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Like Me Pt. 2

Tarzan! Miguel O'Hara x Scientist ! Reader

Art by Rendraws21 on X

WARNINGS: Mildly suggestive, power dynamics, emotional distress, endangering situations, Kraven being an asshole.

Summary: Your savior proves himself to be very much real.

A|N: Hope you like! I know you're waiting smut. Just bare with it! ;w; Reblogs and feedback are always welcome ❤️

Previous Miguelverse Main Masterlist

Kraven didn't dally and ordered the camp to be settled. The spot was rather good. A prime source of water and food next to you all, soil sturdy and perfect for withstanding the hard hammering of the tools that nailed the bases for the tents.

And after hours of bickering, russian cursing, more work and the crew doctor patching your arm up, the camp was settled and food served.

Each bite not only felt heavenly, but was scarfed down. You couldn't care less if Peter looked your way, mildly disgusted and surprised of your manners, or rather the lack of them while eating.

It was the least you deserved after surviving a ship sinking, getting lost in the jungle, being chased by a giant Jaguar and a man that left more questions than answers.

Who was he? More important, How had he survived all these years on his own?

After a second plate and extra slices of bread, one of the men approached and announced the readiness of your tent. One of the things you asked in your contract. To have your own, cause as much as you trusted Peter, there was nothing better than to have your own space and privacy in the midst of an unhealthy amount of testosterone surrounding you.

"We've eaten, replenished, and blah blah. What happened?" Peter mumbled while picking his and your plate together.

You shook your head softly as another crew member passed by. You didn't trust them, and Kraven had proved to be unpredictable.

One minute he cared for his crew and the other he was leaving you to fend for yourselves. But as long as you did your job, you wouldn't be part of the russian's guessing dangerous games.

"Kraven said we'd have to make do with the little tools we have. He spent a good time of the day trying to get some signal for the radio."

"Any luck?"

"None so far." Peter mumbled as he took your things inside your tent.

A hammock was the bed, a few boxes and other storage things were placed in a corner. A chalkboard and your investigation books in another corner and against all odds, a little broken mirror that acted as a poor attempt of a vanity ontop of another wooden box. Your hairbrush rested next to it. Whoever arranged it, at least had the consideration to make it as comfortable looking as possible.

In total, you had a couple of shirts and skirts left to use. The rest remained on the sea, floating and drifting away with unknown course.

Peter excused to go change himself and you seized the chance to do the same. Catching a cold in the jungle wasn't in your priorities list. Not with reduced medicine and victuals.

You put on a dry set and combed your hair out as much as you could. Peter joined you a couple of minutes later.

The fire cracked and sparked alive as the crew surrounded it. The day had been chaotic at best and everyone tried to soothe the nerves in their own way. Some drank, others sang, others talked and soon Kraven joined.

Others simply went to sleep. Too tired to keep up after a well deserved meal.

"So..." Peter started while sitting before you, a rag and some tubs on his hands. He was cleaning the remaining pieces of your equipment.

"Promise me you won't talk to anyone about this. And I mean it, Parker."

"I'm a geologist, not a snitch."

"I'm... kinda scared of what might happen if Kraven finds out"

"Now you're scaring me. What happened back there?"

"I know... who killed the beast Kraven is skinning." A gulp rolled down your throat upon remembering the lurid scene displaying before your eyes

"Wait... you said, who?"

A nod from you and Peter paled.

"We're not alone, that's for sure."

Peter rubbed his hands against his face, an exasperated groan escaped him.

"He's taller than Kraven."

"Bullshit." Peter mumbled almost immediate, surprised at your words.

"I'm not bullshittin' you Parker!" You had to hush your voice and soon grabbed a sketch notebook and begun tracing and drawing.

"He's freaking tall, long hair and he's naked. Well, not naked but a loincloth is everything but clothes if you think about it."

Peter frowned suspiciously as his hand pressed on your skin, to see if your body temperature had increased. Jungle fever was one of the worst things a human could suffer when away from their homeland. Cause he refused to believe anything of the nonsense that came out of your mouth was true.

A man taller than Sergei? Impossible. He was tall, but Sergei had been one of the tallest and well built men he had ever came across with.

"What are you doing?" You pushed his hands away and frowned.

"I'm sorry, I do want to believe you but.."

"I'm telling you the truth, Pete! He had... This... red hue on his eyes and fangs!"

"Fangs?" The incredulity in Peter couldn't be hidden the more he listened to your apparent rave.

"He's fucking strong, Pete. He was holding that beast by his tail! and then fought body to body against it! and He's so damn touchy. No respect for personal space!."

"And what? He smashed the jaguar to death and then kissed you?"

"Yes!" You nodded but quickly frowned when Peter tittered on his seat, unable to keep the mirth away.

"Why are you laughing?!"

"I'm sorry. You know we've been friends since college, but you seriously can't expect me to believe that, Dally."

A short for Dalhberg. The surname that put your name out in the researcher's map in London, upon discovering and naming another type of daisy and named it after you. The Dalhberg Daisy.

"You believe in the freaking Queen but refuse to believe in this?"

"I believe in the Queen's acquisitive power, nothing else. Cause I've seen it!" He explained, skeptical.

You showed him the sketch and shoved it to his hands.

"Look at that! That's exactly how he looks like!"

Peter sighed and raked over his eyes on the semi-crumpled paper sheet. Sharp features, a strong jaw and deep eyes.

"Yeah, a haircut would make him look better though." he chuckled, "Look, I know it's been a long day for us... let's rest, ok? We've got another tomorrow."

With a frown you removed the sketchbook away and tossed it on the makeshift vanity.

"He's real." you pointed at the sketchbook

"Okay, okay. He's real. We can discuss it all tomorrow when we're less tired, alright?" He held your shoulders, trying to ease your rising anger.

But you quickly removed his hands from you, hurt that your best friend didn't believe you. "Whatever. Goodnight."

Peter left with a defeated sigh and soon you cuddled in your hammock.

"I know he's real." With a huff, you pushed the pillow closer to your face, letting the day's weight to finally crash on you.

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The loud bangs of a gunshot echoed through the bright blue skies, frightening any local fauna that rested comfortably, like you, that nearly fell out the hammock from the initial jumpscare.

With a heavy exhale, and rub of your eyes you geared up for the day.

This time Kraven was thoughtful enough to give you a weapon. A small knife with enough sharp to slice and dice through anything weak enough to perish under the blade.

And soon everyone gathered to the morning structions. Kraven split up the crew in three parts. The first group of men would go to the beach to recover as much equipment as they could. The second group would be in charge to set up traps and hunt down for food. And the third one, meaning Peter, you, two more men and himself would go explore and study the jungle in order to gain any sort of information of new potential species.

You carried a small backpack, filled with your sketchbook, pencils, some essay and sample tubes and some snacks in case Kraven decided to return until dinner time.

And after a quick breakfast of oatmeal and fruits, everyone left.

