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joaquin willow. 23 ( 353 ). witch oc. your worst night. written by jay ( 25, he/him, est )

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𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 .   independent original character by the name of joaquin willows . heavily influenced by the witch trails , witchcraft in general , ressurection , & getting revenge . written by jay ( 25 , he / him , est ) . nsfw , mature, & triggering themes will be present so this is an +18 blog only .   -   ABOUT & GUIDELINES !  

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Diego Tinoco

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@soncfthewitch​ 

the elements for the spell were almost nearly done being woven together. joaquin had lit five candles around him in the forest and he was opening his grimoire. after crushing some of the ingredients in his bowl, he looked up and realized that he might not have needed the spell after all. “would you look at what the spirit guides dragged in.” the witch smiled softly as he stopped mixing the ingredients. he pushed his hands up, five skeletal hands coming up from the ground the clutch onto the candles so that they wouldn’t fall. “i was just about to do a locator spell to find someone that could spark up my life, make it even more thrilling, and then you walk into the forest at the exact time.” joaquin stood up and started walking towards the other. “i think people call that fate in this day and age?”

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benji.

IT WAS  almost disappointing to hear that Joaquin clearly didn’t want to record him at the moment. But did that mean the wizard might consider it? Something about the thought of having a camera focused on him turned him on more than it should. A small pout formed on the young man’s pink lips as he looked over at the other. “You don’t? Don’t you think I already have what it takes to be a good porn actor? But maybe you’re right and I still need some training.” Benji spoke the last words in such a suggestive tone that it left no doubt about who he would like to do this training with. Of course, Benji desired the other man. He desired Joaquin so much that it almost drove him crazy. And being called a good boy by him even made his cock twitch a little. Benji could only hope that Joaquin hadn’t noticed. Slowly, Benji walked around the armchair until he was standing in front of it. He leaned one knee on the armchair and then held onto the backrest again. In this position, Joaquin probably had a clear view of Benji’s backside.

At the same time, Benji had a harder time not losing himself completely in the invisible touches. Repeatedly, his hips jerked forward as the invisible construct pushed deeper into him. It still felt like a wet, hot tongue pushing into him. Benji’s head fell back, his eyes closed as a loud but lustful moan slipped from his lips. Little drops of precum ran down his shaft. “Ah fuck,” Benji cursed again as the construct left his balls. His ass twitched again and Benji looked over his shoulder at Joaquin. “Is that a promise? You know I like it when you choke me with that big cock of yours.” Benji licked his lips, whimpering softly as another wave of arousal jerked through his entire body. “Fuck Joaquin this is so good.”

THE TRUTH was that he would have loved to film Benji, to have the man coming off as a needy whore on camera for Richard to see. The only hesitation was the fact that he didn’t think about it first, he didn’t want to give the other everything so quickly. He was serious about drawing out this game for the long run and how his lips pressed together in a straight line showed that. “Even porn actors have to go through screening, don’t they? Consider this your audition before you make it to the big screen.” The change in position was only better for him. Joaquin wasn’t shy about letting his eyes wander down the man’s body. His hands and constructs were also still moving, making sure never to hesitate unless the pause was meant to edge him out even more. The witch spread his legs while sitting down, his erection pressed up against the fabric of his pants. He wasn’t going to give his own cock any attention for the time being, but he figured it’d be a public service to let Benji see it whenever he looked back at him. 

Seeing how the man reacted to the constructs was all the better. Joaquin decided to take the moment to unzip his pants. He pushed them down just low enough so that his shaft sprang out, fully hard and throbbing. Still, he made sure not to touch himself. He just wanted Benji to see what was promised to him for the future. “Like I said, we’ll see how you play around with these constructs. Only good little whores that can cum without daddy touching them deserve his cock, don’t you think?” He smirked slightly as he twisted both of his wrists again. The construct in Benji’s ass curled like a wet tongue rimming him deep. The other pushed up against his taint again before it started to travel up his body, stopping to rub against his nipple. “That’s it baby, just sit back and enjoy it.”

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giuletta.

