#tarzan smut

[bandgie]

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!

( ^◡^)

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

[emmasbrain]

Restraint

Tarzan x Clayton

Warnings: bondage, chastity ??, he’s wanking him idk what else to say mate.

Synopsis: Tarzan asks Clayton to show him what human desires are like, Clayton teaches him how torture can intensify desires. (idk bro js read it)

Not proofread cuz i can’t be arsed

NSFW UNDER THE CUT: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

ohmygodihopethisisokay

He had never really been indulgent in his desires. He lived with a group, and your priorities are much different in those circumstances. Life was survival mostly, but that was his kind of fun. Until the day the humans showed up, and he realised that life didn’t have to be all about survival. In learning about the human species, he found out about the countless desires and sex was one he found particularly interesting. They do it for fun. That’s spectacular. So he went to the person he thought would handle it the best, Clayton. Clayton was the kind of man who was agressive and dominant in everything, and Tarzan thought that would come in handy. And that’s how he got to where he was now.

Tied up by his arms and legs, gagged with a long piece of cloth across his mouth, and dripping with precum as Clayton rubbed his tip lightly with the pads of his fingers. Clayton had concocted a drink beforehand that tasted awful, a mixture of multiple aphrodisiacs all in one, and Tarzan nearly spat it in his face. He could feel the effects now, only ten minutes into his torture and feeling hazed and burning with desire. “Pheesh.” He whined incoherently, straining against the ropes around his wrists and ankles.

“What was that?” Clayton rubbed his thumb harshly over Tarzan’s slit and his back arched, “Please? Please what?” He was taunting him, rubbing slow circles on his tip and waiting for a response.

“Ma’ it fhl beh’r.” His words were jumbled from the mixture of the gag and his incessant moaning due to Clayton’s fingers moving down to his shaft and giving a rough squeeze. He went lightheaded at the pleasure.

“Aw, that’s cute. Make it feel better, eh? That what you want?” He began to stroke Tarzan’s cock faster, eliciting a “Mmh!” and a ferocious nod from the man. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel all better.” His stroking became faster, and Tarzan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Mmph, yeh.” He let out muffled moans, still managing to be so so loud, and Clayton got hard from the sound.

“Fuck, I could torture you like this all day.” And on those words, he slowed his movements to a painfully leisurely pace, making Tarzan whine again. His hand was so unhurried it was torture, for both Tarzan and Clayton. He was much too focused on driving Tarzan insane to notice his own need though. And it was working. The man was moaning and whining like nothing else, and every few minutes he would give a tug to his ropes, hoping that they might come loose.

Soon it got too much for even Clayton to bare, having to resist rubbing himself over his clothes while he jerked Tarzan’s cock faster, earning little “Mmhm”s from the gagged man. He could feel that Tarzan wasn’t long from reaching his peak now, tensing his muscles and tipping his head back, so he took pity on the man and sped his movements even more. Tarzan’s slightly panicked noises snapped Clayton slightly back from his arousal and he had to laugh.

“It’s alright you dumb animal, you can feel that you’re close to cumming, that’s all.” He looked the man in the eyes as he spoke to him. Tarzan’s eyes glossed over and his teeth clenched over the gag, spilling over himself and Clayton’s hand as he worked him through his orgasm. His groans echoed and he almost passed out from the years of pent up desire pouring out of him. Clayton saw Tarzan’s thick ropes of cum slow and stop, but continued the abuse on his cock, overstimulating him until the noises he was making sounded as though he was being tortured in a different way. Even though the high pitched cries pleased his ears, he let go of the man’s cock and wiped the cum off his hand onto his trousers.

He pulled the gag off of Tarzan’s face and the man immediately sucked in a breath. He then lazily untied him and chucked the ropes onto the floor, walking away for a moment while Tarzan caught his breath. As he appeared back in front of Tarzan, he was holding something out in his hand. “You see this?” He waved about the chastity cage. “This, is goin’ on you. And you’re gonna wear it until you need me again, then you can come back and i’ll unlock it for you. Got it?” He applied the cage to Tarzan’s softening length and looked up at the man’s face.

“…Why?” He asked, not protesting Clayton’s movements but still curious.

“Because then no one else will ever touch you. If I’m not there, you don’t cum. Simple.” Tarzan nodded along, understanding. “We’re done. You can leave.” Clayton muttered, moving on to cleaning up and doing other things, leaving Tarzan to make his way. Once the man was gone and out of eyesight, he pulled out his own dripping, throbbing cock, wrapping his hand around it and getting to work.

Tags: @princeasimdiya12 i hope this isn’t shite by the way mate

[monsterfuckingthoughts]

Thinking of a Tarzan au featuring an orc

I’m seeing the potential but should it be fluffy or loaded with spice? 🧐

[sailor-aviator]

But like imagine tarzan!Bradley having the urge to taste his woman, because she is just right there all pretty and she is his and has to have her all way possible, and he just manhandles her on all fours in the bed so quickly that she doesn't have the time to process what is happening and by the next second she feels his tongue, I'm-

You were just finishing up your notes a second ago, and then you blinked. Now, you were ass up on your cot, your shorts wrapped around your ankles as Bradley rubbed his nose along your slit through your panties, inhaling your scent.

"Bradley!" You exclaimed, moving to sit up, but the man behind you held you firmly in place, nipping at one of your thighs and drawing a gasp from you. His hands smoothed over your thighs before ripping away your underwear with a low rumble from deep in his chest. Any protest on your lips died as he licked a strip up along your slit, a please hum escaping him as he dove back in for more.