Peter walked behind Sergei, guiding the group whenever the mercenary asked him to. You were in the middle as the other two men trailed with their guns behind.

Morning slowly poured into hours. Tortuous, running at the speed of a snail. Each breathing felt like adding more to the waiting, bringing your nerves to a much annoyed stance.

But it quickly melted away upon finding your first discovery.

The grass laid pressed in a circular pattern on the ground. The leaves were placed strategically, as if used as cushions in great amounts. A couple of fruit carcasses laid next to them. Discarded and forgotten.

"Look at that" The excitement in your voice beyond evident. You crouched to see if there was any other clues to your growing suspicion.

Kraven and Peter stopped upon you crouching to the floor.

"What is it?" Kraven pulled his gun from it's holster and walked over you.

"These are nests!"

"Nests?" His brow quirked and you nodded vigorously, to then count the spots. Around six in total.

"You know what that means? They live in packs! Gorillas live in packs!"

"About damn time we found something." Kraven nodded, pleased as he helped you up to then mark a spot in his map.

"Good job, Dalhberg."

Praised the mercenary before moving.

When the sun got high enough and Peter discovered some other findings like rare minerals, the group decided to take a break nearby a lake.

The five of you sat down and ate whatever thing you got left from breakfast.

Once you were done, you took your backpack, pencil and sketchbook with you.

"Where are you going?" Kraven grumbled after gulping down the water from his canteen.

"Saw some specimens of plants Id like to register. Won't take long."

"You better return as soon as possible, understood?"

The mercenary warned and you nodded while walking away from the tree. Excited to partake in the things you were brought and paid to do.

Your first specimen was a moss plant, then a new type of orchid. A fish, some birds and more plants. Even though you studied everything alive, the plants were your speciality.

You put the little backpack in a a nearby trunk as you sat down to draw yet another orchid. The place seemed flooding with them.

Engrossed beyond wits to notice you had drifted off a bit too far from the group and a little too late a baboon sniffing and ransacking your backpack.

"H-Hey! Hey! -The baboon took the backpack away, excited and driven by the tinkling within "Get back here!"

The animal hopped on the trees before you could catch it, with graceful and effortless agility, to finally stop to a sturdy looking and serpent-like shaped trunk above the middle of a swamp.

As much as you wanted to let the monkey get away with it all, you didn't want to face Kraven's anger for losing the last bit of equipment and delay the investigation. You didn't know when the next ship would arrive. None did actually.

It's hoots and chirping only increased the more things he pulled out of your backpack. The tubs shattered as they fell off.

"Stop it!" you shrieked while hopping onto the trunk with wobbly and uneven steps.

The monkey hooted louder until it started shrieking, as if mocking you whenever your balance failed and you were forced to crawl over the top.

"God, I swear... if I catch you, I'm so making an article on how annoying you are!"

The baboon just screeched at your silly threat once more before leaving your backpack pending from a twig as he jumped way through the stretched branches that favored him like open arms, with your bag of seeds.

Your breath hitched when the trunk creaked and some cracking around the base perked up your ears.

Shit.

You couldn't stop and return crawling from where you came from, not when the backpack was oh so close to be reached and your nightmare to be over.

With a deep breath, you crawled closer and closer. Paused breaths turned controlled, but quickly grunted when the hem of your skirt stuck in a jagged branch.

"No, no" You whined and pulled away, the trunk creaked harder and you immediately hugged the trunk.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" with a firm yet calculated yank, you ripped the fabric away, freeing yourself although losing a good chunk of front coverage.

A thunderous crack made your breath hitch and you moved forward as the trunk stuttered midair. It was then your eyes actually considered the generous and dangerous distance from your position to the murky water. But the backpack dangling before you, edged you to take a risky decision.

Or you took the backpack and threw it on land, hoping to take the least damage as possible or jumping to that other branch to avoid falling to the water.

None of them happened as the tree dipped forward, and with a dying groan, the cracks widened, tearing the feeble base of the trunk, unable to support your weight any longer.

As in slow motion, you saw the murky water closer and closer and closer, until nothing but darkness swallowed you whole. Cold and muddy water hit you, suffocating your body with enraged water that fought hard to drown you.

Your hands were the only thing that made it out as they failed. The sub aquatic flora begun their tangling in your boots and legs, pulling you down.

Your lungs burned as some water seeped through, the backpack sunk deeper and deeper. Like a sacrifice in exchange of your life. Because a strong pair of tanned hands pulled you with a powerful yank by the forearm, out of the water before death and crocodiles owned it.

Your head too dizzy to actually understand what was happening. Your eyes could only see the landscape sliding smoothy underneath your feet, like if you were flying.

Am I dead? Dead people don't fly, do they?

You shrieked as soon as your eyes looked upwards. Powerful and solid thighs held tightly on the growing vines, that spurted from underneath the gigantic trees, as one of his hand took your arm gently to suddenly pull you up in the air and catch you in his arms.

Your instincts told you to hold onto him as the other survival mode blared with danger alarms. The massive wall of solid muscles he had for a body was warm, full of scars and plush hair that did nothing but welcome your dizzy head on his chest.

The man quirked a brow at your sudden state. He frowned and quickly got over the foliage of a tree, before the pouring rain trapped you both.

You were put with ease against the solid and definitely not rotting trunk, and your body lurched to the side to expell away the swallowed water, clearing your airways.

A firm slap from his hand made your lungs to finally get some air as you gasped and coughed, all the while he watched you curiously.

You were drenched, against a tree, clothes sticking way too intimately against your shivering body, breathing like you were a first born, raged and fast. Lungs burned less.

Eyes finally widened when recognizing the man before you. Some fresh scars littered his Greek-god type physique.

"T-Thank you." You mumbled through clattering teeth and forced yourself to take a deep inhale to control the rising anxiety.

He grunted and approached. One of his hands slid gently under your chin to take a hold of your cheek. Your head instinctively melted into his heavenly body heat, and your eyes dared to shut for a minute. Relishing in the irradiating warmth his calloused hands provided.

He's so warm.

As if sensing the good deed, the man rubbed his hands on your cold arms, mindful of the patches around your arm, a couple of times before going back up to your cheeks and neck.

You gasped as soon as his hands were placed on your chest. His hands gently palming your breast but quickly let them go upon feeling your hardened nipples. You quickly covered your chest

He watched his hands, as if inspecting them for any damage when he felt the hardened nub, to then return to your arms, prying them away from your chest.

"Wait!"

You shrieked and he took both of your wrists with one hand and hovered them above your head, squishing them against the tree, softly. His eyes raked and took in every feature of you, before stopping at your chest again.

Your breath hitched as he slid the other hand inside your shirt. Cheeks turned impossibly warmer when he took one of your breasts and pulled it out of their confinements.

He examinated the perky mound with puppy wonder-like curiosity and then looked down his own chest. He frowned. His didn't swell like yours did.