𝙜𝙞𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖   ⸻   something the wind-summoning witch learned before their peril was that humans strove to keep perfect appearances … a truth he learned rather harshly, and that a lie to maintain that desired image was above all else. giuletta understood joaquin’s frustration about how people lied from behind their teeth so flippantly, but giu also learned that in many cases, humans had no true power to change odds or circumstances poised against them, so instead they learned either adapt to the issue or not give too much care to it, and while the silent practitioner saw much fault in it, he also understood keeping quiet for calm and lack of disturbance, far more personally than anyone else in the coven. that didn’t mean they were powerless at all, for they were now free to do whatever they wished with the knowledge of the craft and their own abilities. it simply meant that they must wait for more fruitful moments to strike and kill, otherwise there will be a lot of meaningless demises.

the discrepancies in their inner voices reflected the state of which their souls had perished, in a sense. something of a haunting reminder of their past lives. still, there was something rather … intimate about the psychic connection they share among each other. in their mind, everything that they wished to say could be said, without mistake or misinterpretation. there was also something of a lustful factor to it, for they conversed yet said no words, so it would only appear as if there were nothing but physical chemistry as joaquin’s soft lips peppered along the base of giu’s tanned back. ❝ I wouldn’t dare to stop you if you wished to ~ ❞ the whisper coincides with the smirk forming on his lips before turning to face joaquin, fingers softly caressing the curve of their jaw before leaning into a liplock, bodies pressed against each other.

there was a lot to be annoyed by in terms of mortals, both in the present-day and back when they first roamed the earth. joaquin liked dealing with their corpses and skeletal remains much better. they didn’t hold any secrets nor did they betray him, unless someone else was alive and willing them to. the necromancer realized that was one of the reasons why he liked his new coined term of puppet master. it was the version of a person that he could deal with the best, the one that didn’t betray him because he was in the back controlling them through invisible strings. at times his opinion on the living did change. joaquin was annoyed by them for the most part, but he needed some people alive to continue to toy with. seducing a witch hunter’s descendant and then ripping their limbs out for a spell was a depiction of karma that he never really could explain. the cosmic forces were always at play and in his eyes, it was finally time for the witches to rise and take over the world. not outright sadly, but still plans were being made. 

only the three men in the coven got to hear this side of joaquin. even if his relatives were still alive, he didn’t think that he was going to get the chance to be this intimate with them. showing his true voice, letting his real self be heard, that was something that bonded him with the coven for centuries. not everyone was going to get that pleasure. ❝ there’s something about you that brings out a tender side i thought was long forgotten. ❞ back when he was a healer instead of someone that brought plague and death. a dread doctor some would call it. ❝ want to lay outside on the hammock? the wind is perfectly crips right now. ❞ he leaned forward when giuletta locked their lips together, returning the kiss with the softest of unvoiced pleas and desires. 

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seth.

@veiledhex​ said: “   there’s  a  killer  storm  going  on  outside ,   so   unless  you  want  to  disappear  under  mysterious  circumstances ,   i  suggest  you  get  comfortable .   ” (★)

Seth didn’t trust witches. It was thanks to one of Joaquin’s kind that his family had been cursed for generations. Sure, his ancestor might have been a witch hunter but afflicting his innocent descendants with the same punishment was just petty. As Seth listened to the cacophony of rain, wind, and thunder roaring outside — sadly still not loud enough to drown out Joaquin’s voice  — he wondered if the storm was entirely natural or if his present company had somehow been involved. “Getting stuck inside with a witch sounds like a recipe for disappearing under mysterious circumstances,” he scoffed. Unfortunately, Seth didn’t have much choice in the matter — it wasn’t safe to drive in this weather and he certainly wasn’t about to walk through the torrential downpour. Whether he liked it or not, he and Joaquin were stuck together until the storm subsided.