"Taste good," he murmured against you, his hot breath sweeping over your now dripping pussy. You let out a loud moan as his lips latched on to your swollen clit, your hips pushing back into him as he ran his tongue over the engorged nub. Your fingers fisted the sheets as you glanced back at him, your juices smeared across the lower half of his face as he spread your lower lips with his fingers. The sight alone had you letting out a high pitched whine.

"Bradley," you gasped, his eyes glancing over at you. A smirk tugged on his lips before he leaned forward, pressing his tongue into your entrance.

It wasn't until later when Mav asked you for your notes that you remembered that you had, in fact, NOT been able to finish them, and the memory as to why had your cheeks warmer than the jungle afternoon.

[darknesseddiem]

I was watching Tarzan on Disney+ and I couldn't stop thinking about Eddie 👀

Eddie's parents, desperate and determined, aboard a ship that sails away from the chaos of war. The horizon is filled with the promise of safety and a new beginning, as they leave behind the turmoil and destruction.

But everything goes tragically wrong when they reach the island. Shortly after their arrival, they fall prey to the ruthless leopard Sabor, leaving little Eddie as the only survivor.

Kala, the female gorilla, finds him unprotected and immediately takes him in, overcome by maternal instinct after losing her cub. Despite Kerchak's protests, she takes him into the pack and raises him as her son.

Eddie grows up among the gorillas as one of them, he talks and walks like a gorilla.

He becomes a strong, fearless and courageous man, who loves adventures and spends his day jumping from vine to vine in search of some action.

Now, on the other side of the island are you and your father Murray, who went to study the gorillas, being guided by Clayton who are there to protect you both.

Eddie hears a strange noise and despite his mother's protests he decides to investigate, he finds small things on the floor that are strange and taste horrible (he licked the things).

Imagine his surprise and yours when you finally meet. He is astonished to find someone so similar yet so different, and you are shocked to encounter a wild man in a loincloth, a "monkey man" who seems to have no concept of personal space.

Got the concept? Yeah, now picture him curious about you ('cause u so diff from him and the onthers, he wants to study you) and that curiosity leds to him absolutely railing you on top of a tree and away from the others.

His thick cock pounding inside your pussy almost animalistic and he so pent up because he feels the need to mate you on the place and give you his babies.

okay I'm gonna stop ranting. bye

more of this.

[inklore]

bad liar

the daggers of love masterlist

premise: hooking up with your brothers best friend is not a mistake you wish to repeat. watching each other get off seems like the only viable option to restrain yourselves.

pairing: javy 'coyote' machado x seresin!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, coyote is a little tease, references to past hook ups, spit mention, pet names (bunny is readers nickname, baby), a touch of enemies with benefits, reader and jake are step siblings therefore reader is not written with any ethnicity in mind.

note: it's insane ya'll don't write for this pretty man more. but this is basically a prequel to the full fic i have planned for javy aka brothers best friend galore!

“You’re not playing fair, bunny.” Javy smirks at the scowl you give him for the childish nickname. His tongue runs along his bottom lip like the predator of his own nickname would its prey—coyote vs. bunny.

“I didn’t know you made the rules.” You retort, trying to act as unphased as one can with their hand between their legs, touching themselves in front of their brother's best friend. 

His head falls to the side, giving you a cheeky look that makes your lower belly burn. “I mean, it’s not really fair when you’re doing this to keep my hands off of you, and I can’t see that pretty pussy that I want so badly.” His own leg that's bent, and on the couch, the two of you share kicks at your ankle gently. Trying to pull your legs apart, spread you for him so he can see between your thighs. 

“Or I could just,” his hand leaves his cock, which is hard and leaking against his fingers, to lean forward and wrap itself around your calf. 

“Javy!” You scold him, kicking his palm with your foot, your legs flailing for half a second to get him away from you and back to his spot on the other end of the couch. His laughter makes your own bubble up inside of you. “Stay on your side.”

“Then let me see you.” He leans against the arm of the couch, his fingers coming back to his cock. Thumb running along the head slowly before he strokes down, a hitch in his breath. “Please, baby.” 

The dip your stomach does from the silly pet name, the way his chest falls heavy each time he moves over the head of his cock—flashbacks of the noises he made when he ran it through your wetness before pushing in and stretching you to the point of burning pleasure at your spine, the first few thrusts feeling like he was splitting you in two, Javy’s mouth hovering over yours, “I know you can take it, baby." 

And why shouldn’t he feel as fucking wrecked as you do right now, when he’s not even inside of you? This was the whole point of this, wasn’t it, to get all your feelings out this way instead of actually sleeping together again. 

Jake would kill the both of you. And while you hate labeling it a mistake, it’s not something you think should happen again for that very reason. You were notoriously bad at keeping secrets, and you’d like everyone to continue to think you found Coyote to be as annoying as the first day you met him—and not currently giving you the type of bedroom eyes that make you willing to risk your pride and the wrath of your brother to feel the weight of his cock against your tongue or his fingers in your hair guiding your pussy down onto his length. 

So without another objective thought, you spread your legs, and while Javy was still adorning his gray shorts, you were completely bare from the waist down. The burning look that flashes over his face, like he’s starved and it’s taking everything inside of him to not connect his mouth where your fingers are currently rolling your clit, has you whimpering. 

Your wetness completely on display for him. Showcasing the arousal that’s gathered against your thighs and coated your fingers and pussy. Any shyness you could possibly feel draining from your body thanks to your own desire and how he’s devouring you with his stare. 

“You drive me crazy,” he says, half laughing, half groaning. Teeth rolling his bottom lip between them. 