"Wh-What are you doi-" you bit your lip as he poked your nipple, sniffed it and licked it. Earning a short mewl from you.

The sound startled him and he let you go.

"T- That's not a polite thing to do!"

You quickly put the breast back and swung your hand to slap him. You had to admit his reflexes were something else cause it caught it before it collided against his face.

"How dare you?!" You struggled to let your hand go, but stopped your outburst when his eyes watched your hands and brought them before his ever curious face.

His own hand reached up, and placed itself before yours, comparing the stretched and long digits against your smaller ones. They weren't the same size, that was much true, but the texture and lines he had were the same on yours.

His eyes shone brighter than any bewilderment. His mind had finally clicked together at the sudden epiphany that flooded his brain.

You were like him.

He pursed his lips before letting out an excited grunt. He backed away to create enough space for his arms to move freely.

He pointed to himself and spoke with the deepest yet excited voice he could manage.

"Miguel."

Your eyes went wide and you approached. He tried again while pointing at his chest.

"Mi guel."

"Miguel." His nose flared proudly and his throat grunted happily.

"Oh! I see!"

His ears perked up upon hearing your name.

"OhIsee!" He repeated.

But you quickly corrected him, with your name as you pointed to yourself and then called his name as you pointed at him.

A buttery crawl rolled down your spine as he mumbled your name.

"Exactly." you smiled.

He cupped your face again and mumbled your name once more. However, the sound of a gunshot tearing through the skies disrupted his attention from you and stood at the edge of the branch.

"Kraven" You gasped. Completely forgetting about him and the group.

Oh no...

Trouble was a tiny word of the deep neck shit you were into. Another shot rippled through, frightening the birds in the ratio.

"Kraven!" He repeated, excited.

Extraordinary. There wasn't any word to describe him better. He took you back, trapping you in between his muscular thighs and swinging through vines.

The more you approached the camp, the clearer you saw this massive black and brown spots moving away from the settlement.

Your hearth thumped with violence upon finally standing before a small group of gorillas, sniffing and hooting softly upon seeing Miguel.

Your savior wasted no time in pulling you closer to them. You shook your head, rightfully frightened.

"No, no, no wait!"

The gorillas huffed to then sniff your head, your clothes. Some even pulled at your hair softly, others examinated the clothes you were in.

Another gunshot echoed closely this time and it was loud enough to spook out the beasts out that pulled Miguel with them. You could only watch him, wide eyed, expectant. But he left.

"Miguel..."

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Kraven wasn't one for losing his temper with women. But you, had the annoying ability to make his patiece turn to dust in the least opportunes of moments.

"I asked you, where the fuck have you been?!"

He dragged you to the center of the crew and threw you on the floor.

"I told you, I almost drowned! Why do you think I'm like this?!"

Kraven spat a few words in his native language under his breath and grunted

"You lost your equipment, didn't you?"

"I... I tried to get it back but I almost drown in the swamp, Sergei!" you explained with nothing but the truth

"You can't swim, don't you bullshit me.!"

"I'm telling you the truth!"

"Then how you survived!?"

Peter frowned as he looked at you.

"I was saved. Ok? A man saved me!"

"A man?"

"He's... Not like us. He's taller than you and he saved me!" you kept pressing, hoping the angered mercenary understood that you didn't do anything in purpose to upset him.

"He knows how to swing through the vines! And dropped me here! His name is Miguel. "

Everyone stared with derision at you and Peter seemed concerned you stuck with your story so bad to the point of risking your own neck and reputation.

Kraven' brows furrowed into a scowl and soon he pulled his revolver out and pointed at you.

Your face turned to panic, as your hands rose shakily.

"A savage named Miguel helped you?"

"He did! Otherwise you'd still be looking for me."

Kraven snorted without removing the gun's aim from your body.

"Funny you think I'd waste my resources to look up for a stupid woman like you."

"Please, you have to believe me! I saw gorillas around the camp!"

Kraven removed the safety pin from the revolver, as if peeved you'd waste his time and resources into being an idiot and not doing your work as he required.

Time was ticking and he still had no news, and for you to be fantasizing about savages and doing stupid things such as endangering yourself had proved you weren't reliable.

"You're not reliable, anymore, Dahlberg."

"No! Sergei listen to me-"

He pointed the gun once more to you "I can't keep unreliable people within my crew."

"I'm not lying!" You pleaded with all your might and tears in your eyes, "Miguel is-"

Before Sergei could push the tip of his revolver on your head and shoot, the earth underneath rumbled, as Miguel fell in between you.

Real.

Kraven stepped back as the imaginary savage was now fully standing before him. His head had to crane up to meet his burning ember eyes.

Miguel's lips snarled at him, showing his fangs and beating his chest. A clear challenge for him to fight him.

A collective round of gasps echoed through the men, but when Miguel bared his teeth, they all pulled their guns and pointed at him

"Stop!" You yelled and quickly scrambled to your feet to take Miguel's hand and shake your head with determination.

"Don't hurt him!"

Peter immediately got himself before you and rose his arms, showing he was no armed.

"I'm sure we can reach an agreement here without filling eachother with bullets, gentlemen"

"Shut up, Parker!" Sergei seethed and with a deep flare of his nose, pointed the gun at Miguel again, but Peter grabbed the weapon and the shot tore through the air again.

"Kraven" Miguel grumbled at the gun shot sound.

Said mercenary could only watch him, nonplussed for a moment. While you, again, stood your ground before the behemoth of a man. Attempting your best at protecting him.

"Have... we met before?" Kravinoff spoke confused.

"I told you he could speak! And he is real!"

Miguel remained glued at your side. Everyone slowly put their weapons down as Kraven approached to take a proper look at Miguel, fascinated by his sheer size and build.

Peter had to admit, that it was the last time he'd ever doubt your words.

"You said you had seen gorillas?"

Again, you nodded and Miguel repeated the word.

"Miguel knows them. He could help us."

"Help us? The man barely understand us, but... It's better than nothing I suppose."

Sergei scrunched his face in confusion as Miguel took strands of your hair and sniffed them, his senses awakening in pure adrenaline. Throat grunted approvingly.

"Yeah... kind of understand the personal space thing now." Peter cleared his throat behind you. The rest kept looking to see but quickly were dismissed by their leader.

"Oh, shut up." You grumbled nervously as Miguel pulled your head to his chest once more, to listen to his powerful heartbeats.

"Yeah, it's very very nice." You chuckled nervously with a soft flush creeping your cheek.

"Nice." He repeated.

Kraven could only watch but if he was the link towards the gorillas, he'd seize the chance in every way he could.

"He's way smarter than you think."

"We're running against time, how would he understand us, Dhalberg?"

Miguel moved to inspect Kraven, mimicking his gestures effortlessly. Earning a giggle from you.

"Leave that to me."