If asked whether or not he had something to do with the storm, he would do his new favorite thing and plead the fifth. There was something that he wanted to get to know about Seth, dig deeper into why the man was the way he was. Sure, the werepanther irked him like no other, but he had to make sacrifices. “That’s only if you’re valuable or potent enough for me to use for magical purposes. Are you some rare breed or have a pure heart that I’m unaware of?” His brows raised as he looked over at the other man. Joaquin felt comfortable in the storm, but his survival instincts had kicked in the moment he realized he was going to be alone with Seth. “If anything, I should be the one watching my back with you. Isn’t your kind known for being impulsive and volatile?” Witches were too depending, but that didn’t matter to him in that moment. 

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giuletta.

𝙜𝙞𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖   ⸻   it was true; giu often appeared as the on with the higher control of temperament, but it was simply because he could not express or release his emotions in the way others could. internally screaming, with absolutely no voice to let it out proved to be maddening, so instead he kept the rise of anger to a minimum, instead keeping what spite or negative energies he had at bay until he could properly act on the feeling. as such, giu often radiated his calmer disposition to that of the vengeful necromancer and the passionate pyromancer, not so much in the name of peace or doing the right thing … whatever that may be … but due to a result of always thinking. they were powerful, no question about it. however, they were strangers to a new world, and powers that may or may not be might inadvertently be the cause of their undoing as a coven. they fared better under the disguise of regulars.

❝ you’re no issue, joaquin; if anything, it’d be a harder bout getting thomas to reel in. ❞ no harm to their coven mate, for the fire that they summoned was perhaps the best offensive protection the coven could ever had, and he knew how to use it very well. sometimes, he could be a bit eager to roast someone, and while for the most part they are deserving, giu didn’t want them all to be scorched for acting too rash. joaquin’s kisses are soft and tension-relieving, which was obvious in the way their back had rolled into a relaxed state, gently leaning back on joaquin as they gathered their thoughts. ❝ your rage is not on my list of sorrows, quin … ❞ his lips subtly turn downward, feeling the void of not being able to speak again. 

even though his soul had stuck around, too stubborn to cross to the other side, there was still a lot for him to learn. the dead didn’t have filters because they were already spirits with unfinished business. in turn, he had seemed to lose his over the centuries. in public that was seen as rude, sometimes grounds enough to start a fight alone. joaquin didn’t really understand it. why would people prefer him to lie to their faces instead of telling them the truth? he spent so many years lying when he was alive the last time, making himself weaker to appease society, he was done doing that. in his eyes giuletta was far more restrained and that could have been due to their predicament, but he didn’t see it that way. they always managed to calm him down even before he was burned at the stake. they had a deeper understanding of the human psyche which could definitely come in handy, especially when determining what someone desired. 

❝ you know fire spreads faster than death in most cases. unless we’re talking about the plague. ❞ a small smile formed on joaquin’s face as he was reassured. he would deny it in any other circumstance, but that didn’t matter. he also started to use their mental connection to speak, not wanting to rub his voice in giuletta’s presence now that they were alone. ❝ i appreciate you for that, i truly do. along with everything else that you have done for me. ❞ his voice through their sensory connection sounded much more hoarse. joaquin still believed himself to be a ghost. ❝ care for me to show you how much i appreciate you? ❞ he lowered his kisses down, now pressing them onto giuletta’s back. physical distractions were always his go to for when a conversation was getting too heavy. 

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benji.

THE TITLE  ‘brat’ was already chosen correctly, because Benji was exactly that. He loved to provoke and to test the limit of the other. Most of the time he got even more attention that way. Nothing in his behavior was random, at least not as long as he could still control himself. But he knew exactly that it was not smart to provoke Joaquin too much. Despite the other’s little warning, Benji couldn’t help but grin as he looked over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind an audience,” Benji replied without hesitation, even if his voice was already starting to tremble a little. “Why don’t you videotape all of this and send it to my father so he knows not to underestimate you?” The young man with curly hair looked over his shoulder, revealing a very sly grin. For a little moment, Benji was even sure that Joaquin was going to put his hands on him, but that’s exactly what didn’t happen. Instead, the areas that were touched by an invisible force suddenly became warm and began to tingle. Benji’s hands clung tighter to the chair. His body visibly jerked as his buttocks were pulled apart a bit. Now Benji was even sure that Joaquin could see his hole already puckering with growing arousal. Benji sank his teeth into his lower lip to suppress a whimper.