“Good, because the feelings are more than mutual.” You can’t even pretend to give him your regular flare of annoyance in your voice. Of hatred, because it’s drained from your body completely. 

“I might be a little jealous if this is how your body reacts to someone you dislike as much as you claim to.” 

“New rule, no talking.” 

He chuckles. “Now you’re pretending like you don’t get off by every word I say? You’re just full of lies, aren’t you, bunny?” 

“Don’t-”

“First you claim you hate me, but you were wet even before you started touching yourself. I didn’t even try to touch you, and I made that pussy wet.” He smirks, “and now you don’t like when I talk, when I specifically remember walking you through coming on my cock the last time you were wrapped around it. And your fingers haven’t stuttered once.” He locks his eyes on yours, “you wish you hated me, baby. So so badly, don’t you? It’s okay,” he teases. 

If your cheeks weren’t on fire and your body completely inflamed from not only his dark eyes but his—annoyingly correct—words, you’d do something other than reach your foot out and hit his calf with it. 

And you want to hide your face in the pillow at your back when you watch his neck bend to spit on the tip of his cock and rub it along his shaft, the soft squelch of your own bodily fluids that made a similar, more filthy noise the last time you were this wet—this in need. 

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. 

The longer your eyes lock, explore, and the more Javy opens his mouth, the closer you get to begging him for something that can’t happen. 

The ache in your core only grows more and more intense, like there’s a fire in your insides, the longer you rub fast circles against your clit. Coiling up for a release that won’t even come close to satisfying in the way it would feel with Coyote’s hands replacing yours. 

“All you need to do is ask, baby.” You hate that he knows what you’re thinking; the intensity you’re feeling as wrecked and heady as you are just from the prospect and desire of wanting—needing—him. While the animalistic look in his eyes and the soft grunts he’s letting out are making him look composed, as if he’s just waiting for you to ask. To beg him to fuck you. 

You shake your head, an attempt at a scowl making him smile. 

“Always such a good girl. Even when you’re so close to coming for me.” The muscles in his arm strain with each stroke to his cock, his hips pressing up each time you let out a noise. “It would still count as you making yourself come if you used my tongue. Fucked yourself against it. It’d feel so much better than your fingers, I promise.”

“Fuck,” you whimper. Your head in a repeated shake at this point; your own words are more of you trying to convince yourself of the truth that lies within them than Javy. “We can’t.” 

"But we both know that you want to, don’t you?” 

And without hesitation, as if it’s a muscle memory reaction, your body answering for you, you nod. “Fuck, yes.” 

“God,” he groans. Exasperated and frustrated, the filthy sound more like a growl than anything else, and it makes you clench. Has you right at that precipice, “come for me. Remind me how pretty you sound saying my name.” 

[r0-boat]

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.

[pinkmirth]

. . . is it okay if i say something?

[jarofstyles]

King of the Jungle

The jungle raised him, the animals his friends. The rolling thunder his comfort and the roaring waterfalls his personal spa. But what is freedom? What is the past?

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#5 for Tarzan Ari and Jane not Jane, Tarzan Ari has major baby fever

You want to glare at him, you really do, but the tenderness on Ari’s face isn’t just endearing, its breathtaking. The warmth that radiates from his hand against your belly, the soft yet deep hums that echoes in the room as he pushes down every so slightly, feeling the place where you’re joined and where he’s filled you.

“Could you imagine-” he gets caught up in pregnancies, and babies in general, with the idea that this has to be your future. “-little Tarzan-Jane-Not-Jane’s running around?”

“Ari please, you’re supposed to be going home-” you cut yourself off with a squeak, a sharp squeak like a mouse when he juts his hips and pushes his bulbous cock further into your cunt.

“No, Jane.” His eyes are intensified, his jaw clenching. “No, today is start of breeding season. You told me, you showed me on your uvulation-”

“Ovulation,” you look away from him, whimpering and trembling beneath him, “its ovulation. And it’s-”

“Little Jane-Not-Jane, sucking on good mama Jane’s tits-” its Ari that shudders now, and he leans down to lap at your hard nipple, groaning huskily as he eagerly latches on harder.

“We’re not married, and you’re not….Ari-”

“We are married.” He grunts, grabbing your hand to press it flush against his chest, directly over his heart. “We are married. Heart, Soul….Body-”

“Ari-!” You squeal and bat at him, the head of his cock hitting your spongy walls at an angle that floods you with heat.

“You are wife,” he keeps one hand on your belly and uses the other to pin your arms above your head, his lips latching onto your neck, “you are Tarzan’s wife.”

“P-please…” you plead, giving into him.

“Yes, sweet Jane-Not-Jane.” Ari pulls out only to jut the head of his cock against your puffy pussy lips, smirking at your whines. “It is breeding season. Won’t stop until bred right.”

[bandgie]

Beast of a Man

Smut!Tarzan

Synopsis: You were on an expedition with a team to investigate ape behavior. After setting off a booby-trap accidentally, it's not your team that finds you, but an ape-like man. Is he the missing link anthropologists have been looking for? You need to take him back to camp, and you're thinking of luring him in by more than one way.

A/N: I dont give a fuck if this movie is older than me this man is HOT no one talks about him and im SICK of it.

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You take a deep breath through your nose and exhale through your mouth. You were growing irritated. You were somewhere in West Africa sweating your balls off (if you had any) trying to follow where the shrewdness of apes went. They had a tendency to relocate to avoid predators, and they happened to the night you slept in.

You didn't bother asking your team to help you look. You all have been up doing your notes for your dissertation and you decided that they deserved some shut eye. You were tempted to ask the person who was guiding you through the jungles, but the language barrier made you decide not to. Too much work, but the apes couldn't have gone far right?

