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ddejavvu · 9 months

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That last Indy blurb you reblogged, and oh boy.. oh boy… all I could think of is Indy making you ride the end of his whip. making you rub your wet little pussy all over the handle of it for him.

salivating... foaming at the mouth... creaming my pants

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Indiana is nothing if not a massive tease. He knows you're desperate for him, knows he couldn't lose you out in the jungle if he tried, so when you rest your chin over his shoulder, he doesn't give in.

"Not now, sweetheart," He drawls, thumbing through the pages of his notebook like it's more important than your aching pussy, "I'm busy."

"Indy," You whimper, sounding all too bratty as you scoff at his work, "Come on, all we've seen today is dirt. Aren't I a little more important?"

His brows raise, and he fixes you with a look that's part amusement, part incredulity.

"More important? These are historic archaeological discoveries, princess, you don't think that takes precedence over a quick fuck?"

"If it's gonna be quick you won't mind putting the journal away for a bit," You decide, throwing a leg over his thigh. You're purposefully naked beneath your nightgown, the safety of your tent the perfect place to prepare for your night. Despite the lustful call of your hot cunt against his leg, he pushes further, trying to see just how far he can go before you'll beg for it.

"Hey- hey," He gripes, one hand on your hip to hold you from getting any further, "I said I was busy, you little minx. You can wait."

"I don't want to wait," You huff, "Just- fuck me, Indy!"

You've done it. You've said the magic words, you've laid all of your cards on the table, you've guessed the password correctly.

"Well," He pretends to consider, "I could use my fingers. But I really need to work on this."

You know damn well he'll abandon his scholarly facade the second your legs spread. You're playing each other like tense snakes, not sure who'll sink their fangs into the other first.

"I need more than your fingers," You brace your hands on his upper thigh, squeezing more than you need to, "I want your cock, Indy."

"No can do, sweetheart," He grins lazily, all too proud of himself for his restraint. Truthfully, he's already hardening in his pants, the fabric stretching tight over a bulge you're both pretending like you can't see. It's better that way, if you pretend he's not chubbing up and you're not already hot against his thigh. It's better to pretend you don't care, to build the frustration inside until you snap and it floods you both.

"I'm busy. If you want something thicker than my fingers, you'll have to use my whip."

It's a throwaway suggestion, an absurd way of telling you you're in for a long night of teasing. That you're going to have to work for what you want. But you're more than intrigued by it, eyeing the thick leather handle that's mounted on his belt.

"Okay." You catch him off guard with your sense of adventure, and something flickers in his eyes. He muscles it down from his face, though, keeping his smirk tight over his cheeks.

"Okay? That's it? You're gonna fuck it?"

"I'm not waiting around all day," You scoff, taking the leather handle from his belt and sticking it in his non-dominant hand as you settle between his thighs. You've got your back against his chest, and you drag his hand between your legs.

"I'll hold the journal," You brace your hand against its pages, keeping is steady, "You can still write, Indy."

He's a little slow to process the situation, so you groan, "Well come on, fuck me! I thought you were busy, now you're just wasting- time!"

Without warning, Indiana drives the thick, leather girth of his whip into your cunt. It's abrupt, and if you hadn't been steadily producing slick at the condescending tone of his voice the entire time, it would hurt. But it's nothing more than an initial sting, and he laughs in that same cocky tone.

"You brat," He spits, like it's a curse word, "You pitch a big fit about getting fucked like I'm not taking care of you. You're greedy, y'know that? Can't handle a day without a dick in you, y'gotta fuck yourself all over whatever you can get. Is this what you wanted?" He drags the whip in and out of your cunt, marveling at the slick smeared over it, "You wanted to fuck my whip? You're a nasty little thing."

"Oh, shut up," You huff, face turned against his tanned neck. You nip at a spot beneath the hinge of his jaw and you feel his chest swell as he draws a heaving breath in, "You can talk as much shit as you want, Indy, I- ah!" You writhe back against him as he steadily fucks the handle of his whip into your soaked cunt, "I feel you getting hard. I know you like it."

"You're pathetic," He manages to spit through clenched teeth as you suck bruises into his neck. He's right, you're desperate for whatever you can get inside of you and he loves it, he loves watching your cunt suck his whip in like it's his cock.

"And you're not working anymore," You point out that his pen has been long-since discarded, his fist now clenched atop the pages of his journal, "So why don't you cut the bullshit and just fuck me, Indiana."

