug but I held my ground.

“Indiana, let me take care of you.” I mused as I took his hand and led him to the bathroom. Pointing at the toilet, I went into the closet for the first aid kit. “Sit.” I ordered when I realized he was still standing there watching me. He seemed to jolt out of whatever his mind was on and sat down.

“You don’t have to do this you know.” Indiana said as I moved to kneel in front of him. I shrugged as I used a cotton ball to dab antiseptic on the few cuts that littered his face and chest.

“I know. But it’s rare I get to take care of you like this. They’re normally all healed by the time you come back. Besides,” I grabbed the wet washcloth and pressed it against his ribs. Indiana hissed and pulled back slight. “I want to.” He looked at me with understanding and nodded.

“ok.” He surrendered and let me finish patching him up. When I was done, I put the first aid kit away and reached out for his hand. Indiana took it and let me pull him into the bedroom. Pausing to grab his discarded shirt, I stripped and put it on. Indiana smiled as he laid down on the bed, arm out for me to curl up under. “Thank you.” He said with a kiss to my forehead.

“you’re welcome.” I said with a smile. “Thank you for letting me do that.” I leaned up to give him a kiss. Indiana hummed against my lips.

“I’ll try to come home with fresher cuts for you.” He teased. I gently pushed him before curling up against him again. “Love you.”

“love you too.” I sighed. “Welcome home Indy.”

[harmfulb1tch]

College bets

Fandom: Indiana Jones

Ship: Indiana Jones x reader

Warnings: swearing, slight mention of smut

Requested by: @groovy-lady

Summary: Indy asks your hand in marriage and the students of the collage you work with couldn’t be happier.

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It was no secret that Doctor Jones and Doctor (Y/L/N) were MADLY in love with each other. They both shared a passion for discovery and history. Dr. Jones taught Archeology and Dr. (Y/L/N) taught world mythology. They had went on archeological missions together and had dug together in many archeological sites. They were always attached by the hip, they always had lunch together either in one of their classrooms or at the cafe, every time a student wanted to talk to Dr. Jones in his classroom, Dr. (Y/L/N) was there and vice versa. It was rarer to see the couple alone than together.

If you asked the university’s students, they would tell you that these two were the “it” couple. Since the students watched Dr. (Y/L/N) and Dr. Jones interact with each other one time she came into his classroom to ask him something regarding work, they all shipped them nonstop. There were rumors regarding both of them, they ranged from seeing the kissing, to having sex on a classroom and seeing them go on dates. Of course these were rumors and rumors only. 

It wasn’t until Dr. Jones mentioned his partner in one of his classes, asking the students what he should buy her in his next date. He was always so professional but yet so casual with his students, that’s why they all loved him. Immediately all of the students (mostly nosy people who had a crush on him) started asking questions about who his partner was and of course, after a lot of insisting, he gave in and revealed that these two were actually dating. You swore you heard cheers from across the hall in the other classroom, but you had no idea what had happened until Indy told you he had revealed your relationship. It was fine, it wasn’t like you cared if the students knew you two were dating. You both were in a committed relationship and had nothing to hide.  

Everyone in the college was very happy for you and, surprisingly, you weren’t in trouble for being in a relationship with your co-worker. The students shipped you so much before that they were always excited and asked both you and Indy questions in class. Questions such as “Where is Dr. Jones taking you on your date?” “Have you guys watched the stars at night as a date?” “Do you guys live together?” “Have you been to his house?” almost everyday came up before your class started. They were all surprisingly respectful towards you and Indy and never really asked any improper questions. 

As time passed, the two of you always went to work together, so the students assumed you both were, in fact, living together. And when more than a year passed, a new question came up amongst the rest in Indy’s classroom “When are you going to propose to Dr. (Y/L/N)?”. Every time he heard that question he just looked with confidence towards the student that asked him and he just didn’t answer it, starting or continuing the class as if no question had been asked. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to ask your hand in marriage, he just didn’t know if either of you were prepared for that commitment. And, although he would and always will deny it, he was VERY scared of rejection and he didn’t want you to say no. The more time passed, the more frequently that question came up. He usually just shrugged it off and thought nothing of it until one day he overheard a conversation between some students that really made him question wether or not to ask you.