Since it was blazing, you decided to wear some white shorts and a tan button up shirt completed with a safari hat on top. You made sure your bag was packed with snacks and water before leaving. Of course, you also brought your hunting knife. You prayed it wouldn't be necessary to use, but being out in the open made you a prey to all sorts of things.

You started your journey, keeping close to the trail you were familiar with. You started East since that's where the sun rises, praying that they would be there. You weren't sure how long you walking for until you finally found a piece of ape hair. You gasp excitedly and bent down to grab it, you were getting close.

You wiped the sweat from your forearms and continued forward with new resolution. You were going to find the nest and since it's still early afternoon, you might even be able to see-

"Ahh!" you screamed. Something tightened around your foot and you went up in the air upside, hitting your head on the ground in the process. A pained groan left your lips as you opened your eyes. You were hanging upside down by one of your ankles.

"Aw shit..." you cursed, looking up to see your foot tangled in...vine? Your eyebrows furrowed, wouldn't it have been better to use rope? Maybe your team put this here as a trap, or maybe it was the locals to catch some animals. You felt stupid as you reached upwards to grab your foot and get yourself loose.

Which was much harder than you initially thought. It was too far for you too reach and when you did manage to grasp your ankle, pain would surge from your lower back to your neck as you continued to awkwardly bend your body. Your head was pounding, blood drumming your ears before you finally gave up. They'll find you, you just have to be patient.

"HELP!" You yelled, voice echoing in the trees. You started calling your team by names, then last names. You felt your eyes water in frustration, thinking about how stupid you were to travel alone.

Granted you couldn't be that far from the trail, maybe 6 miles. But you don't know how much longer you could stand being upside down. Then it hit you, your knife! A sound of relief escaped you as your reached behind your back to grab your knife. Only your bag wasn't there. It must've flown off when you were thrusted into the air because it was 20 feet away from you on the ground.

Now you were going to really cry. No, that won't help, you think, I just need to keep yelling, but should you? Here you are alone in the jungle, making all these noises. What if you attract a predator. The thought makes you stop.

You take deep breaths as a way to keep your cool. You'll be fine, they'll find you, you just need to wa- a crunch distracts your thoughts. Your eyes try to find from where the sound came from, turning your head frantically around.

"Hello?" You call, gentle. You're not sure if it's your people, but from the lack of response you doubt it is. The crunching gets faster and louder, you hold your breath in and prepare for an animals to jump our and devour you.

Instead, a man emerges from bushes, a naked man. Almost naked, save for the piece of cloth that wraps around his waist. You narrow your eyes, unable to comprehend what you're seeing. He doesn't look like he natives that live here. The main thing to give it away is the way he walks, or more like knuckle-walking. He scoots closer to your, eyes intensely staring at you. He quadrupedaly walks to you, and you scream.

He wildly moves back, hooting as a response. You thrash around, fear bubbling in your stomach. "No! Fuck off! Go away!"

He knuckle-walks around you, inspecting to see if you're an actual threat. You're not of course, you're tied and on the verge of fainting from being upside for so long. It doesn't take long for the ape-man to realize it and come within 3 inches of your face. You stop moving and stare into his eyes. He's actually... beautiful. Looking past the dirt on his body and his tangled hair, he had a strong jaw and a large nose with a bump at the bridge. He had high cheekbones, thick eyebrows, and deep eyes. Not to mention he was staring at you in the same way, only 100x more intense. He was looking at you like you're the only woman he's ever seen, maybe the only person he's ever seen period.

His hand reaches to touch your face, his fingers gently play with your features. Starting with the nose, eyes, eyelashes, ears, then your lips. He touches his own afterwards as if comparing them. He grunts to himself as if he's talking outloud.

His hands get more explosive, moving to your neck. His hands keep traveling until they feel your breasts, he stops. He feels his own chest and a look of confusion crosses his face. When he goes back to feel your body, you thrash.

"No!"

Your stern voice makes him take a step back, but he knows you're not a real threat. He moves back to his original place and touches your top, playing with the buttons. Sweat starts to drips off your neck to the ground, you don't know how much longer you can stand this position.

His hands discover that you can unbutton these little circles, and that's exactly was he does. He doesn't even notice the bra that holds your tits, his focus completely on the shirt. When he does, his hands take no shame in touching some more.

His touch is so gentle that you instinctively puff your chest closer to him. His fingertips travel from one breast to the other, not knowing your bra can also come off.

Wait, why are you thinking about him taking off your bra? You don't know this man, if he even is a man. But the way he touches you is addicting. You love the softness of it, how he touches you as if you're the most fragile thing on this Earth.

You gently use your hands to grasp his, he jumps at the contact and look back at your eyes. You guide him to the inside of your bra, having your tits spill out. His eyes widen is surprise, as if he's never seen such a complicated contraption. He looks at his chest quickly and back at yours. He starts grabbing them and kneading them, enjoying the softness you have.

He grunts in what seems like approval. He sees you nipples harden from his touches and he pinches them. You moan in response, though you think you're just groaning from pain. You're going to blame your behavior on the lack of blood supply in your brain, but right now the dampness in your underwear is more important.

You use your hands to take off the rest of your shirt and bra, completely topless to him. This man was so entranced by your body that you have to use your hands to make him look at your face. You point to the vine that has you hostage.

"Help me down, and I'll help you," you don't even know if he can understand you, but he must because he climbs a nearby tree and loosens the knot. You fall with a thud and groan, finally feeling the extra blood leave your head.