"Well," He pants, a wry grin taking his features by storm as he wrestles to both lay you down and maneuver himself on top of you. Once he's hovering above you, hairline already gathering glistening sweat as he tries controlling his lust-fueled movements, he smirks down at you, cherishing the feeling of your hands prying at his belt to release his achingly-hard cock, "Since you asked so nicely, sweetheart."

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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Dating Indiana Jones SFW + NSFW headcanons...

He's stubborn. God he's so freaking stubborn.

He doesn't make it easy dating him; you worry about his safety, worry about his adventures... It can be hard but it's worth it for when he's home safe in your arms albeit a little banged up.

He's pretty hot-headed, again he's stubborn, so that causes frequent arguments that are usually resolved with rough, hair pulling, skin biting sex.

He sometimes isn't the best at communicating, finds it difficult to let you in on how he's really feeling but it's a work in progress. He does actively try to communicate though can sometimes forget as humans do.

It takes him a while to be able to work up the courage to tell you that he loves you. It's you that says it first actually since Indy can't get the words out.

"I love you too, you dork."

Going to his lectures and the teenage girls are all jealous because they want to date him - he is bloody handsome after all.

At first, he's cold and distant but as soon as you break down those walls, he's soft and familiar and... he quickly becomes 'home' for you.

After a long adventure all he wants to do is come home to you. He wants tenderness and soft touches and whispers of 'I love you's under the sheets and that's exactly what you give him.

You take care of him just as much as he takes care of you. You'll tend to his various wounds, massage his aching back, play with his hair until he's asleep and he'll run you a bath after a long day, cook you dinner and hold you until you're asleep.

You're good for him; you remind him to take care of himself, to drink a pint of water after every 3 cups of coffee and to get some sleep every once in a while.

He works hard all the time, sometimes he just can't stop, it's you that helps him to come down from that high.

He's still very much a History Professor so he'll ask you to grade papers with him just so the pair of you can sleep at a reasonable hour.

If you're wondering about whether he uses the whip? Oh yeah.

Indiana's spontaneous. He'll show up at your work and whisk you away to a nice place for lunch or he'll tell you on Friday morning that he'll pick you up and take you to the airport straight after work for a weekend getaway in another city.

When he goes away on an adventure, he'll always bring you a gift back, just something small but you always appreciate that he's thought about you.

Passionate kisses when he returns home, kisses where you don't come up for air until your lungs are burning.

After an argument or after a stressful day, he needs to take his pent up frustrations out on something... You. He'll fuck you hard and rough, slapping your ass, hand around your neck, pulling your hair and nipping at your skin.

He'll fuck you anywhere he can. He doesn't care if it's risky or if people might hear... If he needs you, he needs you now.

He can be quite jealous. He trusts you but he doesn't trust other people. If he sees someone lingering around you, he'll let you deal with it but if they continue to pester, he'll intervene by wrapping a tight arm around your waist and asking if he can help.

Jealous Indy = possessive Indy

He absolutely will fuck you senseless telling you that you're his the whole way through. He has a breeding kink too definitely.

He's not all rough though.

He will 'make love' to you, slow, intense, passionate sex where you can't stop kissing and you can't stop telling each other that you love the other.

You love when he wears his glasses and has his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow. You don't know what it is about him looking like that but hot damn. He'll walk around absentmindedly reading a book, glasses on and sleeves rolled up and he pretends he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to you the cocky little shit.

He likes gifting you books and writing beautiful inscriptions in them to you.

Whenever he publishes a new book, the dedication is always to you. Always.

He loves your hips. Loves when you wear tight clothing to show off your hips, stomach and ass. He's an ass man 100%.

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

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groovyqueer · 1 year

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Indiana + ☆▼ൠ

Yaaay thank you!! :3

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☆ - happy headcanon

I headcanon that Indiana is happiest when traveling the world looking for archeological finds (minus the near death experiences), when he’s writing books, and when he’s teaching about archeology. Indy is also happy later in life when he is attending church or synagogue services and when he bakes.

