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DINNERS READY ANON!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66881467

MAN I CAN'T WAIT FOR TZEK CONTENT CAUSE HE'S SO UNDERRATED

YESSSSSS U GET IT, I actually had to take a break from writing said Tzek hcs because I realized they were no longer hcs and had become a small fic??¿? they will be absolutely filthy I promise you that ❤️❤️

edit: also when they r done, they will be in the form of an ao3 link so tumblr doesn't freak

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Hello (18+) Tzekel Kan Nation, I finally stopped being lazy and posted the Tzek hcs to ao3 💪💪 ITS THE LINK BELOW!!! ENJOY!!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66881467

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I hate Astarion, but one time I got drunk and texted this.

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New Order

✣⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺✣⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺✣⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺✣⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺✣

Tags; Leather Kink, Boot Kink, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Sadist Reader, Begging, Verbal Humiliation, Impact Play, Bratting, Hair Pulling, Riding Crops, Spanking, Edging, Oral Sex.

Word Count: 1549

✣⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺✣⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺✣⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺✣⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆⚰︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺✣

Shining black leather clings calf-high and tightly to your legs. The cord laces tied securely in place with a strict cross sectioned militant pattern. A tights covered bulge grinds itself into the smooth surface. A low growl resounds from bitten lips as Jareth’s hands clutch at your thighs for purchase. How demeaning to debase himself like this upon your riding boots, a mere mortal, when he himself is fae. A king no less! His hips continue to move like the lapping of the sea at the sand. His indignant attitude showed in his expression and the mumbled words falling from his mouth. His facade quickly falls when you push your foot up into his gestures. His eyebrows raise and his face crumples into a pleasured expression. He gasps and topples over to rest his forehead on your thigh, turning his cheek into your heat. His sharpened nails dig into the flesh he’s grasping at, desperate for a semblance of relief from the shockwaves. 

“Agh…” The noises he makes aren’t pleasant, drool slowly pooling behind his teeth.

He can’t help but to thrust against the needling pressure. Your hand slides down your own thigh to twine your fingers through his styled blonde hair. Your digits wrap amongst the strands, stiffening your hold on his head. 

“How droll.” 

“You impudent foo- Ugh!” 

He winces as you yank at his hair, pulling his face out of your thigh as he presses harder into your boot. A wet spot left where his mouth had hovered over your leg. You wheedle the tip of your boot up his cock harshly. Jareth’s very apparent displeasure at his treatment fades away as a slack jawed, debauched expression rises. You swipe the drool from his lip, pinching it cruelly. The liquid hastily smeared over the messy ruffles of his cream blouse.You watch his bare chest rise and fall with his breaths.

“Clean yourself up, you’re a wreck.” 

You grind the tread of your shoe into his weeping erection, causing him to arch and cry out again. A sadistic chuckle rings from you as you look upon his depraved form. He’s so unkempt right now, he’s almost cute. In a piddly way. Jareth is so pathetic, knelt over your boot and face in your lap. A pet.

“Awful little thing, you are.” 

The buttons on your high waisted trousers are undone with a few measured flicks. The privacy panel folded away as you pull his head closer. Your underclothes are notched down for access. A black riding crop is positioned just against the throne you are perched in. Your fingers slip around the thin handle, tracing it before fully grasping the tool. Running the tongue over his ass teasingly and gazing at him as if he were no more than a pest.

“Open up.” 

He hesitates for just a moment and the crop is brought down upon him. An abrupt but deliberately just smack resounds from his bottom. A raspy moan slips from him and he continues to hump your foot like a dog. His breath sweeps over your groin. 

“I-”

“Don’t want to hear your pitiful murmurings, brat.” Again, the polyester makes harsh contact with his ass.

Your own leather covered hand caresses his face in something akin to affection before your fingers prop between his teeth. He clasps at your wrist as you press down on his tongue and pry his jaw open. You pinch his tongue unkindly. The production of his saliva proceeds to hasten at the sting on his muscle. 

“Best keep your teeth away lest you be punished.” 

You retract your fingers from his mouth, rubbing the spit over his lips. All that makeup and yet no lip gloss or balm. You dip your index finger back between his lips to feel over his teeth. You sigh boredly and shift the band of your pants down, stroking over yourself. His tongue licks up his own saliva from his lips before it falls to your sex. Jareth let’s out a soft breath through his nose as he wraps his lips over your waiting flesh.