The man climbs on top of you and looks into your eyes as if he's asking something. You nod, already knowing what he wants. You guide the back of his head back to your tits and he gratefully pops a nipple in his mouth. His hands are on either side of you, possessively keeping you under him. Your hands tangle in his hair and he continues to suck.

You hum and squeeze your legs together, wetness gathering between your legs. He releases your boob with the small pop! and goes to the other side, letting his tongue roll over your nipple. You use your hand to grab his, placing it on your other boob. He gets the message and starts massaging your boob while keeping the other in his mouth.

You moan and grind your body against his, trying to get some friction. The need in your pussy is almost unbearable, you want it to to touched, paid attention to, but you hold back. You don't want to make a decision you would regret, but you're not sure if anything you're doing is helping with that.

He suddenly stops, a whine leaving your lips when he does. He closes his eyes and inhales, looking all over your body. His smells different parts of your body, shoving his nose between your breasts.

"What?" You ask, suddenly self-conscious. The beast of a man travels down you stomach, down your navel, occasionally sticking his tongue out to taste you. Then he stops at your shorts, eyes looking into yours.

He puts his attention back onto your clothes, attempting to take them off himself. He sees the familiar button on the top of your shorts and decides he should start there. You're amazed at his intelligence. He may not be verbal, but he has amazing innovative and cognitive ability.

Your thoughts are pulled away as he manages to do the same to your shorts. He tugs them all the way down to you ankles and stares at the spot he's been aching to devour. You know you must not have the best taste considering how much you were sweating but 30 minutes prior, but this man couldn't care less. He leaned down to your core and took a deep breath, groaning as he did. His hands gripped your thighs and he squeezed them. You whimpered at his touch, opening your legs to give him better access to your pussy.

You were soaking, you could feel you essence dripping down to your body and the way you're underwear felt cold against the wind. The ape-man went it, licking your wetness and widening your legs even more. He bent your legs forwards, folding your back so you knees were almost touching your face.

You squealed at the movement never being in this position. It was pretty uncomfortable, but the way his hands held your legs by your under thighs made your stomach coil in anticipation. He used his tongue more than anything, not knowing that he could so much more.

He used his muscle to collect the remaining drool your pussy produced, trying to find the source. He was beginning to get irritated, but little did he know that your underwear was covering his desire. A part of you loved watching him struggle, but the need for him directly on you was stronger. You reached your arms around your hips and moved your underwear to the side, using your thumb to rub yourself in circles.

You tapped your pussy, making sure it made wet noises to get his attention. "Here, do it here."

The man stopped for a second, bewitched by the sight of your dripping folds and pulsing pussy. He had never seen anything like it, like a rare cuisine he was lucky enough to stumble upon. He experimentally stuck his tongue out to taste you. You hummed in satisfaction and used your fingers to spread yourself. He let your taste settle on his tastebuds, licking his lips hungrily as he decided that this was the best meal he was ever going to have.

He pushed your legs further back and buried his face into you. You moaned as his tongue shot out all over your pussy, smearing both of you juices all around. The ape man moved his face up and down against you, his large nose occasionally touching the bud of your clit.

You squirmed when he did and he noticed your behavior. He moved his tongue up to flick your bundle of nerves and you jolted. An intrigued smile found his lips as he continued his movements. It was too much, you were too sensitive and you instinctively yanked on his hair to pull him away.

You moaned in relief, but the man above you was anything but. He grabbed your hands held them down to your sides, using his chest and face to keep you in your bent position. As if to show you that he wasn't happy with your action, he ate you out brutally. He used his teeth to gently scape against your clitoris, a move he shortly found out gave him the best response.

"No no it's too much! Stop im sorry im sorry!" You cry. You pleas fell on deaf ears. He sucked hard on your bud, stretching it as he pulled away. A loud cry left out lips and he finally stopped to look at you. Your legs were shaking, sweat all over your body, back aching, and tears falling.

He gently let your legs fall so you were flat on the ground. A small sob and thank you left you as your legs closed together. The man closely looked at your face and licked your tears away, an apology. His hands soothingly went through your hair with a look of slight worry on his face.

He had such an intense gaze, you thought he would kiss you if he knew how. You sat up and put your hands on his chest, having him lay on the ground this time. Your eyes found the tent that formed in his patch of cloth. You smiled and had your hands explore his chest. He eyes you warily, not used to being under anyone or anything.

A devious smile played on your lips as you leaned down and kissed his ear, "My turn."

You sat back up and scooted down so you could place yourself between his legs, eagerly lifting off his little wrap so you could see his glory. Your eyes widened at his cock. He was so thick, veins wrapping around his length. The tip was a pretty pink, a sharp contrast to his tanned dick. You felt you mouth salivate at him and you leaned down to place a kiss on his tip.

He groaned, thrusting his hips up to feel you more. You playfully tsked and shook your head, "So impatient."

You got on all fours to be face-to-face with him, hands playing his thighs. You kissed over his pelvis, his bush, his inner thighs, anywhere besides the one place where he wanted you most. His hands went outwards besides him to grasp onto the ground beneath him. You could tell from the way he was straining and groaning, he was holding back from grasping your head. You blushed at his consideration, he's kind of a gentleman.

You decide to thank him by finally taking him into your mouth, making sure your tongue covers his slit and slowly bobbing your head up and down. He thanks you by whining, a sound that's going to forever imprint in your brain. You use one hand to keep on his stomach and the other to wrap around his shaft. You worked in one fluid motion, tasting his salty pre-cum and feeling you spit dribble out of your mouth onto your hand.

You really wanted to test your limits to see how far you could take him, but know with his girth that would be difficult. You still decided to try anyway, moving your hand to play with his balls and pulling your mouth out. He huffed in protest and looked up at you, eyes hazy.