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mrdiscophoria · 2 days

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Jungle man Halsin posing for his mate, Astarion to draw~

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 art #halsin #bg3 halsin #halsin silverbough #tarzan au #my art

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bandgie · 5 months

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Hi! I ABSOLUTELY LOVED your Beast of a Man tarzan!smut. Seriously it was so engaging and you wrote him so well (HES SO HOT AGHH). He's such a hot character idk why others don't write about him, I'm starved for Tarzan fics...

Could you please make a part 2 to the smut? You have such a great/smutty idea going I would love to see you continue it!!

It would mean everything to me!

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a/n: hi yes thank you so much and ofc! it's been so long since I've written smut on Tarzan so please bear with me! (fic anon is referring to here)

synopsis: You have successfully brought back the ape-man for research. Despite behaving like an animal, he's a lot more human in more ways than you originally thought.

warnings: MDNI 18+, recording during sex, oral (m!), 69ing, semi-public oral sex, cumming in mouth (m!&f!), rough throat fucking (f!rec), cum eating (m!&f!)

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"Who the fuck is this?!"

Your colleagues screamed and ran upon seeing who, more like what, you brought back to camp. They hopped up on tables and held up papers as weapons. They eyed you both wearily, on the verge of tears as you stood just a few feet away.

"I think that's a bit extreme," you sigh.

The ape-man was beside you, clinging onto your leg like a child would do with a mother. He, too, was very wary around these strangers. You could hear him grunting and pulling at you as if keeping you from getting too close.

Cute yes, but this would mean it would take a lot of work to build trust in the entire group.

Slowly, the fellow researchers began to try and communicate with the man. Talking slowly and softly, just like you showed them to. All of you agreed that this being could be the missing link, the answer to the question anthropologists have tried to find for decades.

It took over a month for everyone to be comfortable around one another, but of course, another issue was raised.

"So does he just not have a name?" Professor Porter asked.

As of now, you all were just calling him 'the ape-man' or 'hey you' to get his attention. It never crossed your mind to give him an actual name.

"We're not gonna name that beast," Clayton butted his way into the conversation. Clayton, as big and strong as he was, seems the most afraid of your new friend. He's hostile, rude, and arrogant. Even if the ape-man cannot understand the words thrown at him, he can feel them.

The best thing to do in these situations was to ignore Clayton, he just loves the sound of his own voice.

"No," you turn your attention back to the professor. "Not that I know of at least. Should we come up with one?"

"Oh great," there's heavy sarcasm laced in Clayton's voice. "Here you are naming a dog you're not even gonna keep."

"With no due respect Clayton, please shut the fuck up," Terk, the youngest of you, speaks. Terk is small for his age, but he has built. A hairy man who's lively, talkative, and one of the natives that live here. He and the ape-man get along well, a little too well sometimes.

Clayton flips Terk the bird.

"A name for him would be nice, yes." The professor looks as though he's sweating from the tense atmosphere. "Do come up with one dear, I think the missing link would rather you do it."

It's no secret that the ape-man prefers you over the other researchers. He's constantly at your hip, following you like you have an invisible leash on him. Your colleagues, however, don't know how close you two actually are.

The conversation stays in your head for the rest of the day. A name. A name. Something everyone has yet is unbelievably difficult to come up with. Hundreds of possibilities run through your mind as you carry out your daily tasks. Even the ape-man, who's used to you ruffling his hair, grows confused about your behavior.

Nightfall comes with everyone in their tents and you still haven't come up with a name.

With a groan, you turn on your side to see the very person who's making you struggle already looking at you. His eyes are dark, but the candle in your tent lights up his features just enough. You reach out and brush a lock of hair out of his face, watching how he moves to try and get you to touch his skin.

You settle with resting the palm of your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb over it.

"A name," you tsk. You narrow your eyes and let your gaze travel over his body. He needs to look like his name, that's a must. "Hey, do you know what a name is?"

He doesn't answer.

"Something to call you. That's a name. Do you have one?"

He stares at you.

Well, this is going to be harder than you thought.

Pursing your lips, you say the first name that comes to mind, "Edward?"

He reacts to that. His calm expression turns into a scowl, bushy eyebrows coming together. You quietly laugh and shake your head, "Not that one okay."

"Tony?"

He frowns.

"Taren?"

He pouts.

"Okay, okay. I think I got it...Garrett."

The ape-man groans, mimicking the behavior he's seen you do hundreds of times. It shocks you to see him act so human, so you. It's equally adorable as it is terrifying.

He's gotten closer to you, a breath away. The proximity used to freak you out, but you've learned it’s how he shows his affection. His trust.

The ape-man is waiting for you to say a word he likes, a sound that comes off your tongue magically. Judging from your facial expression and earlier absent behavior, this is an important task for you.

You want the name to be strong, versatile, and not easily replaceable. The being you've found is one-of-a-kind, it's only fair his name is as well. You play with a few letters in your head, bouncing them in your mind until you think of one that suits him.

"What about Tarzan then? Do you like that one?"

His pupils dilate, watching your beautiful lips pronounce the word. His word.

"Yes."

You gasp, sitting up abruptly. Your sudden movements make him panic as he sits up with you. He scans the tent to find an intruder while you sit there stunned.

He spoke. The ape-man no! Tarzan just spoke to you. He understood language and used it, even if it was just a mere word. A one-syllable answer that has shaken you to your core.

"Oh my god. You just, Tarzan you just spoke. Holy shit, say it again. I need to capture this on video." You ruffle through your bag looking for your camera.

Tarzan stops searching the tent and looks back at you looking as confused as ever. Like he didn't just display human speech in a mere month.

Quickly, you pull out the camera and hit record, aiming the lens at Tarzan's hard, yet beautiful features.

"Repeat what you just said," you look at him through the monitor. Instead of complying, Tarzan stares blankly into the lens. "Do you like the name Tarzan?" You press.

No answer, his eyes flick from the red light to your eyes.

"Come on! Just tell me whether or not you like the name." You're starting to grow impatient. At this point, you're convinced he's just being an ass.

Finally, he adjusts his seating position. Tarzan glances down at his crotch then back up to you, then back to his crotch. You follow his gaze, trying to understand what he's trying to say. Then it clicks.

Compensation. If you want him to do you a favor, you have to do him one as well.

"Are you being serious?" You sigh at him. Tarzan gives a faint nod to you. Even if he can't do so, you swear you see him smirk. Asshole. Setting the camera down, you angle it towards the two of you. Might as well have fun with it.

You crawl your way towards him, parting his thighs slightly before giving him a playful glare, "You're such a man sometimes."

Unlike before, Tarzan wears cargo shorts rather than a mere piece of clothes from last time. Professor Porter made it clear that if he was to hang amongst you all, clothes were necessary.

They suited him nicely, even now. The way the material hugs his toned thighs, how his cock bulges through the shorts even when he isn’t hard. You couldn't help but run your hands along his muscular legs, finding his crotch.

He groaned as you palmed him, straining to not thrust his hips up. Tarzan learned to be patient with you, especially in the presence of others. Most animals didn't care whether they mated alone or in their pack. Even if Tarzan was raised by those animals, the thought of others hearing the sounds you make for him is repulsive.