His hips jerked a little from right to left as if trying to escape the teasing, but no matter where he leaned, it didn’t stop. Benji opened his mouth, making it impossible to suppress a moan this time. “Fuck,” Benji cursed as it felt like a tongue started to pleasure him. That was a weakness of his, a weakness Joaquin certainly knew about. “I’m…not…close…yet.” Benji provoked again, but this time his voice was already trembling a lot more and his cock was rock hard by now. Benji knew he would lose this little game if he gave in now. “Aren’t you…bored? So completely untouched. You know how good my mouth can be and yet you won’t touch me? What a waste, don’t you think?”

THE IDEA of recording Benji in this state was actually a good one, but of course he didn’t want to let the other win. Instead he would make sure to set up some cameras later to always record. Modern technology still stumped him every now and then, but it was an amazing tool for evidence. “You’re not going to make your breakout in the porn industry just yet. Everything takes time. Plus, I’m enjoying seeing you like this too much to share it with anyone else right away.” The moment that Benji’s body started reacting to the heat and being prodded open was the same moment that Joaquin thought the tides had begun to shift. With a squint of his eyes he moved one of the dining room tables to his location so he could take a seat, enjoying the show and not having to stand the entire time. He figured they were going to be there for long, knowing he wanted to take his time teasing and working up the other’s body. “That’s a good boy.” He kept focusing on the pressure he was putting on Benji’s body, the telekinetic constructs not lightening up one bit. There were so many different types of pleasure that he had to open him up to, both literally and metaphorically. 

When Joaquin finally heard the moan and curse, his smirk was too spread out to even think about hiding. “You don’t have to be close yet, like I said, we’re just starting off. Good to know your body likes it though.” Once the telekinetic construct was pushing in and out of his walls, Joaquin curled the fingers of his right hand. That’s when the pressure curled inside of Benji’s ass too, almost as if it was his tongue doing the normal movements. “It’s not a waste. I don’t see why we have to rush it. I’ll fuck your mouth when both of us are ready. Don’t want to make you climax too fast now.” He had learned patience whether he wanted to or not. Joaquin moved his left hand back, unwrapping the construct from Benji’s balls and pressing up on his taint instead. 

[paceyjoeys]

PHOEBE HALLIWELL | Dream Sorcerer.

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@sunlightwarmed​ asked: M/M 23 from Thomas 

MEME: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 STATUS: accepting 

     ONE THING THIS NEW DAY AND AGRE BROUGHT THEM WAS A SENSE OF LAVISHNESS. their home was more Victorian and Gothic in nature, but it was bigger than the last one Joaquin got to live in. Maybe things were just bigger in Boston. There were so many rooms to explore and not just for magic, for physical pursuits as well. He had brought Thomas to the living room to try something called binging on Netflix. One thing led to another and the two had gotten rid of all of their clothing and Thomas was laid out in front of Joaquin. “I think this might be one of my new favorite traditions.” He definitely missed this part of being alive. “Go ahead, I want to see how loud I can get you. Maybe the others will hear.” The necromancer smirked as he slid his finger out of the pyrokinetic. He brought it up to his own mouth, sucking on it slowly. Joaquin then traveled it back down to slide back into Thomas’ rim, pushing his middle finger pass the walls. “I hope you know, this is just the beginning.” The witch leaned forward as he sped up of the movements of his finger, pushing it in and out and then curling it when he was knuckle deep. “Have you used magic during the act recently?”

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giuletta.

