One Bad Guy, Please [M/M]

[Sekah]

ONE BADGUY PLEASE for JAMAAL WALKER AND EVERYBODY ELSE, TOO (SEKAH)


Desired Sexual Orientation: Gay, bi, pan, just not straight!
Smut Desires: This is a non-con prompt give me non-con.
Desired Position: Dom. Hard dom, too.
Face Claim Suggestions: Joe Manganiello (pictured), Rufus Sewell, Aleksander Skarsgard, any hot villain actor in the world
O/O's: ONS AND OFFS



Jamaal grew up in the suburbs of Charlotte, North Carolina, and had not an idyllic childhood, but certainly a lot of happy memories of baking with his no-nonsense businesswoman mother, flour everywhere, and being carried out to the beach by his father, and particularly of his family's matriarch, the slim and still-beautiful Grandma Amoy, who took his demonological education in hand.

Grandma Amoy warned him she could only teach him Jamaican forms of magic, since she emigrated from her native Jamaica to North Carolina as a young adult to follow her American beau Robbie, Jamaal's grandfather. She encouraged him to seek out other forms of magic and learn them, too.

Jamaal was accepted into many schools, a bright boy with what everyone encouraged him and believed to be a bright future. He decided after some soul-searching to go to Morehouse College. His sister, Aaliyah, was getting a civil union with her long-time partner Jessica Cole.

Jamaal’s family was targeted by a powerful demon. His parents collected fine art, and a demon wanted a piece. His mother wouldn’t sell. It was the summer after Jamaal’s senior year. He’d just been accepted into his first choice. He was out late celebrating.

He came home to a nightmare. Robbers had broken into his home, killed his family. Taken the art and anything else they could sell.

Jamaal went into a cycle of grief and rage. He didn’t even tell Morehouse he wasn’t coming. He just didn’t show up.

He spent years using his pathfinding to track down the robbers. Consumed by the desire to bring them to justice, he finally surprised them. He tied them up. He meant to kill them.

Instead, he sat down and talked to them. He told them what it was like, losing his parents fresh out of high school.

He talked, and then he let them go.

One of the robbers was moved by his story. He turned his partners in, and after serving his time in the Panopticon, he found Jamaal again. They became friends.

There’s still one person watching Jamaal: YC, the demon who ordered the hit.

They’ve not yet made their move.