Instead, he has to settle for brushing your hair from your face as you undo his buttons. Delicate fingers unzipping the seam until his half-hard cock sprouts in your face.

It doesn't matter how many times you've seen his dick, it makes your pussy quiver every time. All you can think about is how perfectly it stretches you, how the tip slides against your cunt deliciously. Your mouth salivates at the memory, and you let your spit drool off your tongue to land on his cock.

Tarzan loves the sigh. A pink tongue just hovering over his length. He also remembers the feeling of your hot mouth on him. The way your lips slowly come closer to the crown of his head, how your breath wafts over him. It feels euphoric when you finally make contact with him, mouth enclosing his flushed head.

It's so warm in your mouth, smooth as you lightly suck on him. The hand on your head slightly grips your hair, a sign that he likes the slow pace you've set. You hum around his cock, taking him a little deeper as you widen your jaw.

One of your hands makes way to grip the base, pulling the skin upwards in a stroking motion.

This makes his hips jerk, gagging you for just a split second. Your wide eyes look up at him, small tears peeking at the corners. Tarzan gives an apologetic look, but the sight of your teary eyes and pretty lips around his cock makes him fuck up toward you again.

You pull away from him, earning a whine as Tarzan throws his head back dramatically.

Maybe he thinks you're going to stop as punishment, but it's quite the opposite. Your cunt is sopping from tasting him, even if it was for a brief moment. Even if you have a task at hand, and your camera is still recording for 'research,' you have your own needs to take care of.

Tarzan is none the wiser as you put a hand on his bare chest and lay him down. He eyes you curiously but lets you push him all the way down before hopping on top. His eyes widen as he's faced with your clothed cunt. Underwear the same color as your tongue that holds the strongest smell of you.

He doesn't need any directions as he dives his nose into you. Tarzan is obsessed with your natural smell. His nose immediately grows damp from your wetness, his tongue poking out to lick the juices that leak out.

Softly moaning, you take a hold of his cock once more. You pump it a few times before taking it into your mouth. It's surprising to see that he's not humping in your mouth like normal, but he's so distracted with your pussy that he can't seem to bother noticing his own pleasure.

It's hard to focus on his hard length as his teeth tear off your panties. You gasp when you hear the fabric split, but it turns into a whine when his tongue finally makes contact with your bare cunt.

Tarzan has to grip your hips to keep you still. As much as he would love for you to grind on his face, he needs to have his meal first. His tongue runs over your folds, finding that little bud you love so much to be touched.

He sucks on it and pulls, stretching your clit. Your legs shake and you have to pull away from his cock to catch your breath. Lazy hands stroke his hard-on as you look back. You clench at the sight of his unruly hair peeking above your ass, the sounds his mouth makes as he laps at you.

Turning back to your literal task at hand, you find the energy to take his cock once more. You unhinge your jaw and exhale, taking Tarzan deeper and deeper until your eyes roll back. You hollow your cheeks and suck, moving your head back up until just the tip remains in your mouth, and go all the way back down.

Now Tarzan can feel the bliss of your mouth on him. He moans into your pussy and slightly jerks his hips up, making you gag around him once more.

Feeling you work so hard makes him want to reciprocate. He shakes his head left and right to try and bury himself deeper. He uses his grip to force you further onto his face. Tarzan's tongue finds the squeezing entrance that he's breached so many times. He digs his tongue into you, finally getting a taste of you from the source.

He's guiding your hips so you could drag your pussy against him how you like. Tarzan can feel your hips trying to pull away from him as the feeling of his tongue has gotten too much. And it has.

You're trying to distract yourself by deepthroating him, but it's no use. All you can feel is his experienced mouth, how he remembers every detail he knows you like. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and how it builds in your stomach rapidly.

Tarzan feels your legs shake. Your thighs trembling and giving out, full lower body weight on his face. He can taste how the wetness has changed, thicker and tart. Tarzan knows this taste like the back of his hand. You're going to cum, give him that white cream he loves licking out of you.

You've completely stopped paying attention to his dick. A part of you should feel bad for neglecting him, but you can't seem to care as Tarzan's tongue fucks you. Instead, you find yourself humping his face, his mouth following as you approach your high.

You squeal as you come, clamping a hand over your mouth as you finish. Warm gushes out of you, body quivering as the eager man under you happily drinks it all. Tarzan gulps and slurps until he's beginning dripping from the corners of his mouth.

He takes and takes until you're the one having to tell him no more, that you can't handle another orgasm.

Tarzan hears the desperation in your voice, the way you plead. It takes strength for him to pull away from your pussy, a soft growl emitting from his chest.

Then his thighs wrap around your head, securing you in front of his cock. You have no time to question him as you involuntarily take his cock into your mouth.

There's so much pre-cum dripping from the slit that all you can taste is its saltiness. He's throbbing, fucking his hips into your mouth as he holds you still with his legs.

All you can do is take it. Lips wrapping around his girth as he desperately slides his dick in and out. You gag and silently plead for Tarzan to be gentler, but he's having none of it. Your hands warp around his thighs to steady yourself, your head bobbing uncontrollably to match his movements.

Tarzan twitches in your mouth once, stilling his hips deep into your throat. Tears immediately prick your eyes and fall down your face, and you swear your vision goes black for a fraction of a second before he pulls out. You get the chance to gasp for air as he lines up his cock to your lips again and shoves it back in.

You think you might pass out. You're at the mercy of Tarzan, and he's still unable to see how much stronger he is than the average man. Your mouth is nothing but a fleshlight to him as he makes you choke around him. It makes you feel like a toy, a warm hole for him to fuck his seed into.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.

The familiar twitch in his cock occurs again. Once, twice, then three times before he unloads in your mouth. Hot spurts of his cum find themselves in your throat, forcing you to gulp it down.

Tarzan's hips slow, letting his cock drag against your lips before he finally pulls out. You cough and pant as his orgasm drips from your tongue.

His thighs release you and you promptly plop down on them. You feel his hands rub soothingly over the curve of your ass, up and down your thighs. And an extra apology, Tarzan presses a kiss to your throbbing pussy. You chuckle and kiss his thigh back before sitting up, hoping off his face.

You have to crawl to grab your camera, breathing a sigh of relief to see the red light still shining. You aim the lens at his face as he too sits up. You can see the arousal on his face from eating you out, his swollen lips, and messy hair.

"So," you start. "Tell me, Tarzan, did you like that?"

Tarzan's lips quirk into what you think is a smile before he looks at you directly through the camera.