“Hey! 20 bucks. I’m betting 20 bucks that Dr. Jones is going to ask Dr. (Y/N/L) to marry him in less than two months!”

“Bullshit, he is never going to ask her. I don’t think their relationship will last. 50 bucks that they are breaking up before the end of the year.”

“No way dude! The are madly in love and are TOTALLY getting married, but I think he is going to ask her this month. I’m betting 35$ that he is asking her this month”

The students all shut up when they saw Indiana walking down the hall but immediately looked at him when he saw their other professor walk up to him and start making small talk. When you held his hand unconsciously while walking, you could hear the students say small “aw’s” and “I’m totally winning that bet”. When you asked Indy about that bet they were talking about, he said it was just some joke the students were talking about before she arrived and shrugged it off.

After that encounter, he really started to question how, when and where to ask you to marry him. The first thing he did was buy a ring, he bought you a beautiful white gold ring with the biggest diamond he could afford (which ended up being a huge gem). He thought it was best to ask you as soon as possible to get it over with, by that he meant his anxiety, he wanted it to be special for both of you but wanted to do it as soon as possible to get an answer from you. He really believed that you were going to say yes, but there was never really knowing until he asked you. He also planned on asking you in the college’s library, since that’s where you two met.

One day, he asked you to go with him to the library, it wasn’t a really weird request for him to do, since you two spent the most time there, together, and reading. You really didn’t know what he was doing but when the two of you reached the center of the library and just stopped there, while Indy was hugging your waist softly looking down at you with his greenish eyes sweetly, you knew something was going on.

“Darling, I love you. I thought I would live my whole live doing just two things: going from place to place digging up buried treasure and teaching in the four walls of my classroom. I don’t think I would be the man I am today if it weren’t for you, doll.” he said sweetly, with a soft voice as two not disturb the students that were studying and working in the library.

“Aw Indy, thank you! I love you too, so much.” You said, hugging his waist and pressing your head into his chest. After a few moments, he pulled away from the hug and grabbing your hand, he knelt down on one knee, that is when you realized what was going on. Happy tears filled you eyes as you looked at the man before you, the same man that has made you feel so special for almost two years. Some people may think it was too soon for him to ask your hand in marriage, but from the moment you two met, you both knew you would be spending the rest of your like together.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” you nodded you head furiously while crying.

“YES!” Everyone in the library, professors and students alike started clapping, whistling and congratulating you both as you kissed.

“I TOLD YOU THEY WERE GETTING MARRIED IN LESS THAN A MONTH!” was heard as two other students sighed and gave money to the student that shouted that. You could help but laugh hugging Indy again.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Supernatural Outsider POV Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

God Killer by h0lm3stuck - Rated G

“There’s no way,” Austell says. “That’s——he looks like someone’s dad.” Someone’s criminally hot dad, but still. He’s not splattered with blood with a haunted look in his eyes, not itching for a fight, not toting a bloodthirsty angel along on a leash. Jeanie has to be wrong, there’s no other way around it. “No fucking way is that Sam Winchester,” Austell mutters. “That’s Dean,” Jeanie unhelpfully corrects. “Why do you look so scared?” She laughs. “He doesn’t bite.”

Attached to His Hip by sabarah23 - Rated G

The first time Jeremy saw the green-eyed boy, he had an infant attached to his hip. - or 5 times Dean was a dad in spirit only, and 1 time it was in name, too.

Story Time by Ltleflrt - Rated G

I like to imagine that someday when Dean and Sam and Castiel have finally saved the world, and are able to settle down, that Dean and Cas will get married and settle in a little town and Dean will make friends with all the neighborhood kids. He’ll keep an eye on them, and keep them out of trouble. And he’ll tell them stories….