You made sure to gather enough spit and drool over his cock. You relaxed your jaw and went back in. You took a deep breath through your nose and keep sliding down. You gagged when his tip hit you throat, but he still more than halfway to go. You closed your eyes and willed your head forward, mouth opening almost painfully.

Your pussy throbbed in excitement, imagining that it was getting stretched out instead of your mouth. The man beneath you broke, hands grasping the sides of your head and shoving you down. You violently gagged around him, eyes pooling with tears. Your nose tickled his bushy pelvis. You looked up at him to plead to let you go, but seeing your begging eyes and cock covered mouth did the opposite to him. He used your mouth as a cock sleeve, harshly dragging your lips up and down his length.

Your hands gripped his thighs, he was going so hard and fast you started thinking you were going to throw up. You eyes rolled to the back of your head you felt your pussy drip down your thighs. You've never been used by this, and you never wanted it to stop. You could probably just cum from giving him head, but your need for air was starting to get the better of you.

It took both of your hands to rip away one of his before you finally popped your mouth off his dick, gasping and coughing for air. The ape-man sat up, finally recognizing that you were on the verge of passing out. He brushed the air out your face and cradled your face into his hands. He watched as you steadied your breath, holding you close to him.

Never had a man treated you with such care and such disregard at the same time, it went straight to your aching core. You adjusted so you were straddling his lap, hands gripping his shoulders. He wasn't sure what you were doing, but when he felt your folds grind against his cock he knew what you wanted.

You grabbed the base of cock, moved your underwear to the side, and smeared hit tip over your clit. Both of you hummed in unison, his grip tightening on your hips. You moved your legs so you were in a squatting position, preparing yourself to take him in.

He patiently waited as you dipped the tip of dick cock into your pussy, shivers enveloping your body. His face twisted in unfamiliar pleasure, teeth gritting. You put more of your weight on him, sinking more and more onto his cock before you finally felt him fully in your gut. Your eyes rolled back placed your head in the crook of his neck breathless. Once you adjusted, you softly bounced on him, feeling his teeth and tongue get a feel of you exposed neck and ear. He growled approvingly once you started moving more aggressively.

One of his large hands went into your scalp, yanking your hair back to bare your throat at him. A part of you grew scared, but the way he was drooling out of the corner of his lip made you bounce with more determination. He bit the base of your throat making you cry out, then licked it apologetically. He didn't know that his nips at your neck distracted you, so when you slowed your movements down he grew upset. Taking matter into his own hands, he grabbed your ass and slammed you down hard.

You yelped, picking your head up as you looked into his eyes. He has a certain glaze over his eyes, as if he wasn't really looking at you. You leaned back to show a better view of where your bodies connected, his eyes immediately went there.

This must've been some encouragement for him because he started thrusting upwards too. The pleasure was too much, twisting your gut and providing a fiery sensation in your stomach. You whimpered and wrapped your arms around his neck for better support. You let him abuse your pussy, not caring about how he ripped your underwear off to properly see himself pound into you.

"Fuuuuuck," you moaned, "you feel so good." He had no reaction to your words, but you didn't care. He was going to bruise your hips form how hard he was holding you, but you were so close to finishing that none of that mattered.

You used one of your hands to rub your clit, attempting to finish faster. Your whines got louder and more frequent, he did the same. You tried not being loud, but you almost screamed when you came. He felt the way your walls squeezed around him and how your juices flowed out. He watched as your body nearly went limp, putting all your weight against him.

He took his opportunity to slam his cock all the way down into you until you could feel him kiss your cervix. You don't know if the noises you were making could count as moaning, but he frankly couldn't give less of a shit.

Finally, you felt the sweet warmth of his orgasm filling you up. You squeezed around him again and he moaned, wrapping his arms around your torso to make sure you didn't move from him. He couldn't stop leaking inside you as you felt some of it dribble out and possible drip down his balls.

You could tell he didn't want to pull out, satisfied with letting his cock soften between your legs. The thought to let it happen was tempting, but you already let a strange man fuck and cum inside you. There had to be some morals left.

You lifted your head up from his neck and pushed away from him. He huffed in defiance, content with his current position. You untangled yourself form him and wobbled upwards, standing. He slowly got up and looked around as if he was looking for something. Then he crawled over to your torn underwear, grabbing and putting it up to his face. You laughed as he took a deep breath, inhaling your scent like he couldn't get enough.

Once you had your top on, you walked over to him and stuck your hand out for him to give it back. Rather than obeying he growled, not threateningly, but rather in resistance. You sighed and decided going comando would be your only option.

Then an idea popped into you mind. It would be such a waste to leave a man here who seemed to listen to almost your every word. Who you could mold into the perfect fuck. Plus, you needed to study apes anyway and he seemed like the perfect willing participant.

You squatted down to his level and gently ran your fingers through his long, tangled hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. Oh yeah, you think, a perfect candidate.