"Yes."

a/n: holy fuck I dont think y'all know how hard this was. I kinda went all out for the first one so the second one was hard as hell to match lmaooo. I physically and mentally can't do a third installment. this is the final one sowwy also I added some characters from the film! hopefully you caught that, I made Terk human, Tarzan needed a friend even if it's a fanfic

#smut #tarzan x reader #tarzan smut #tarzan 1999 #tarzan and his mate #tarzan #beast #jungle smut #tarzan of the apes #tarzan au #tarzan fanfic #holy fuck what do I tag??#professor porter

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a-todd-illustration · 4 months

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Colored version of Zukka au

#myart #fanart #avatar the last airbender #avatar #avatar au #zuko #sokka #zukka #stranded au #tarzan au #feral zuko #dragon zuko

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r0-boat · 3 months

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Tarzan Ingo ramble

Please destroy me

Cw smut, breeding

When Ingo first met you, he was so curious, gently stalking closer on all fours, his eyes trained on yours. When he was close enough, he reached out his hand, delicately feeling your skin softer than his. He already knew he was not like his Sneasler brothers and sisters, but he had never seen a human up close like this before. He never knew how soft their skin was. He wanted more, to know more about you, about humans through you to explore his fingers and hands throughout your entire body, feel every nook and cranny, and memorize every reaction you make.

Ingo urges you to stay in the den he knows that you're just trying to help him with his hunts in any way you could but really all he needs you to do is warm the nest until he gets back so he could snuggle up against you mew and purr brush up against your warm body.

Being raised by Sneaslers, he was practically born to Mountain climb. Even though he did not have claws like his siblings, he could still scale vertical walls of Rock with ease. His rough, calloused, and scratched hands are proof of his survival in the Coronet Heights. Ingo is not a pokemon so he does not go into heat but it has been so long since he had taken a mate he acts like as if he is in heat. His breaths are rough and heavy, and his hands Shake when he gently caresses you. He's practically drooling when he holds you close, pressing you down into the nest to take you, trying his hardest to hold back the urge to put his kits inside you, to break your poor hole, so he goes slowly at first, but his patience wears thin fast. Eyes dilated Already getting drunk on how good you smell and how good you feel.

#I missed him again #tarzan au #Tarzan! Ingo #please look at the tag it is my favorite AU #ingo x reader #ingo smut #pokemon ingo #subway boss ingo #warden ingo

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theinheriteddutchess · 4 months

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Tarzan! Bucky

Tarzan! Steve

(ai doesn't like Chris/Steve face so sorry that I don't have more.)

@buckybarnesisdaddy @georgiapeach30513 @rainydayandmondays

#bucky Barnes #steve rogers #tarzan!bucky barnes #tarzan!steve Rogers #Tarzan au #ai fanart #as promised #Chris Evans #Sebastian Stan

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georgiapeach30513 · 4 months

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@theinheriteddutchess is a menace

#can you show me?#Tarzan AU #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers

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aestheticsuwu · 7 months

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Two Worlds

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Tarzan au

(I had planned to write a short drabble but life got in the way, so now I’m posting all the moodboards that I have in my drafts cause might as well.)

#icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #tom kazansky #pete mitchell #tarzan au #top gun #moodboard au #icemav au #Icemav moodboard au #movie au moodboard

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popipurin · 1 year

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combination of some gifts and requests ive done recently on twitter 🤭 ( @ pompipurin)

#my art #svsss #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #bingqiu #shang qinghua #mobei jun #mxtx #scum villian self saving system #svsss fanart #moshang #mxtx fanart #mxtx novels #svsss novel #mermen au #tarzan au

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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Sir I'm going to need more Tarzan!twins but this time yandere or omegaverse please give me the smutty spice😭🥵

Omegaverse my beloved. reader is mated to both Ingo and Emmet.

🔞18+Only!🔞

CW : heat/rut cycles, afab reader

You were frantic.

You knew your heat was close, but it’s days early. There isn’t enough nesting items in this den, there isn’t enough things to drag into it, not enough clothes or blankets for your mates’s scents.

You take every piece of fur, and everything you’ve ever brought into the den, to form your nest. You wanted it to be as comfortable and protective as possible.

The ‘bed’ ends up smaller than usual, as you condensed it to sooth yourself, to feel safe.

Your body feels hot, like you’re burning up. You whimper, running your slick covered thighs together. You lay in your nest, burying your face in the two furs your mates usually lay on.

You want them, you need them! Just their scents isn’t enough, you need your alphas.

You should’ve known your heat was coming up! It all makes sense on how Ingo and Emmet started behaving, trying to show off for you, and provide for you.

It won’t be the first time fucking them, but it’ll be your first heat with them.

The two wildmen had proven to be the sweetest mates you could ask for, even if they fight more than they should, they were more than happy to share you.

You’re their mate.

Mate.

You whine, body trembling. You just want your mates! You scramble to throw your clothes off, the heat becoming unbearable, before shoving your face back into the furs, wanting just the smallest scent of them.

Shakily, you slide a hand down between your legs, rubbing circles on his clit, but it’s not enough! You need more, you need your mates, need their scents their knots!

Your ears perk up at the sound of purring, lifting your head up, you see Emmet standing at the entrance of the den.

Watching him greedily inhale the air, his hard cock being poorly hidden behind his loincloth.

The smell of amber and pine flood your sense, the heady smell of his rut follow suit.

“Alphaaa.”

You whine for him, and in an instant those silver eyes lock with your shaking form. Within seconds he was on you, checking you over first.

You roll over onto your back, spreading your legs for the wildman, moving your slick covered hand to give him access to.

“Good mate.”

He purred softly, until he sees your dripping wet pussy, watching your slick drop down to the bedding below you.

Emmet glares, growling lowly.

“No waste!”

You yelp as he grips your thighs, and pulls you up, lowering himself to be level with your cunt.

He gives you no chance to recover, only licking up all that was sliding down.

He refuses to waste a drop of his omega’s slick, it tastes too good!

Lunging forward, trying to get himself as close to your wet heat as possible. Quickly he licks up all sliding out of you, before shoving his tongue inside you.

You squeal, tossing your head back at the ferocity he eats you out at. His nose catching your clit with every messy movement.

“Emmet! Emmet! Oh fuck- alpha please!”

Emmet growls against you, his tongue lapping at your drooling pussy, determined to devour you.

He humps the air, dick bobbing between his legs with each jolt, his precum staining his loincloth. But he refuses to remove himself from your cunt, only wanting more.

You grab his head, grabbing fist fulls of his long silver locks, keeping it out of his face, but that doesn’t slow him down.

The den fills with the scent of your heat and his rut, but the alpha can’t bare to part from you, even for air.

Smothering himself in your slick, drenching his face in your cum. His rough hands tighten their hold on your thighs, manhandling you further up, putting your wet heat all on display.

His nose down is covered in your slick, and his drool.

Your eyes roll back as your try to roll your hips, wanting something, anything!

“Haaa! Alpha, alpha please! M-more, I need you!”

But it was almost like he couldn’t hear you, completely drunk off the taste and smell of you.

Growling against your cunt, each time you squirm. He doesn’t want you away from his face.

You don’t last long, your heat and his greedy tongue having you cumming. You arch your back, crying out as you try to grind against his face.