𝙜𝙞𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙖   ⸻   to say that the transition of their previous lives to the new, far more modern world had proven something of a challenge for the dark coven of revenge was a bit of an understatement. in their defense, the world has grown much in the span of time that all three of their bodies were seared to ashened bones to the moment they were brought back on old, marble slabs which acted as forgotten catacombs. for joaquin, his frustrations were a bit on the nose, to which giuletta could not fault him for entirely. the silent witch held a calmer approach, mostly in the case that they could not vocalize their complaints and were forced to maneuver whatever obstacles were presented. while he wouldn’t have bat a lash if the necromancer had committed to his word, giu felt such attention would not lead to good consequences, thus dissuading him otherwise and beaconing them to return home.

   soft brown eyes look along the wispy light entering the balcony entrance, slowly taking in a sip of brewed latte from the starbucks he tried before they departed from the mall, the mute practitioner gently pats his coven mate’s brunette hair, a slight ringing of the ear to signal the sensory link that they shared due to his lack of vocals. ❝ you would have been fine, joaquin. we are just becoming a bit more knowledgeable of what time we are now in. every experience helps, more or less. ❞ their inner voice is wispy and fading as the winds at their command, for as much as they wished, they had forgotten what their own voice sounded like.

not many could seemingly pull joaquin away from an act of violence or revenge. in this day and age he number was dwindled down to three witches, those that made the coven of four. even then, some of them egged him on even more. thomas was a hothead for example and the necromancer always pushed the pyrokinetic to give into his darker roots. out of the other three witches, giuletta was probably the one that could calm him the most. there was a certain presence about the aerokinetic witch that managed to quietly soothe him. he almost felt as if the winds were brushing up against him and soothing him. especially with their psychic connection that provided effortless communication even if they weren’t looking at each other directly. giu was his brightest north star. 

he let out a deep sigh, one that seemed to have been held ever since they entered the grand mall. joaquin moved the back of his hand up and down the mute’s left arm, brushing the soft skin with his knuckles and fingers. the ringing was pleasantly accepted, eager to know what it was that giuletta thought of the whole situation. ❝ sometimes i think you’re the most adaptive out of all of us. no matter what we seem to be thrown into, you always manage to keep me calm. ❞ joaquin shifted back to press four kisses onto the back of giu’s neck, one for every coven member. ❝ how are you handling the change? i know my personality can sometimes be a bit all encompassing, so i want to make sure you aren’t getting lost in my rage. ❞

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benji.

DEEP DOWN, Benji was almost grateful that he had made this deal with Joaquin, because he could blame his weakness and desire on this deal. In reality, however, it was Joaquin who was driving him crazy. Without hesitation, but with a slight smirk on his lips, Benji nodded again. “Yeah, your magic is pretty sexy. But I doubt you can make me cum.” The young man provoked, not knowing what situation he would get himself into. He saw the strange movements Joaquin was making and was about to ask what kind of dance the other was doing, but then he felt it. Something invisible was pressing against his ring of muscles. It almost felt like something was trying to enter him. Benji gasped in surprise, but this was quickly followed by a groan as something invisible also pulled on his testicles. Benji staggered back a little, turned around and held onto the back of an armchair. He bent over a little, his back slightly pushed through, his butt sticking out further as if to push against the invisible touch. His member slowly hardened and his erect nipples became harder. “Of course, I can handle you. That’s nothing. I’m not even close yet, so I doubt you can make me cum like that. You need to work harder, handsome.”

BEING PROVOKED was something that Joaquin should have expected by now. Even though he was on the other side for over three centuries, he should have had more restraint. Yet when Benji issued that first comment, he felt like he was being challenged. There was no way he was just going to let that slide without proving him wrong. “You’re going to be eating your words by the end of this. I only hope someone walks in to see how wrong you are.” The witch didn’t step forward this time, not wanting to make it seem like he was going to cheat and use his body. Instead he stood entirely still, only moving his hands and his mouth when he spoke. “You’re not even close yet and technically I haven’t even started. I haven’t used any spells yet, just want to make that clear.” That’s when his lips curved into a dark smirk again. “Ahantian.” Joaquin whispered slowly and let the word travel through the air. The telekinetic constructs that were pushing up against Benji’s rim and tugging on his balls both warmed up. Not enough heat to be painful, just enough warmth to cause a different sensation. Then he pushed his fingers on his right hand up again, the construct pushing Benji’s rim open only by the slightest bit. As if it were a tongue started to slide in. 