You gently tapped the underwear in his hands and his eyes shot back open into yours. "Ya know," you started, "I have more of those back at camp. Wanna see?"

a/n: part 2 here

[nolita-fairytale]

Top Gun: Maverick????? So if I say…Javy “Coyote” Machado…dom…and I’ll let you pick the rest. Go wild even

"Yes Sir" -- Dom!Javy "Coyote" Machado Headcanons:

a/n: slowly making my way through the rest of my requests, cuties!! this headcanon is nsfw and is 18+ so minors, do the thing and keep scrolling, bbs. second, @creativitybeware i decided to do this as a headcanon set after the events of top gun.

dom!coyote thots:

as a fellow aviator, you meet javy in corpus christi, swearing to yourself that you will NOT be falling for his southern charm and perfect smile.

the fact that he is best friends with hangman is red flag number one... so you swear to yourself that you won't become another plaything of the dynamic fuckboi duo that is the javy and jake show.

but boy are you wrong about javy, something you learn when you get called back to top gun for a top secret mission, a pilot program you discover is in its third iteration.

this third dagger mission is when you learn that javy machado, when jake seresin isn't glued to his side, is a perfect southern gentleman. he says please and thank you, his hero is his mom, and he always show respect with a 'yes ma'am' and 'yes sir' that comes from growing up a machado AND being a military man.

after playing wingman all night long, you're not shocked when hangman leaves the bar with phoenix, the sexual tension thick between the two of them. it gives javy the opportunity to swoop in and talk to you. maybe it's the tequila sodas, and it's definitely the cocky grin on his face when he asks you if you wanna get out of here that convince you to take him back to the barracks, but tonight, you find out the javy is also a perfect gentleman in the bedroom too.

while the teasing is all just a fun game of cat and mouse, javy's number one priority is your pleasure.

as someone who has to make quick decisions and think on your feet, the bedroom is the last place that you want to be in control and you have no reservation in asking for exactly what you want.

"so good for me. you wanna be my good girl?" he grunts, as he thrusts in and out of you.

"no. don't wanna be good. and i don't want you to be gentle, coyote," you manage to get out?

"you wanna be a brat, baby? you could've just said so. should've known you liked it rough."

night after night, for the rest of leave, javy has under him, on top of him, in front of him, straddling his face as you cry out his name. dom!javy absolutely loves to tie you up and edge you till you're begging for him to let you come.

hear me out, but dom!javy also loves to spank you, especially when he's hittin' it from behind. especially when you're being a brat. especially when it's followed up with him pulling your hair, wrapping a hand around your throat to give enough pressure that it feels near euphoric.

also hi i know it's cliche and i'm not sorry. rank. kink. "lieutenant." hell, you even call him lieutenant commander just to rile him up, even though that promotion his a ways off.

"fuck, baby. i love it when you call me that. say it again." "please lieutenant commander." and if you're feeling really sweet, "captain."

yeah, javy likes to roleplay too.

but aside from the rough sex and javy absolutely being an absolute dog in the sheets... his aftercare game is top notch, always ready to clean you up, or a draw up a bath.

"javy, baby, will you please run a bath for us?" "yes, ma'am."

[monsterfuckingthoughts]

More Orc X Reader Tarzan AU Brainrot

You clutch his waist as he climbs up a sturdy vine. He's promised to show you his favorite place. He stops at the top of the canopy, allowing you to steady yourself on a thick branch, solid and wide enough to hold the both of you easily. It's there that the two of you make love. Your naked bodies sheen from the humidity melt into one another. He takes his time, slowly devouring you, following your lead. Driven by your lustful expression. Excited when you dig your nails into his strong back. You extend your hand out allowing it to dangle over the edge if the branch. He reaches out and locks his finger with yours. You're not worried about falling, he'll catch you.

[sailor-aviator]

Boots teaching Tarzan!Bradley how to go down on her. There isn’t a more eager student anywhere!

"You want to what?" You asked, blinking at the man in front of you. His big, brown eyes looked at you imploringly, and half of you wasn't even sure he knew what he was asking.

"Want to taste you," he repeated, leaning in closer, close enough for you to smell the musk that was uniquely him.

"Bradley," you started, stopping as he nuzzled your cheek with his nose. "Where did you even hear about this?"

"Javy and Jake-"

"Say no more," you mumbled, rolling your eyes. You'd have to have another talk with those two about what they say in front of the wild man. "Why do you even want to do this?"

"Want to make you feel good," he rumbled, already tugging at the band of your shorts. His lips are peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pulling an involuntary moan from your own lips.

"Bradley, I-"

"Please?" He asks, stopping and pulling back to look at you. Your breath caught in your throat at the lust-filled gaze that filled his eyes, swallowing the honey color that you loved so much. His hands were stroking softly up and down your sides, sending goosebumps sprouting across your skin despite the heat.

"Please," he repeats, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, and you sigh.

"Alright."

A grin breaks out across his face, his hands making quick work of removing your clothes until you're bare before him. His hands run down the length of your torso as he peppers sweet, gentle kisses in their wake, and you felt yourself already growing wet with anticipation. You let out a shuddering breath once you felt his breath brush over your exposed sex, your fingers curling into fists at the feeling.

You heard him inhale before letting out a low groan, gasping when you felt his nose brush against your clit.

"Bradley!" You gasped, one hand flying to fist his curls as he licked an experimental strip up the length of your slit. He let out a low hum at the taste, burying his face into your cunt as he repeated the action again and again and again.

Your head was thrown back in bliss as your hand guided his head further into the apex of your thighs, pleasured cries escaping you as Bradley ate you like a man starved. His tongue delved into you, thrusting in and out before moving back up to latch onto your clit, suckling at the sensitive nub.

"So good," you sobbed, your hips thrusting up to meet his mouth. Bradley let out a growl before hauling your legs over his shoulders, his hands grabbing onto the flesh of your ass as he brought you closer to your peak. Your cries came out more high pitched and breathless now as the wild man made you see stars. Who knew he would be a natural?

The lewd sounds coming from between your thighs only served to push you closer to the edge, the sucking and squelching filling the tent as Bradley let out his own hums and moans. With one final suck to your clit, you fell over the edge with a shout, your fingers tugging on Bradley's curls as he growled, not relenting as you came.