Devil's in the House by glorious_spoon - Rated G

In which Sam hustles pool to pay for his textbooks, and an unexpected opponent turns up. Pre-series, outside POV.

Superheroes by aeli_kindara - Rated T

"I fuckin' hate group projects." Dylan gives Dean a wary glance. He gets it — he’s not the biggest fan of these things himself. But when you’re a group of two, “I fuckin’ hate group projects” is awful close to “I fuckin’ hate working with you.” In which a teenage Dean Winchester makes a friend and leaves something behind, and Sammy doesn't know when to shut up.

Crossovers

Criminal Minds

Monsters in Your Closet by AlbusCorvus - Rated G

When Castiel goes on a hunt alone and is caught by a particular FBI team, the brothers do something they never thought they’d have to. They kidnap SSA Spencer Reid to make an exchange. But being kidnapped by delusional serial killers is nothing like Spencer thought it would be.

Monsters are Real by WhiskyBoys - Rated T

'Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.' Stephen King. The kid sitting in the interview room swings on the rear legs of his chair, throws back his head, and at the top of his lungs, sings a painfully off-key version of 'Wanted Dead or Alive'. Hotch looks at Morgan with one eye-brow arched in question. "You think he's your unsub?"

No Difference by The_Bookkeeper - Rated T

Derek has been in a lot of bad situations. This one easily makes the top five. Or would, if Dean and Sam Winchester were actually acting like the sadistic psychopaths he expected them to be. Instead, Dean is referencing Star Trek, Sam is comforting Reid, and Derek has never been more confused.

Buzzfeed Unsolved

The Bizarre Winchester Murder Spree by Origamidragons - Rated T

“This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved we are discussing two of the most prolific and strangest serial killers in recent history: Sam and Dean Winchester.”

Percy Jackson

We Hitch an Awesome Ride by ariadnes_string - Rated G

Percy and his friends get a lift from some guys who might know as much about monsters as they do.

There's Nothing Weirder Than Teenagers by Calculatrice - Rated G

The kid is blinking startled, sea-green eyes at him, and Sam distractedly thinks that he looks a bit like a lost baby seal. "Who are you?" He asks, as if Sam's identity takes priority over the fact that his friend just threw his body into a lake. ___________________ In which a goth kid attempts to drown his friend, and Sam is suitably concerned.

Empousai and Demigods by Eternally_Sidequesting - Rated T

A hunt gone sideways gives Sam and Dean an idea of just how much they don't know about the supernatural.

Indiana Jones

Remnants by oneiriad - Rated G

It's not always easy to find the thing that's keeping a ghost around - bullwhips doesn't exactly make it any easier.

[bigfemboyenergy]

woah!!!! again?!?

remember that one post i made with a gf/dp crossover in which the ghost zone actually CONTAINS the mindscape? dont lie, i know you dont

i just remembered how cool that felt to me so !! im thinkin i might write a bit (just., gotta find it)

original prompt post: https://www.tumblr.com/bigfemboyenergy/749856656479879168/ok-ok-this-will-be-the-last-time-i-promise?source=share

Bill laughs as the kid stares straight through the hole he just shot through Bill’s bowtie. “I’m immortal here, kid! It’ll take more than that to kill me!” Immediately, the human changes his stance, as if preparing for some sort of violent response. Bill doesn’t even bother to so much as flick him as he says, “Whoa, whoa kid! How much trauma have you dealt with?” He openly laughs, his strange voice filling the odd, infinite space.

The boy adjusts his posture, tensing up a bit, as he seems to prepare a blast from his hand. To this, Bill stops laughing and continues to act fairly casual. “You know, you’re quite the sight for sore eye! I haven’t seen anyone in this realm outside of myself before!” He watches the human get a little less tense, before tensing up again, as if waiting for some surprise attack. “Look here, kid. I’m not in a fighting mood,” Bill starts, with a laugh. It’s obvious he’s being a little more serious, before he quickly returns to his overly odd cackle, “No matter how much you seem to be!”