▼ - childhood headcanon

I headcanon that Indiana’s childhood was happiest when his mother, Anna, was alive. He has many fond memories of spending time with her and the family dog, Indiana. His mother used to read mythology books, history books, and the Bible to Indy when he was a boy and Indy has fond memories of going to church services with his mom (I headcanon Anna Jones as being a Jewish woman who converted to Catholicism after Indy was born, so Indy is also Jewish by ethnicity). Indy was devastated when his mom died from scarlet fever when he was 12. His dad, Henry Sr, wasn’t really around because it seemed to Indy that he cared more about people who were dead for 5,000 years in different countries than he did about Indy. He also has fond memories of playing and snuggling with the family dog. Indy misses his mom a lot. He also has fond memories of celebrating Passover and Hanukkah at his Bubbe’s house and helping her make Hanukkah dinner. He also has fond memories of his Bubbe reading the Tanakh to him.

ൠ - random headcanon

I headcanon that Indiana is Autistic and has Generalized Anxiety Disorder. His special interests are history and archaeology. Indy stims by fidgeting with his hat, fidgeting with his fingers, touching archeological finds, spinning his dreidel, rubbing his whip handle, looking at hour glasses, mimicking accents, pacing, hand flapping, listening to his favorite songs repeatedly, listening to the sound of fireplaces, singing (especially Ashira Ladonai), listening to songs in different languages, baking challah bread, and touching soft or tweed cloths. Indy also loves learning new languages (hence why he’s a polyglot, which comes in handy for his job). Indy’s sensory issues are scratchy fabrics, high-pitched sounds (Willie’s high screaming was sensory hell for Indy), chemical smells, and yucky foods (steak, mushrooms, canned tuna, smelly cheeses). Indy can talk about his special interests for hours (which is why he loves being a professor), but sometimes he’ll go nonverbal when he gets overwhelmed.

#indiana jones #indiana jones headcanon

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teddybeartoji · 18 days

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fuck it. i'm headcanoning toji as a movie buff. he doesn't really bring it up, only shiu knows about it and you find about it super randomly. like you're watching smth and he just knows the movie by just looking at the tv for a second???? and you're like??? hello?? have you seen this??? and he says no??????? he just knows about it?????? and then proceeds to sit and watch it with you (he pulls your feet onto his lap btw this is important information).

toji likes films from the 80's & 90's the most – blade runner, scream, alien, the indiana jones films, evil dead, the matrix, se7en, the big lebowski, etc etc. he likes comedy and he likes action but he isn't afraid to watch the oscar baits either. honorary mentions to death proof and kill bill and ocean's eleven.

and i whole-heartedly believe he would pull some "um actually☝🤓" shit on you out of nowhere too?????? he definitely likes to make fun of your film choices but he isnt't actually picky and i think he's willing to watch just about everything. he laughs very loudly at the stupidest jokes btw. and also infodumps about weapons and fighting and points out every single time somebody holds a gun in a weird way or when an injury is unrealistic. he's scoffing and rolling his eyes but doesn't stop watching it bc it's so entertaining to watch people be stupid.

if you're younger than him, he most certainly pretends to NOT be surprised if you know the older films, he definitely tries to act a little pretentious lmao. but he is happy if you show interest in the films he likes even if they aren't your favourite. oh and i also think that he would LOVE is you asked him questions. bear with me bear with me - he acts like he's annoyed, probably places his hand on your mouth when you're laying down on his lap but then answers anyway. he answers every time.

he likes going to the cinema aswell. he always sits in the last row and he always buys popcorn (obvs). ANDAND AND he takes gumi and tsumiki to the cinema regularly too. buys them all of the sweets and popcorn they want. holds gumi's little hand as they walk up the stairs. gets super into the cartoons, leans toward the screen and everything. anyway he's silly. i luv him. thanks for listening.

#this headcanon is specifically for ME thanks #he's my silly old man #he likes going to the cinema too #bc i said so #always sits in the very top row and he always buys popcorn #always always always #he's my indiana jones actually #he's a proper dad what can i say #mickey is daydreaming #i'm gonna have an infodump-off with him #toji #toji fushiguro #toji headcanons #jjk toji

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hanasnx · 6 months

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MINORS DNI 18+ ༄

"Green, green thunder and the loud, loud rain / Lead our woes asunder / 'Neath the proud, proud veins." — Purity Ring. (2011). Lofticries.