It all became too much, and you clumsily pushed Bradley away as you fought to calm your breathing. Your heart pounded in your chest as you took in the sight of Bradley with your juices coating the lower half of his face. A dark look glinted in his eyes as he frowned at you, hands already reaching out to drag you back.

"Not done," he rumbled.

[smallestapplin]

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

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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.

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

JUNGLE HEAT

18+ if you're a minor do not read this

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Summary: Tarzan loses his loincloth and discovers his love for exhibitionism.

Warnings: exhibitionism, male masturbation.

Note: This fic was requested by @princeasimdiya12

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Tarzan is swinging from vine to vine, returning home after picking some fresh fruits.

The morning sun is filtering between the thick foliage of the jungle, warming his tanned skin.

The sweet taste of mangoes still lingers on his tongue as he makes his way back to his treehouse.

The chirping of birds fills his ears and the rustling of leaves beneath his feet.

His long, muscular legs pump with each powerful swing, propelling him farther and farther into the heart of the jungle.

Suddenly, a loose vine snaps beneath his weight, launching him in a free fall towards the ground.

With a loud gasp, Tarzan grabs onto another vine just in time to save his life.

He hangs there for a moment, catching his breath and to his horror, he realizes that his loincloth has come undone during the fall.

Embarrassed beyond reason by his nudity, Tarzan searches for his lost garment.

He finds it hanging on a branch and as much as he tries to tie it again around his hips, unfortunately, it's completely torn off now, leaving him exposed anyway.

He knows he has to make his way back home in that state without being seen.

He can't decide the best route to get to his treehouse as fast as possible, the vines are faster but anyone could see him swing fully naked, on feet will take more time but it's somewhat safer.

While he climbs down a large tree, he hears voices coming his way.

Tarzan freezes, his heart pounding in his chest. He recognizes the voices - they belong to his friends, who are probably looking for him.

Frantically, he scans the area for a place to hide, his mind racing with fear and his cheeks burning from embarrassment.

As Tarzan hides behind the tree trunk, he can hear his friends' voices getting closer, their steps audible as they walk on twigs and dry leaves.

His heart is pounding so hard in his chest that he fears even others could hear it.

Tarzan feels a strange sensation as he hears his friends approaching; he feels a twitch in his groin.

He tries to ignore it, and his friends pass by, they continue chatting and laughing, completely oblivious to Tarzan's naked presence.

He holds his breath, praying they won't stop or turn around, but to his relief, they keep going, their voices fading into the distance.

Shaken but relieved, Tarzan takes a moment to steady himself, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, the comforting smell of the ground fills his nose.

He tries to shake off the strange sensation he feels, blaming it on nerves and adrenaline.

One of his hands sneaks down to touch the patch of hair on his groin, curious about the twitch he felt before.

As he gingerly explores his exposed genitals, he feels a surge of arousal wash over him.

He can't believe it, he's used to strange things as life in the jungle is always an adventure but that...he's turned on by being naked and exposed in the open.

He's not a stranger to arousal, he has experienced it many times before, but always in the safety and privacy of his treehouse.

Using the rough pad of his fingers, he begins to slowly stroke his shaft, feeling the heat and weight of it in his hand.

He hears a twig snapping, his head shoots up and he quickly retracts his hand from his groin, trying to act casual as he looks around, the tingling sensation in his neither regions intensifies.

But another sound catches his attention - the rustling of leaves and the soft thump of footsteps.

Tarzan's heart skips a beat as he realizes his friends must have doubled back on their path. He quickly glances around, looking for somewhere else to hide.

His mind races as he remembers the time they caught him swimming naked in the nearby waterfall, laughing and teasing him mercilessly.

The waterfall could be useful, remembering the small crevice behind the thick curtain of water, he starts moving stealthily in that direction.

His erection is now throbbing painfully, Tarzan feels the weight of it as he moves.

He can't help but fondle himself occasionally, his fingers brushing against the sensitive head of his member.

As Tarzan reaches the waterfall, he quickly slips behind it, pressing his body against the cool stone.

The deafening roar of water covers every other noise, his eyes darting nervously in all directions, but there's no one.

He knows he can't stay hidden forever, but for now, he needs this moment to himself.

With a gentle caress, Tarzan begins to explore his own body, his fingertips tracing the contours of his muscular chest and flat stomach.

His nipples start to harden, thanks to the chilly sprays of water that soothe his burning skin.

His heart races as he dips lower, tracing the trail of hair that leads to his manhood.

With a small groan of pleasure, Tarzan begins to touch himself.

He grips his shaft tightly, feeling the toughness of his palm against the sensitive spots.

His hips begin to move involuntarily as he keeps his hands still and thrusts his hips into his fists, grunting and groaning with each movement.

The sensation is overwhelming, and he feels himself getting closer and closer to release.

His cock jerks and twitches in his hand, leaking a clear, viscous pre-cum.

As Tarzan reaches the peak of his pleasure, he throws his head back, letting out a primal growl that echoes through the stone walls.

His muscles tense, his fists clenching tightly around his shaft as he feels the rush of release washing over him.

Warm, thick cum erupts from his cock, spurting out between his fingers and splashing onto the rock beneath him.

He looks down at the sticky fluid that coats his hand as he catches his breath, he realizes how much he enjoyed masturbating in public.

He washes his hands and groin under the water stream, before cautiously heading back home.

He sneaks past his family and friends until he reaches his treehouse, he tears a piece of fabric and fabricates another loincloth to wear.

He's disappointed that he can't stay naked outside, but maybe in the confinement of his own house, things could change.