“Not so hard, was it?”  You whisper as he sinks further towards you, petting through his hair. He produces a noise of discontent. 

He sucks against your skin, delicately licking over the sensitive bundles of nerves beneath his mouth. Eliciting a pleased exhale from you causes him to chuckle smugly. His original reluctance has faded away now that he has found some semblance of control over you. The crack of the polyester tongue against him for being a brat easily disregards that idea. A moan vibrates through him at the strike and his hips shift rhythmically into your leg. The grinding of his hips into your boot becomes slicker as he sloppily makes out with your sex. His movements are lazy as you push up into him. Almost as if he were trying to torture you with the slow caresses of his tongue. When that isn’t enough to pull more of your ire, his teeth graze you thrillingly. 

He startled as he’s hit with the crop and pushed away with the dressed foot he was just trying to relieve himself on. He groans and you place the tongue of the rod beneath his chin, tilting his head back. Forcing him to show his throat in submission and place his hands on his ankles with his thighs spread. Your sharp gaze meets his slackened face, his hips bucking into the air with an appropriately sized wet patch on his trousers. 

“You still insist on testing my patience even as I have planned to show your pathetic self mercy. I should simply leave you wanting after I’ve taken my pleasure.” 

Your distaste with his almost constant insubordination causes the words to be bitten out as you snap the tongue against his cheek. You stand irritably from the throne, shoes falling like a clap of lightning over the rolling thunder. His defiant eyes follow your face up and up only to slowly fall. His tongue flicks out over his lips and you rub your thumb into said affected cheek. 

“Don’t.” You can almost taste the word ‘please’ on his breath but alas the man has nothing but ego. 

“Show you mercy or leave?” You tease with a smirk, pushing his thighs wider with your foot. 

“Don’t leave, even you wouldn’t be so cruel.” His voice drawls as he looks back up into your heated gaze.

“Wouldn’t I? You’ve not followed my orders, instead you seem hellbent on acting out.” 

“Forgive me,” He pleads as his hands shoot up to clutch your clothes, “I was simply aiming to please you, my darling.” 

“If that were true, you would do as you’re told.” You brush your gloved palm over his face, forcing his blonde hair back.

As each strand gathers at the back of his head, your hand draws it around your knuckles in a forceful grip. He grunts as you pull his head forward into your pubis, nose buried into your skin. His thin fingers tug down the top of your pants to your mid-thigh as his mouth plants itself directly over you. His focused tongue drags and laps, wetting you feverishly as his eyes flutter closed as he tastes you again. His hips jump against nothing as you moan, twitching wantonly at the spikes of pleasure running up his spine. One of your legs moves forward for him to rut against as you, yourself, get closer. Currents of nerves alight in flashes of rolling thunder spreading like electricity through the earth from your body. Jareth grinds himself against your calf, never separating for a breath from you, diving as far as he can manage to please you. His hand raises to fondle you along with the attention of his mouth. You move against the presence of his thick tongue and fingers. Your grip vanishes on the riding crop, the black tool falling to the floor with very little sound. You push your leg against his clothed erection in time with the movement of his thrusting. Jareth barely seems to breathe, unceasingly tasting and playing you like a fiddle as you seem to do so to him in return. 

“This,” you groan,” is how you behave properly.” 

He nods into you, careful of his teeth as he rocks into your boot. His hips cant as if electrified, twitching and rolling into the warm pressure of your body. His free hand wraps around the back of your thigh, squeezing tenderly as he moans. The hand gripping your leg scampers up to pull your pants further down so he can touch the soft flesh of your thigh skin to skin. He’d bite and kiss it if his mouth weren’t further occupied. He rides you desperately as he reaches his own peak, slowly only to ease himself back from the precipice. He does so several times before he has you cumming in his mouth with a strangled sound. His tongue doesn’t stop until you physically pull his head away, his wild eyes rolled to look at your face as you both pant. A few more rolls of his hips, more pressure and you swooping down to take his mouth in a heated kiss does him in. Jareth spills in his pants as he falls against you.

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Why do people draw secondo with hair?? don't call yourself an old man fucker if you can't handle bald man or a bad hairline, YOU POSER !!!!

he is proof you don't need hair to be a SEX BEAST!!!