Danny can’t help but suspect the thing. He can’t tell what it is, especially since it has no ghost-like aspects outside of its regeneration. After all, a yellow equilateral triangle with one giant eye, a bowtie, a cane, and a fashionable hat doesn’t seem..quite normal to become, for those who’ve passed. It irks him to see something so strange and oddly, uncomfortably threatening, within his domain. Danny can’t help but feel protective over his realm, as the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, a title he gained since his defeat of Pariah Dark. His obsession with protecting others also doesn’t help.

But Danny really knows something’s up. He’s never even heard of such an odd being in the Realms before, something he doesn’t expect despite its vastness. With a deep breath that he doesn’t quite need to take, he finally speaks to the creature: “What even are you?” Danny doesn’t even care to sugarcoat his words. This being surely hasn’t done so with its own, so why not be so straightforward?

The beast’s singular eye almost illustrates the emotion of grinning. Danny only notices now, but the creature almost pulses as it seems to speak, with no mouth in sight. “I’m a dream demon, isn’t it obvious? The name’s Bill Cipher, make sure you don’t forget it!” It asks, a clearly rhetorical, purely joking, question, before continuing. “From a world in which direction, dimension, and disaster have no meaning! Where 2D is the new 3D, and life is near worthless!” Danny watches as the thing calling itself a ‘dream demon’ bursts into a fit of laughter, it seeming to find everything very entertaining. He must say, he isn’t satisfied with the being’s answer. It just seems to leave even more questions.

Danny lets himself relax as the demon questions him right back; “Who, rather than what, are you, kid?”

Bill watches the human closely with his eye, waiting for an inevitable response, whether with words or actions. It’s rather exciting to practically hear the gears in the boy’s brain turning as he thinks deeply. Within a minute or so, the kid responds, “Phantom. People call me Phantom.” Bill nods, in a way that his unusual body will let him. Everything about the boy only seems to get more interesting. “Say, what business do you have here, Phantom?” Bill questions, with a smirk-like look in his eye.

Phantom gives Bill a calculating look. “I am the ruler of these realms, actually.” This greatly surprises Bill, who rotates his cane in his hand thoughtfully. “Well, who’d have thunk it! Why, kid, you’re quite the little mystery!” He laughs, his voice once again resonating through the infinite space.

It seems like the two are in for a ride- one of the “emotional rollercoaster” type.

[lemonsprite]

Hiii :))

I don’t know if your request are open but I’d like to ask for an Indiana jones x male reader, angst then fluff with some kissing at the end.

Totally okay if you don’t, don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ

Have a good day/night ^_−☆

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 || 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: he can’t seem to say “I love you.” :[ Word count: 1.7K A/N: OMG YES PLEASE!!!! This fic is just my Cup of tea!! And thank you for requesting! >< Warnings: internalized homophobia (common for the time)

Indiana stared at his reflection in the mirror, his single blade razor gliding across his jaw, cutting at his stubble that’d be steadily growing over the past month. He angled his face from left to right, inspecting his shave job as his hand ran across his chin, feeling for any stray hairs.

“Indy.” You called from the bath tub, the water splashing slightly as you laid your head on the cold marble, looking up at him. “Join me in the bath will you? The waters nice and warm.”

The man in front of you swallowed thickly, cleaning his razor with a spare rag as he stared at you from the reflection in the mirror.

“I have to go to class.” He muttered, putting his shaving kit away.

“It’s 6 am…” you said aloud, staring at him concernedly, knowing where this conversation would probably go.

“You know… early bird lectures… and all that…” he excused, buttoning his shirt back up and checking his hair before turning for the door.

“You know what to do.” He said sharply before leaving the bathroom, the wooden door clicking shut signaling his departure. Leaving you alone in Indiana's bathroom.