彡 ch: indiana jones 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ nothing but trouble

smut ¡! ❞

✩ temple of doom

other ¡! ❞

✩ dance

彡 ch: brian o'conner 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ prompt #13

other ¡! ❞

✩ nonverbal

彡 ch: the great protector 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

other ¡! ❞

✩ a call to you

彡 ch: jake peralta 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ moves

彡 ch: abed nadir 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smut ¡! ❞

✩ life in technicolor

smutty ¡! ❞

✩ too bad i forget

other ¡! ❞

✩ autistic!reader

彡 ch: patrick bateman 「 � 」

── drabbles ┆ ABOUT 1K OR LESS.

smut ¡! ❞

✩ hip to be square

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jellymish-reblogblog · 3 months

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So anyway, I've been thinking about Sam Vimes again lately, as you do, and I came to the conclusion that he vehemently objects to anyone calling his son "Sam Jr."

Because 1: That would make him "Sam Sr." and, though technically true, he won't stand for that, and 2: Sam Vimes wants his son to be his own person and: "I mean, imagine everyone calling him Junior! Nobody likes being called Junior! He's going to end up naming himself after one of the bloody dragons!"

#headcanon #sam vimes #young sam #discworld #terry pratchett #it is indeed an indiana jones reference #well spotted

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good-shoulders · 1 year

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#Lucasfilm really said Star Wars but Indiana jones #star wars #star wars bad batch #star wars tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb headcanons #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb season 2 #tbb tech #bad batch #tbb #tbb wrecker #the bad batch #the bad batch star wars

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thelegitcasper · 9 months

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hear me out: remus lupin as Indiana Jones.

he's a professor and famous archaeologist.

the aesthetic matches up.

the damsel in distress? sirius black, of course.

YO SHOULD I WRITE THIS AS A FIC?

#remus lupin as indiana jones #remus lupin #remus being remus #the marauders era #welcome back ao3 #the marauders #marauders era #marauders headcanons #marauders fandom #marauders #harry potter marauders #indiana jones #indiana jones au #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #sirius black #sirius being sirius #wolfstar

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spider-bren · 10 months

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Things I noticed about Klaber when watching Dial of Destiny (IJ5) :

- feet on table

- uses a hand exercise machine

- absolutely appalling at German

- killed before (one shot, one kill)

- likes killing

- likes punching people

- very strong

- VERY broad (and tall. Look at those legs)

- drinks cola

- trigger happy

- ass looks good in tight suits

- looks at boss like a little puppy

- looks to boss for approval

- kicks people out of planes

- protect boss at all costs

- loves when boss says Smart things or puts someone in their place

- always does what boss says

- stares at boss like STARES all the time (Helena was explaining and he was only looking at Voller up and down looking at how he was reacting to her speech and watched him place that cigg in his mouth)

- Reaches for Voller who grabs his arm and helps him across the bridge

Things I headcanon about Klaber:

- he's fruity (bc as a bi man I'm allowed to say this)

- met Voller when he was 19

- cat dad

- killed someone by accident the first time

- submissive (or switch)

- drinks gin and tonic

- green is his favourite colour

- he's got good aim from duck hunting (if you get my Narcos reference ily lets be friends)

- he orders cocktails not to drink but to play with the little umbrella that comes with it and puts it in his mouth

- used to work on motorcycles and has his own one that he drives Voller around in when he doesn't use the car

- actually likes to read but not books more like travel guides and joke books. he only bought the German book so he can impress (annoy) Voller

#klaber #boyd holbrook #indiana jones 5 #dial of destiny #headcanon #headcanons by me #i love klaber sm

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babbushka · 10 months

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Indy AU Headcanons

The first time Dr. Jones meets his son, it’s summer of 1943 and he’s hanging upside down in a cave in Egypt, having sprung a trap meant for far stupider men.

To say that it’s a shock to see him, this man, claiming to be his son, is an understatement. But then again, Indiana had had his fair share of dalliances with women over the years.

It was odd to see Ben, it was odd his name was Ben. It was odd there were so many things about him that he had no clue about. He wonders if Ben would ever share them, or if the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, would always remain.

You weren’t helping the cause, and you knew it. Dr. Jones had been your mentor for four years now, but you’d known him for years prior to that. He was your professor and your boss, but he was also a friend -- or rather, a friend of your parents.

Once upon a time, Indiana used to come around for family dinners. Now, you’re lucky if you can get him to scarf down a proper meal in between the way he pours himself into his books. “70% of Archaeology is done in the museum,” as he would always say.

Ben takes after his father in one regard -- stubbornness. From the moment he joins your team, rather unwillingly, he is argumentative, antagonistic, and a downright pain. He’s too used to being alone, doing things his way, that much you can gather from the first 12 hours with him.