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Hnng....religious zealotry....hnng..🤤

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Cicero likes you! The Night Mother is sure to like you too… ❤️🤹‍♀️

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Overriding the vote; yes and I want to watch

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YES YESSSS MORE TZEK FILTH ON TUMBLR YESSSSSS

oooh… tzekel-kan… has invaded my brain…. Help..

if he sees you and decides he wants you it’s over. it doesn’t matter where you come from, whether you live on the island or wash up on shore one day

tzekel-kan‘s acolyte (guy with the jaguar hood) serves as his eyes and ears. he’s one of the warriors guarding el dorado and any time there’s an arrest of any kind (villagers committing crimes or outsiders found on the island) he’s right there. every capture is reported back to tzekel-kan posthaste. the priest gets first pickings in victims for his sacrifices, with lower offences sometimes settling for their cattle to use in his rituals.

once you’re bound before tzekel-kan he hesitates. something about the way you carry yourself, the way you look… you share similarities with an icon in his codex, not quite divine but above a mortal. potential to grow more holy with devotion to the gods and discipline. you’ll never come close to his own status of course

he decides to keep you as a server in the temple and you have no say in the matter. but at least you aren’t being sacrificed or sent to xibalba

from that day on tzekel-kan keeps you under his full control. you’re given many chores in the temple like preparing ritual foods and weaving ceremonial robes according to the priest‘s precise instructions. you’re also expected to follow every rule of his and live your life by guidelines he sets.

tzekel-kan focuses on making you devoted to the gods and to him by aiding him in all his rituals and divinations. he wants you to be the pure and reverent server to match his holiness as enforcer of the gods‘ will

over time his facade will start to crack and his true intentions will slip through. he wants to be the one worshipped by you, the center of your universe. tzekel-kan will think a long time about making you his consort, still far inferior in power and status him of course, before acting on it. the signs are all noticeable, he preens more around you, seeks physical contact more often, you spend nearly every hour of the day performing rituals with him.

you never get to leave his side. but not that you’d be able to do anything about his advances. he’s got you firmly under his thumb - it won’t be long until you’re draped in heavy gold jewellery that might as well be a collar of ownership

hrrrrnggggg…… okayyy got it all out… good night………….

ANONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

ANON.

ANON.

This is an amazing fanfic, I'm so into it!!!! Thank you so much for sharing!! Ahhh!!

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The wild thing in Road to El Dorado is that the gods that Tzekel Kan worships and that Miguel and Tulio are making a mockery of clearly actually exist.

After all, Tzekel Kan's magic spell which connects him to the jaguar statue that he uses to attack the false gods absolutely and unquestionably works.

It's interesting to examine a reading where Tzekel Kan very much IS the chosen speaker for his gods and doing their will, and Miguel and Tulio are a couple of mortals standing in defiance of them.

I feel like this honestly both makes Tzekel Kan more sympathetic, and also Miguel and Tulio more heroic for actually standing against a blood god.

Also I think Tzekel Kan was probably disappointed when the (supposed) avatars of the gods didn't want to take him to bed. He does look at them with some pretty obvious interest. (Everybody else in the movie is queer, why not him too?)

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Breaking my silence: How is there so little love for Chief Tannabok???

I mean LOOK AT HIM.

Absolutely chill unless provoked, cares about his people and wants to ensure their safety and happiness. Also wonderfully sassy.

A+++ best friend, lover, husband material.

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Maybe I'm just ovulating, but I need to get Tzekel Kan pregnant like, NOW

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Late night thoughts — Cicero, your shadow, your jester, pathetic and needy <3

Anything to please you.

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Still working on the mini Tzekel Kan hc fic but in the meantime, we all agree he would have the worlds biggest blood kink right? Knifeplay too?

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MAN I CAN'T WAIT FOR TZEK CONTENT CAUSE HE'S SO UNDERRATED

YESSSSSS U GET IT, I actually had to take a break from writing said Tzek hcs because I realized they were no longer hcs and had become a small fic??¿? they will be absolutely filthy I promise you that ❤️❤️

edit: also when they r done, they will be in the form of an ao3 link so tumblr doesn't freak

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TZEK HCS ANON I SAW UR ASK DW YOULL GET NASTAY TZEK CONTENT SOON super busy in my life rn but my brain only wants to think about super gross hot relations with a 2d man