Emmet moans loudly, as your slick coats his face, licking up anything can. Only pulling away to lick his face clean, barely giving you time to breathe.

“Mmm…such a good alpha.”

You sigh blissfully, only to yelp when he’s on top of you, not giving you a moments rest. His cock throbbing, just from eating you out. Emmet grinds against against you, his tip catching your hole a few times, before sliding in.

“Emm!”

Your cries only spur him on. His tongue hangs from his mouth, panting, you’re so needy he loves it!

“Sooo good! So good! Moremoremore!”

He babbles, nails digging into your thighs as he lifts them up, and over his shoulders, folding you in a mating press.

Pushing his cock in deeper, it has your head spinning.

But Emmet is quick to piston his dick into you, thrusting into your greedy pussy. You thrash your head side to side, clawing at his arms, as he fucks into you.

“E-Em! Haaa-!”

The alpha buries his face into your neck, growling lowly as he takes deep inhales of your scent. His hips never slow, even when he licks the mark he gave you, his teeth biting down on the bond mark, renewing it.

You arch your back, nails leaving thin red lines along his skin as you cry out. He refuses to move from his place, only fucking you harder.

His knot slamming against your pussy lips with each heavy thrust, trying to bully it inside you. Emmet snarls against your neck, finally letting go of your skin.

“My mate! Take it! Take it! Ffffuck!”

“M’cumming! Oooh Emmet! Fill me! Pleasepleaseplease-!”

His drool drips onto your chest, his eyes unfocused, only thinking of your cunt squeezing around him.

You cum with a loud squeal, only to shriek as he shoves his knot inside you, pumping his cum into your awaiting pussy.

But that doesn’t stop him, his smile twisted up in pleasure. Emmet grinds against you, rubbing against your sweet spot with every tug, and movement.

Tears prick your eyes, the pleasure getting more and more intense with every orgasm.

“Alpha, alpha please, s-slow down- ah!”

You bite your lip to muffle you moans, leaning your head back against your nest. It’s too much, he’s running on instinct, his rut taking over his mind.

Constantly flooding your fuck hole full of his cum.

Emmet slows his grinding hips to a stop, licking your renewed bond mark, humming happily.

His cock keeping you plugged and stuffed.

The warmth slowly lulling you to sleep, as exhaustion hits you, your heat being sated for now.

Emmet nuzzles against you, cooing softly at your drowsy form. Laying on top of you as you both fall asleep.

You’re awoken some hours later, to Emmet pulling his softened cock out of you, and to the low sound of growling.

Opening your eyes, to see Emmet being shoved off you, and being replaced by Ingo.

The older twin quick to purr at you, and nuzzle against your cheek.

“Mate okay?”

You move your hands to cup his face, rubbing your nose against his.

“I’m fine Ingo.”

The smell of your heat still lingers, but the two wanted to make sure you were okay first.

Faintly, you can hear Emmet doing something, likely getting food for you, just so you can eat after Ingo is done with you.

You bury your face into Ingo’s neck, soaking in his vent of sandalwood and sage, so sooth and calming.

Even if his hard cock is rubbing against your sensitive opening.

Ingo moves his head, licking the mark he gave you, purring contently at your strong scent, and trembling body.

You whine, feeling Ingo’s hot, throbbing cock grind against your wet heat, the tip pressing against your clit with every push.

But not for long. He finds your hole and shoves his dick in, not wasting anytime to fuck you, to mate you with a ravenous desire.

“I-Ingooo! Mm! Oh almighty-! Sooo deep!”

You cry, feeling his blunt tip pounding against your womb, desperate to fill you with his cum.

Grabbing your thighs, he sits up balancing on the balls of his feet, and leaning over you, putting all his weight into each heavy thrust.

“Good mate! Good, good mate! Haaa! Take my knot!”

The den is fills with the sounds of your squeals, his growls, and the sound of wet skin slapping.

Emmet looks back over as he prepares dinner, cooing at your drooling tear filled face.

“Cute mate.”

Is all you faintly hear from the younger twin.

Ingo gets your attention by biting down in his old mark, left on the right side of your neck, he doesn’t stay there for long, kissing and licking the mark.

Before moving down to your tits, biting and sucking on your nipple, as he fucks you, longing to cover every inch of you in his mark.

You can feel his knot swell, catching at you cunt with every thrust.

“Ingo! Alpha please, knot me! Fill me! Wanna- wanna cum!”

Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream. Ingo slams his mouth on you, in a sloppy kiss, spit dripping between you two.

His grip turns bruising, fucking into you, leaning more over you, pushing your legs up for more room.

He slams down, shoving his knot into you, locking you together as he pumps you full, his cum spilling around his knot there was so much.

You cum from the pressure against your sweet spot, squealing at each grind of his hips. He moves from your tits, to your face to love on you.

“Mate did well. So good for us.” He tries to sooth you, cooing at you sweetly and licking your cheek.

You pant, chest heaving, skin shining with a thin layer of sweat.

Your eyes focus, seeing two same faces looking at you.

Emmet perks up, yipping happily as he hands you a water container letting you drink from it.

“Such a verrry good omega.”

“You did well! Bravo!”

Their silver hair tickles your skin. Emmet moves the container away from you, letting you catch your breath as they nuzzle against you.

You have such sweet alpha’s.

So kind, and caring.

“Now eat.”

You blink a few times, focusing on the oran berry at your lips.

They mean well, and love to take care of you.

#omegaverse #smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#pokemon smut #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon ingo smut #pokemon emmet smut #submas smut #mdni #pokemon ingo x reader smut #pokemon emmet x reader smut #pokemon submas smut #pokemon submas x reader smut #submas tarzan!au #tarzan au #tarzan!twins

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stardust948 · 4 months

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hello! I love your fanfics... I have a suggested idea of doing a Tarzan Zutara au where Zuko lived with dragons since he was a child (bc Ozai abandoned him there) and Katara (Jane) found him years later

sorry i just love the dragon!zuko content

Thank you!!!

I was literally just thinking about a Tarzan Zutara AU

#anon #fanfics #zutara #zutara au #tarzan au #dragon zuko #atla

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mrdiscophoria · 7 days

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HALSTARION TARZAN AU!!!

#will def make more in time #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 art #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #halsin #bg3 halsin #halsin silverbough #halstarion #astarion x halsin #halsin x astarion #tarzan #tarzan au #my art

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unproblematic-vld-stan · 5 months

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okay but imagine acesabo tarzan au. sophisticated sabo but he’s rebellious and adventurous. ace socially awkward bc he grew up with the apes just sounds right to me 🦍

but ofc manners can be taught and ace keeps in mind of such etiquettes unlike sabo who taught ace all that but won’t actually follow through social norms 😂

#acesabo #ace x sabo #text post #one piece ships #tarzan au

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sharonisthebettercarter · 2 months

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Hit you with more yax, but it's a tarzan au:

Max looked around, trying to find the best twigs for the fire. He wasn't the best at camping and didn't know much about making a fire, but he could gather twigs to help his father, Goofy, and Salazar out for the night. He kept picking up branches and twigs even though the bag he was using was almost full. Max felt like he needed to focus on something other than analyzing the jungle's wildlife.