But...after the first 12 hours, and then 24, and then 48, and somewhere along the way, you find that you really enjoy his company. He’s a pain in your ass, yes, but he’s smart and funny and intense. He’s chivalrous and kind in his own way, even if he never smiles. At least Dr. Jones smiles.

By the time you’re stateside, resuming your post at Marshall College with the two of them -- because of course Ben tags along -- you find yourself in a tricky situation: you’ve grown feelings for them both.

And so begins one of the more difficult decisions the three of you have to make...deciding how this particular adventure ends.

#indiana jones x reader #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #indiana jones au #headcanons #adcu #adam driver fanfic #adcu fanfic #indiana jones x ben solo x reader

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Having A Family With Indiana Jones Would Include:

Indiana Jones X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Indy's mother (Mentioned) and Indy's father (Mentioned)

Requested

WC: 2,007

Warnings: Pregnant Reader, kids, morning sickness, throwing up mentioned, sickness mentioned, snakes mentioned, bad guys mentioned, overprotective Indy, insecure Indy, birthing mentioned (very brief), slight angst, family fluff, and fluff

Now, you and Indiana weren't really planning on having kids so soon. Actually, he had just gotten back from another adventure when he found out. And, usually you went with him on his adventures, going to far off places in search of ancient treasures. But, you hadn't been feeling well lately, and Indiana begged you to stay, no matter how much you told him it was just a simple cold; he hoped, for your sake, it'd go away soon. He had missed you when he left for Peru. Now, he just couldn't wait to pull you into his arms and tell you about the lost city of gold he had found.

Opening up the front door, Indy called out to you, seeing the living room empty. You usually sat in the big armchair with a book, but you weren’t today. Shrugging it off, he shut the door and tossed his beloved hat on the hook by the door. A bit paranoid, as he was from so many adventures and bad guys hunting him down, Indy checked each room; observant as he searched for you. Stopping at the bathroom, his fear of you missing left and worry overtook it. Inside, he could clearly hear you throwing up. A deep frown crept on his face as he raised his fist and gently knocked on the door with his knuckles.

Coming out, you held a small cloth to your lips as you looked up at the love of your life. You gave him a small smile, looking tired; your hair sticking out at odd angles. Indy was quick to ask if you were alright, if he needed to call his friend, who was a doctor. But, you simply shook your head, confusing Indy even more. Your smile never left your face as you led Indy to the living room, sitting down beside him as you took his hands in yours. You gazed over the man in front of you, seeing that he hadn't had the chance to change out his adventure attire, his boots were still laced, and his hat wasn't on. Looking into his brown eyes, you answered his unsaid question.

"I'm pregnant."

Let's just say, Indy stared at you for a very long time. It was like he was underwater, your voice muffled and so far away. It did worry you, your smile turning into a frown as you just simply stared right back up at him. Thankfully, he got out of whatever he was in and was quick to vanquish your doubts and worries.

Indy was gentle pulling you into a long-awaited hug. His arms wrapping around your waist as you wrapped yours around his neck, breathing out a sigh of relief.

For the first couple weeks, Indy always made sure you had everything you could possibly ever need.

Do you need a massage? Want him to brush your hair? Rub your feet? He'd do anything to make sure you are comfortable.

You'd argue with him that you weren't in pain or anything just yet, the baby was smaller than a poppy seed at best. But, if he really wanted to... A massage sounded wonderful.

Indy would even stay home from his adventures. He couldn't leave you alone, especially pregnant with his child. You'd have to convince him to still teach at the college though, Indy would try to get out of leaving the house in general to take care of you.

Soon, you would start showing, and Indy was in awe. You'd be lying on the couch when he'd come home from teaching, pausing when he found you just gazing down at your stomach in such adoration.

He’d be hesitant at first, in asking to touch your growing bump, but after you gently coax him over. Placing his large hand on your warm belly, he froze, not wanting to hurt you or the baby. But, after a while, the fear would subside and he'd smile.

After two months, you'd be lying in your bed and feel your baby kick. You'd call to Indy, not wanting him to miss it. Running in, he'd be worried that something was wrong until he saw the excited smile on your face. You’d take Indy’s hand, pressing it to where you felt the kick.

Indy would freak out, internally, when he felt a small kick. And then another. His eyes would grow comically wide. As his heart would pound and feel like it was going to explode with the love he was feeling for both you, and the baby.