You sighed, it’s not like this was the first time this’d happened. Looking at your knees poking out of the soapy water before laying your head on them, running your hands through the sudsy mixture forlornly.

Indiana had been like this for awhile and no one could blame him, he was a well known member of society, strong, smart, and with infinite connections in the world of archeology. If anyone were to find out he was dating you, a boy- he’d be ruined.

That knowledge still didn’t comfort the ache in your heart however in fact it only really made it worse.

You glanced at the edge of the tub, looking over Indiana's body wash, shampoo, and conditioner before grabbing the tubs plug and pulling, watching the water drain.

Slowly you rose, grabbing a near by towel and drying off your skin pruny from all the water.

The towel smelled like Indiana, a deep musky sent like the cologne he wears everyday and the old books he surrounds himself in.

Burying your face into it you sigh sadly once more. It hurt… a lot.

Just the other day you had cooked Indiana an elaborate home meal, you’d slaved in the kitchen for hours and when Indy had finally gotten back from work and sat down at the table he didn’t say a word.

A pit had formed in your stomach, getting the sense that he felt ashamed to be your lover.

That night you’d told him you loved him yet got nothing in return. Indiana had nodded curtly, stood back up, pecked you on the cheek and took the paper to go read in his bedroom.

You’d felt your heart shatter and at this point you don’t know why you still keep coming back to him. He’d broken your heart time and time again yet whenever he called you late at night you couldn’t help but knock once more on his door.

You looked yourself up and down in the bathroom mirror, shaking slightly from the cold. Your towel wrapped loosely around your waist.

Why do you keep doing this to yourself?

You couldn’t give yourself a proper answer, instead you walked out of Indiana's master bathroom and into his bedroom, noticing he had washed, folded, and ironed your clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the edge of his mattress.

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you grabbed your garments and began to dress, taking your time as you watched the sun slowly rise through the blinds in the house's windows.

“What’s going on with you Dr. Jones?” Asked Indiana's colleague and friend Marcus Brody, nonchalantly flipping to the next page in the morning paper. “You’ve seemed more and more antsy these past few days.”

Indy sighed, taking off his glasses and wipping them with the hemline of his shirt. “Can’t talk about it.”

“Oh ho.” Smiled the man, not even looking up from his paper as he continued. “I know that look with you Indiana. Trouble with love?”

Indiana grunted in annoyance, fixing his glasses once more on his nose bridge.

“Have you tried talking to her? Women pride themselves on their communication you know.”

Indiana was silent, looking out the window of his classroom as he drummed his fingers against the table anxiously.

It was uncommon for Indiana to act like this, you always somehow managed to ruffle his feathers, making him act in ways he didn’t know were possible. Just thinking about it caused his face to go red from embarrassment.

The last few weeks for Indiana had been nothing but trouble. Every time he vows to quite you he can’t stop his hand from instinctively grabbing the phone and dialing your house number. It was bad- and Indy knew it.

People these days didn’t react to kindly to two men in love. That is if you can call it love. Indiana would do anything to wake up every morning to your face sleeping peacefully next to his, to have your bare chest pressed against his, the thumping of your heart beneath your skin reminding him that you are alive.

He knew realistically that it was a pipe dream, that a happily ever after with you both was impossible but he’d take what he could get and if that ment sneaking you through his window late at night like school kids then that’s what he’d do.

Indiana felt selfish for treating you in such a way. He knew it hurt you for him to act so distant instead of loving but he couldn’t give you up and he wouldn’t- he liked you to damn much, you made his heart flutter in a way Marion never did.

The other day when you’d told him you loved him it took everything within Indiana to swallow his bite of food and walk away, knowing that it would do more damage than good for the both of you if he were to respond.

Marcus hummed thoughtfully as he crossed his ankles, leaning back in one of Indiana's office chairs. “On the other hand if it’s that one boy your having troubles with you could always tell him how you truly feel.”

