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Working on giving everyone their faces tonight :D
Nine days til showtime!!
Winter Solstice seems like a good day for a Doctor Who Christmas Carol.
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!!
GOD I LOVE HEARING THE VOICE CHANGE SO MUUUUCH
BEN DID THE VOICE TOO HOLY SHIT WHAT. AHHHHHHHHHHH
is........ is taliesin about to have a conversation with himself?
in case anyone wanted dummy thicc error™.
Oh you know it's a party when Mia rocks up with the Dave/Link nobody knew they needed in their lives. You got anything in "Dave/Link, pain play?"
He’s pinching.
When Link had asked for this, pinching isn’t exactly what he had in mind, but he’s not complaining, really. Dave doesn’t have long nails, and he isn’t breaking the skin, but every so often, he’s grabbing little bits of Link’s skin between the tips of two fingers and pinching.
He’d expected teeth or nails or something else, but it’s sending flares of heat through him every time.The drag of his cock through him is nice, punctuated by bright, hot flares of pain dragging down the expanse of him. Goosebumps dance across his skin, and he’s arching into the contact instead of pulling away.
And even then, his mouth is working around a thick, heavy, “Please,” that he’s almost certain is a beg for more. It’s certainly how Dave takes it because then there are teeth, digging into his shoulder as he pinches at the insides of Link’s thighs.
When he pulls away, he pinches at the other thigh, rakes his nails across sensitive, raised skin. It’s like lightning in his nerve endings. It’s hot and bright and heavy through his stomach. With a groan, he presses into the pressure, begging for more.
“Please,” he’s saying, breathing, just barely getting out of his lungs, but Dave is listening. More teeth, another hot drag of nails across his skin.
And then he’s saying, “Fuck, look at you, Link. Gonna be all bruised up because of me, you know.”
He’s right. There will be little pinpricks of color all over his skin, down his torso, around his nipples. His thighs will be absolutely littered with them. They’ll be all different shapes and colors, and Link will press into them and remember how it felt.
He’ll remember how full he felt with Dave’s cock buried inside him, how each pinch felt like a tongue licking its way down his spine.
All it takes is another pinch, right along the crease of his thigh, before he’s coming across his stomach, Dave’s hips still working up into him. It’s good.
It’s dragging its way through him like Dave’s nails dragging across his skin.
uhhh im uhhh havifn butterflies in my stomach rn hes actually amazing ! i think im gonna get k*ssed in the grocery store tomorrow