In the beginning, Indy would worry. Worry that he wouldn't be a good father. He'd worry he would turn into his father.

He didn't voice these concerns out loud for a while, but somehow, you knew. And, you were quick to let him know the complete opposite.

From then on, Indy believed you.

Indy would be careful when you both went to bed, having a large belly already, and you'd lay on your back. Indy would scoot beside you, making sure you were comfortable and everything before he'd gently wrap his arm around your waist.

Every night before bed, Indy would read to you and the baby, from old folktales of mysterious treasure to Shakespeare, at your request.

Per doctor's orders, Indy would help you exercise, taking small laps around the couch, or your small garden.

At this point, Indy would take family leave and spend every moment making sure you and the baby were alright. Getting you tea, food, helping you to the bathroom; everything.

Time would fly by, and Indy was quick to make sure the two of you had everything you needed for your little bundle of joy. Setting up Indy's office into the baby's new room. Having bought a cradle, toys, and clothes.

Surprisingly, Indy would take great joy designing the room a bit. Hanging up a framed photo of you and him on one of the many adventures you had gone on.

"Baby has to know how amazing his parents are." He’d say as you waddled your way into the baby's room.

Another thing you found out was your cravings. Pickles and mayo were your main one. Cheese and sour cream was a very close second.

Indy didn't know, but you heard him when he talked to the baby, thinking you were asleep. You'd stay up listening to Indy retelling your baby stories of his adventures. Or just telling your baby that he was excited to meet them. That one always made you emotional. You couldn’t help but fall deeper in the love you had for him.

"I can't wait until you're here. And once you're big enough, I'm taking you to Egypt. And Peru, Brazil, London, Greece, Italy…"

Finally, after nine beautiful months of swollen ankles, weird food cravings, and a protective Indy… You gave birth.

Indy would be right at your side, holding your hand as it tightly clutched his. Couching you as you breathed in and out. At the doctor's commands, you pushed and pushed and push-

"Congratulations! It's twins!"

TWINS!?

A boy, and a girl. Both seven pounds, six ounces.

Anna Mary Jones, in homage to Indiana's mother, and James Walter Thomas Jones, in homage of your brother, and Indy's middle name.

Indiana would be a bit spooked at first in taking care of his kids. He'd sort of not really know what to do. He didn’t want to hurt them, or drop them when he held them. And change a diaper? He'd have to watch you do it first to really get the hang of it.

It would be a challenge to take care of two babies, but you two were ready for anything.

Indy would start the day with the sounds of his children crying, groaning as he got out of bed and went to get the babies their food. He'd let you sleep in, after all, you did hold Anna and James for nine months. You needed the rest.

He'd place both babies in their high chairs, using both hands to scoop a little bit of baby food on each spoon and feed his babies; wiping up their mess when needed.

He was quick to learn that Anna was a little stubborn angel who didn't like carrots. And, James loved everything Indy and you fed him, but always made a big mess.

In the toddler years, Indy would have fun dressing his kids up in somewhat matching outfits, the only difference were the colors. Anna favored yellow, while James favored green.

For the twin's birthday, he went out and bought them clothing that matched his adventure attire. The photo of the two baby adventurers was framed over the mantel.

Now, Anna was a huge daddy's girl. She loved to go on adventures with Indy. To the living room, bedroom, through the garden… She'd crawl everywhere she could to find Indy if he was missing.

You were James’s favorite, never wanting to leave your arms when you held him. He'd also follow you around the house, dragging his plush stuffed bunny behind him as he waddled around; only to get distracted by the tv or his toys in the end.

Both kids had Indy's hair color, yet your hair type. Anna though, had your eyes, nose, but Indy's mouth. James had your nose, yet Indy's mouth and eyes. And it worked, both of your babies were incredibly adorable.

One time you even caught Indy telling them so. Coming home from the grocery store to see him holding both of the toddlers in his lap as he told them how cute they looked, earning giggles from both.

“Indy, honey, don’t inflate their egos.”

Both you and Indy would tell your kids stories. From your adventures in Egypt, to Brazil and Colombia.

Even though they were angels most of the time, they were little troublemakers too.

You blamed Indy for that.

"No. James. You can't put that in your mouth. That's an ancient 16th century book on the Mayans."

"Anna, no, that's not food, sweetie. That's King Aker's chalice. I still need to send that to the museum."

A lot of bubble baths, the twins loved playing with their bath toys.