Indiana choked on his coffee, his eyes going wide in shock as he stared at Marcus coughing from the hot drink that’d gone down the wrong way.

“W-what?” He coughed.

“(Y/n) that one boy you are ever so keen about.” Marcus replied dismissively, waving a hand in the air. “I saw how you both looked at each other at the office Christmas party. He was your plus one if I remember correctly.”

Indiana stared at him in disbelieving silence, the coffee spill from earlier staining his white button up.

“Relax Dr. Jones.” Marcus said with a smile, finally glancing up from his paper. “It’s a progressive time, I’m happy for you both though I did not realize you swung that way.”

Indiana sputtered, lifting up a hand to protest but nothing came out of his open mouth, his brain short circuiting.

“I-“ he started, forcing his mouth to say anything. “I don’t know what to do…” he finally admitted, hanging his head in defeat.”

“In my professional opinion Dr. Jones.” Lectured Marcus, kicking his feet up on Indiana's office desk. “Tell him how you feel- poor blokes been through enough of this ‘will they, won’t they,’ nonsense.”

Indiana didn’t reply, instead he took another shaky sip of his coffee, and stared at the window, whacking Marcus’s legs with a rolled up newspaper to get them off his desk.

It was raining. Hard. Water pelted at the windows of your house and according to the radio it was supposed to start hailing ice the size of apples. You swallowed in discomfort, taking another sip of your tea as you watched out the window.

There was a knock at the door and you got up from your seat, placing the mug in your hands on a nearby coaster and straightening your tie as you made your way to the door.

‘Who in their right mind would be knocking at your door in weather like this?’

You threw the door open to reveal a very wet and very sad looking Indiana Jones, his hand raised in the middle of knocking once more. That would explain it.

“Indy?” You asked concernedly, almost as if you couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you. “What are you doing in the rain, why didn’t you drive?”

Before you could ask anymore questions, Indiana pulled his hat from his head and clutched it to his chest, looking you deep in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, his hair sticking to his forehead and his white button up clinging to his chest from the rain. “I love you, I really should’ve said it sooner.” And before you could utter a response back to him, Indy had scooped you into his arms, smashing his face against yours in a not so gentle kiss, his hand still clutching his hat cradled your neck while his other kept a sturdy grip on your waist making sure you wouldn’t fall from your knees going week.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized once more, the whisper of his words getting lost in your kiss and tickling your lips.

“I love you.” He admitted again, gently leaning forward to place a kiss on the corner of your lips.

“I love you.” He chanted over and over, covering you face in kisses, the stubble he’d so painstaking gotten rid of this morning returning to tickle your skin.

“You stared at him wide eyed, the rain starting to soak your clothes as your face went pink.

“C-come in why don’t you?” You asked, moving out of the way for Indiana to enter your small apartment.

“Please (y/n).” Indiana begged, grabbing your hands once he was standing on your welcome mat, his soaking wet clothes dirtying the floor around him. “I’m so so sorry.”

“Indiana.” You sighed, your eyes going soft as you pushed his wet bangs from his forehead. “It’s okay.”

“No it isn’t.” Indiana responded quickly, bringing your knuckles to his lips to press a kiss against the skin. “I shouldn’t have been so cold I- I was an idiot.”

You shook your head with a sad smile, looking at him in this state made your heart thump painfully against your rib cage.

“I’ll let you make it up for me tonight.” You smiled teasingly, grabbing Indiana by the hands. “First let’s warm you up, I’ll draw you a bath.”

Indiana smiled and squeezed your hand in reassurance, his thumb running lovingly over your knuckles.

Would you believe me if I said I rushed another fics ending TT.

Sorry if I haven’t finished many requests yet! My computers been glitching and I’m trying to recover my old writings (drafts of reqs) but it’s been so so hard :/

anyways I’m in France rn and on a horribly long bus ride so I decided to crank this one out on my phone! Sorry for any spelling mistakes!