It turned out to be an even bigger distraction than he was expecting as Max looked around after filling the bag up and found himself in a completely unknown place. He tried hard to hear the group back at camp, but got nothing but jungle sounds. Max gripped the bag tighter, trying to stay calm and think clearly. He glanced around, trying to locate any familiar markings, and his heart almost stopped at the glinting yellow eyes that were focused on him from between two bushes. Max swallowed hard, willing himself to not move a muscle while at the same time formulating an escape plan. He kept coming up empty, even his training leaving him in the face of such a dangerous creature in an unknown, big place.

The animal stepped forward, coming out of its mostly hidden place, and Max realized with dread that it was a Marsupilami. It stood up and it took all of Max's self-control to not turn around and run. Not asking Salazar with his gun for assistance was proving to be a mistake with each passing moment. Max was frozen in place. The torrents of curiosity and suspicion coming off this creature shook Max to his very core. He had heard rumors of the Marsupilami species, of course, but like most people he had dismissed it as some kind of urban legend. The kind of bedtime stories parents would tell their children at night before bed.

Now lo and behold, it was directly in front him in person! He'd never considered that such a majestic animal like this could really be at the heart of mythologies. Heart hammering in his chest, Max desperately tried to decide what to do when a strange yell echoed through the small clearing. The Marsupilami's head flicked up and it looked ready to slam down on him, all Max could do was close his eyes and hope it was a quick death. He heard the Marsupilami snarl and leaves being smashed but nothing touched him.

Max opened his eyes slowly, almost scared to look. He blinked, confused at the sight of muscular arms wrapped around the Marsupilami's neck, Black messy hair tuft appearing from behind the animal's head. The Marsupilami thrashed around, trying to get free, but it couldn't. The stranger's grip was too tight. The Marsupilami whimpered, large paws slamming the ground in a useless attempt to fight.

Max watched wide-eyed as the Marsupilami was released and turned to look at the stranger. The stranger shouted gibberish at the Marsupilami. The animal frowned at the stranger. It made weird gibberish sounds too and gave them the 'why not?' death glare. The stranger sighed and responded to the Marsupilami.

Whatever the stranger has said to the other animal, earned them a slap across the face, and suddenly another appeared, this time female. She quickly restrained her mate, trying to calm him down. The both spoke gibberish. As soon as they were done communicating, they both scampered away from the stranger. Max kept his eyes on the animals' retreating forms until they were gone, only then turning to the raven-colored figure of his savior.

It was a man! He was crouched, intense onyx eyes watching Max curiously from behind messy black hair tuft as he approached her. His torso was well-built and bare. He has short black fur covering most of his body and white fur over his face, cheeks and eyebrows. Before Max could notice anything else about his savior, the man started some sort of weird Marsupilami crawl towards him. Max moved back, trying to put some distance between them. His back met the solid bark of a tree and Max found himself gazing into onyx eyes and with nowhere to run.

"Stay back... I'm warning you, my dad won't take kindly to...!" Max said as the man moved closer and sniffed Max's hair and neck, making Max extra aware that his fruity shampoo wasn't helping the situation. Something touched his leg towards his belt and Max jerked back in surprise, hitting his head on the tree.

"How dare you!" He said, swatting the man's hands away and he recoiled.

The wildman pulled back and Max finally saw the wild man's full body. The man's body was completely bare, tight, and hard muscles covered in scars. He has a small red nose and black ears, as well as a tail that sticks out through his pants. He was also wearing only a loin cloth with a tail that sticks out through it. He watched Max with curiosity, head tilted to the side.

"Oh jeez... I'm lost in the jungle with a wild man!" Max said aloud in almost whisper. The other man continued crawling towards him.

"Oh...er," Max said more to himself, "Now that's close enough!"

He mentally cursed himself, feeling stupid talking to someone who couldn't understand him. The feral man simply continued to observe Max, his eyes feeling like they could see right through Max. Max held his breath as the feral man poked at his chest and stomach.

"Hey! Knock it off!" Max said, looking away irritated from the wild man with his eyes closed and chest puffed out, "don't touch me", he warned darkly.

Max put his leg out from under him, placing his foot on the wild man's bare chest.

The feral man looked down at the action, stilled as Max did nothing but held his leg out as a barrier. There was a hint of a curiosity on the other man's face as he looked at the foreign object on Max's foot (his hiking boot). Max was about to draw his leg back under his body when lightning fast fingers grabbed him by the foot. Max's breath caught in his throat as the feral man pulled off his shoe and brought it up to his face, inspecting and sniffing it.

"WTF?!" Max squeaked.

The wild man lowly lost interest in the shoe, and picked up Max's bare foot.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Max said as the other man wiggled and pulled his toes around, and ran his thumbs along Max's sole, causing Max to giggle.

"Haha...please don't that tickles!" Max pleaded, trying to tug it away, but finding the man's grip surprisingly strong.

Max finally had enough of the endless probing of his foot when the man resorted back to sniffing, he started smelling his leg and worked his way up under Max's shirt.

"Get off me!" Max said kicking the man in the face, "Serves you right...now you stay away from me like a good wild man or whatever you're supposed to be!"

The feral man repeated Max almost perfectly, "Yakko".

Max gasped, jumping back in surprise and resorted to sitting back on his knees with his feet behind him to keep the wild man from touching his foot further.

"You can speak!" Max said, his eyes glinting with amusement mixed with curiosity, and Max forgot all about the small fact that he saved him from the Marsupilami and he was tickling his sensitive foot.

"Why didn't you say anything before? And here I was thinking you were just some jungle lunatic! At least give me your name."

The man pointed at himself, looking deep in thought, "Yakko".

"Oh that's very lovely... I'm..." Max was just about to introduce himself, until Yakko unexpectedly leaned in his head onto Max's chest.

"Oh, um... I see you like my heartbeat," Max said nervously.

Then Yakko did another unexpected, he grabbed Max's head and pulled him towards his own chest. "Yes yes...that's very nice!"

"Now then er-um... I'm Max".

Yakko traced Max's face and repeated. "Max."

"Max, Yakko."

"Exactly".

babe... i'm just in awe that you put an entire whole ass fic in my inbox like damn. you coulda posted this yourself as a oneshot~!! but lovely work (altho not exactly a ship for me) BUTT~

i am honored. round of applause<3

i can't even think of anything else, but i mean, hey, you do you boo<3 i'd say it's payin' off<3<3<3 ;)

#yax #yakko warner #max goof #yakko x max #still don't get how it became a ship #but i mean #y'all have fun #anon's fic #anon's fan fic #tarzan au #amazing anon #shocked #but color me impressed #cute #lmao

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