Anna loved splashing. And her laugh was infectious when she splashed the water, accidentally getting both yours and Indy’s faces wet. But, how could you get mad at her?

James was the quieter type, rather than splashing, he’d play with rubber ducks, squeezing water out of their mouths; sometimes hitting his sister.

Your kids were quick to start school, and Indy would miss them like crazy. So did you, obviously. You and Indy planned it where he'd take them to school in the mornings and you'd pick them up after school when Indy was still working at the college.

Indy would be a very protective father. He’d keep an eye on them at all times, and he'd be there for you when things became more difficult.

After some convincing from you, Indy let his father meet Anna and James. The twins loved their grandfather.

Once the kids were old enough, Indy booked a flight to Egypt, just like he promised. Anna and James were beyond excited, unable to stay still in their seats as they tried to fight for the window seat.

You showed the kids the pyramids and the great sphinx statue. They were amazed at Egyptian culture and the adventures you and Indy went on.

"Dad! Dad! Did you really get stuck in a pit of snakes?"

"Yeah, kid. Don't remind me."

Taking that trip, you and Indy both began to miss traveling and finding treasure. But, neither of you missed the near-death experiences or the snakes.

On your plane ride back home, you sighed, leaning your head on Indy's shoulder as you watched as your twins took their nap; tired after the long week. Indy's hand held yours, his thumb caressing over your knuckles slowly as he rested his eyes; hat over his eyes. You knew, for sure, that out of all your adventures; this was your favorite.

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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it’s dbf!indy anon and I finally had a thought!!!

looking at old photos of your dad and indy with dbf!indy, and just being like “wow I would’ve smashed younger you” or “you’ve just gotten more handsome with age” or like, subtly flirting and he’s trying so hard to not flirt back bc he’s still trying to forget that he finds you attractive

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (due to an age gap), minors dni.

Your dad seems to have been a whole other person before he'd settled down with your mom. You've never seen this side of him before, the cocky young man pictured beside Dr. Jones at a dig site, squinting into the sun and marred with dirt. Now he's neat, proper, and wouldn't spent days at a dig site if he was offered millions of dollars.

Dr. Jones is even more jarring to look at. There's a layer of rugged scruff on his face in the picture, his shirt hanging half open over his chest and sweat lining his brow. His sleeves are torn off in the photos, probably due to the sweltering heat they're working in, though you wonder if having his skin exposed left him vulnerable to sunburns. He doesn't look burnt, only gorgeously tanned, and you marvel over the man he used to be.

"That's you?" You ogle at a shot of him standing atop a carrier plane, lugging crates of god knows what into the hold. The cut-off sleeves give you a fantastic view of the muscles in his arms bulging while he lifts the boxes, and you only wish you'd have been there in person to avoid the slightly grainy quality to the film. It's a precarious position he's in, one that you wouldn't expect from the proper professor beside you.

"That's me," He drawls, "You like my hair?"

It's not combed, laying fluffy and natural over his forehead. There's a hat hanging from his belt, and you're surprised it hadn't messed up the strands of hair that flop so naturally over his head.

"it's different," You laugh, turning to face him. He'd been peering over your shoulder to see the pictures you're looking at, so when you turn, you're rather close. He doesn't move away, though, not even as you study him with a discerning gaze.

"You're proper-handsome now." You decide, "The gelled hair, the glasses, the suits-and-ties. But you used to be rugged-handsome." You flip to the next page, showcasing him caught sleeping against a load of cargo in the tiny plane.

You're too focused on the photos to notice him watching you, jaw working to tighten his lazy grin so that it doesn't turn upside down. He's fighting an internal battle, he knows he shouldn't be attracted to you but he is, and he can't decide whether he'll allow himself to accept your compliments or not.

"See?" You point to his posture, toned arms stretched up and over his head, his hat over his face to block out the sun, "That's a picture they'd put in one of those super-sexy firefighter-of-the-month calendars. The muscles, the open shirt, the thighs on display..." You muse, tracing over each feature you name.

He's torn. You're complimenting him, openly, brazenly. He knows he's not taking advantage of you, you're coming to him, but something about it seems so forbidden that he almost can't respond. But he's well-acquainted with danger, with the exhilaration of doing something he shouldn't, so he lets a chuckle escape, "Yeah? You think I'd make it as a sexy firefighter?"

"Oh, for sure," You nod, like you think you're reassuring his insecurities, "Just lose the shirt and swap it for suspenders, Indy, you'd fit right in."

"Really," He marvels your bold nature, unable to stop from laughing again, "Well sweetheart, maybe you 'oughta take the pictures for me. Pose me, oil me up, that sorta thing."

"Deal," You grin, turning back to face him again, still not backing away from your tantalizingly close proximity, "Should I bring socks to stuff your crotch with?"

"No need," Indiana assures you, his drawl never having been cockier, "I've got that covered myself, sweetheart."

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alloftheimaginesblog · 9 months

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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.

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polikszena · 10 months

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There's one thing I'm sure about after watching the last Indiana Jones movie: Indy and Helena often cook together.

And it ends up in a fight almost every time.

#indiana jones #indiana jones spoilers #dial of destiny #helena shaw #headcanon thingy

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mysadcorner · 2 years

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River Phœnix Dating Headcanons

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• River would be one of the most gentle humans you would ever experience or witness in your life, both platonically and romantically. Whether the two of you were being intimate or were just spending some quiet quality time together, he would treat you like you could break at any second - he constantly makes you feel like the rarest treasure in the world.

• River would get quite upset if you didn’t share most of his key values - and the relationship also wouldn’t progress far if that was the case too. He needs someone who can appreciate things in life similarly to how he does as he often feels outcasted from the majority of people he finds himself surrounded by. You end up providing a safe space. A place he can feel safe and freely open up about what he’s thinking with someone who knows exactly what he’s going through.

• Most days he likes to spend his time having peaceful alone time with you, or just surrounded by you and his friends without the stresses of needing to go out and party or keep up the Hollywood image he needs to maintain. In this way, he feels more genuine and knows that the people around him aren’t there for publicity - and he’s able to enjoy your company with the private time he’s given so little of.

• River loves to include you in welfare and animal rights activities that he takes part of, and depending on how public the two of you are being with certain charities the two of you may even become public figures for the ones you help. And he definitely wouldn’t be selfish about this. If you were to ever mention a cause or charity that you felt was doing genuine good for the world then he would spend time working with them because he knows how much it would mean to you - and he’s the type of person that can’t sit back and do nothing, so helping would be the only option in his mind.

• He absolutely loves having you around his family. He’s extremely close to all of his siblings, so you end up becoming good friends with them very quickly and may even spend time with them when you’re away from River due to them being close to you. Nothing makes him happier than seeing you all get along as he views it as his family finally having the thing that would make it complete to him and he could never imagine what it would be like without you once you’ve joined.

• River doesn’t get jealous, but he does definitely get protective. He knows what kind of people he’s surrounded by and not all of them he can honestly say are good people as much as he wish he could. He knows immediately who he can trust so he makes sure that you know who he wants you to stay away from. He loves you so much and will always know that in the back of his mind the two of you are perfect for each other and therefore won’t be leaving him for anyone else any time soon - and would certainly never accuse you of cheating.

• After having a well established relationship with you, River tries to stay sober a lot more often than he previously would ever try to. This is because he’s realised that he can’t fully enjoy your conversations with him or take in all of your beauty when he’s not fully sober and since he cherishes you so deeply he tries his best to make sure he can appreciate you as best as he can. This also comes down to him wanting to better himself for you and be the perfect man as best as he can attempt (as he thinks that if he can try to make the world a better place he can always try to make himself better too).

• River likes to play with your hands, or make sure he’s always touching you, in the moments he feels overwhelmed or anxious. This is especially when he’s out in public or at an even on a day that he feels that he should have stayed home or been somewhere with less public interaction. Knowing that he can also feel you comes as a great reassurance to him and calms him down quite a lot in a very short span of time and it reminds him that whatever situation he is in is only temporary so he will later be able to have alone and calm time with you later.

• Sometimes the two of you sit together in a comfortable silence as he writes and plays music - much of which the world would never get to hear. You both find it a very calm way of expressing your feelings to each other and it helps to strengthen your bond together. Whatever River finds difficult to say out loud he writes into his songs, and the majority of what he writes has a deeper meaning that only you or very few other people understand and can point out.

• River likes you to hold him on the days he feels down. Usually he cuddles himself into you while you play with his hair (which he especially loves) as it calms him down much more than any other form of trying to relax would and you being around immediately puts him in a better mood. The way you each understand each other makes it very easy to figure out when something is wrong with the other - and even easier to figure out what will help the situation.

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