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owen.

Owen had not been all too shocked when the boy showed up at the studio. He’d thought him to be yet another twunk off the street looking to be the next breakout star of gay porn, though few were so bald as to just waltz into his office like that. Granted, this one at least looked like he had potential. Nonetheless, the pornographer was about to tell the younger man to leave and apply through the website like everybody else - and then there was darkness. Owen didn’t remember how or why he lost consciousness, but he could imagine this kid had something to do with it. Grunting furiously through the ball gag rather than screaming, he struggled against the restraints, squirming and jerking against the chair. Only when the rope tightened did he slowly cease to resist, feeling the material painfully grind against his muscles when he fought too hard. Damnit, how did that boy do this?! “You’re a fan, huh? … Well, haven’t done a lot of bondage scenes this rough”, Owen snarked sarcastically, trying to manage this situation with dark humor. He knew it was likely smarter to give in, but he wasn’t the type to take kindly to being kidnapped by some stalker youngster. “You’re a bit green to be calling me a boy, don’t cha think?”, he asked with a smirk. “Usually got kids your age calling me Daddy.”

As much as the new day and age intrigued him in terms of how open society had become, he had to admit that the people were still the same. Human interaction he could deal with. Joaquin considered himself an expert in finding out what made people tick. He had spent so much time watching and people learned a lot when they observed. “To think you’re being recorded right now and you’re not going to be able to make any money off of this scene in particular. Hopefully your studio can stay standing without you for a couple of hours.” Maybe even days, he didn’t really have a full thought out plan for how long he was going to keep Owen. “You see, that’s the problem when men reach a certain age. They think they’re on stop of the world.” The witch moved his index and middle finger up from his left hand. He pushed them into the studio owner’s mouth without any warning. “I won’t be calling you daddy any time soon. You don’t have call me that either, but even Masters and Sirs have good little boys. Especially when they’re moving so much in that rope, but it doesn’t really seem like you’re trying to get out.” Joaquin slid his fingers out of Owens mouth. He walked back to stand behind the man, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “I bet you’re dying to know what I plan to do to you now that I have you.”

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benji.

IT WAS a dangerous game to forge a pact with such a powerful witch. But it was even more dangerous when you tried to play with this particular powerful man. It was a game of fire and Benji couldn’t wait to burn himself on Joaquin’s fire. A soft, hoarse gasp escaped his lips as strong fingers wrapped around his bulge. Before he could say anything, his pants moved down on their own. With one hand, Benji pushed the pants further down until they reached below his knees. He skillfully freed his long, slender legs from the unnecessary fabric until he stood completely naked in front of Joaquin. “Is that better, handsome?”  He grinned almost dangerously. “Do you actually know how much it turns me on when you use magic?” Almost a little too impudently, Benji reached for Joaquin’s waistband to pull the other man closer with a tug. “Can you drive me crazy with your magic? After all, I already know your tongue can work wonders.”

WHEN THEY started it was hard for them to stop, no matter who it was interrupting them. That’s why he knew that he was going to have his way with Benji right there in the open when the man finally completely stripped. “That’s how I like to see you, so yes.” His brows rose at the comment and when he was pulled closer. “Really? I have a feeling I can make you cum without even touching you with my hands or mouth.” To solidify his statement, Joaquin hovered his lips closer to Benji’s but didn’t kiss the other. He let go of the man’s shaft and instead moved his hands around in the air. After moving his index finger and middle fingers on his right hand up, he sent a small telekinetic force in between Benji’s legs, pushing up against his hole. Then as he curled his left hand into a loose fist, another telekinetic force went around the male’s balls, tugging on them softly. “I’ll have you begging to fill you up in a matter of minutes.” A dark smirk formed on Joaquin’s face as he looked up at the other. “Think you can handle me?”

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@gaymarvelboys​ asked: 15 m/m 

MEME: 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂  STATUS: accepting 

Being out in the forest was supposed to be a chance for him to get in tune with nature. Things normally got intimate during those moments as well. Somehow though, he ended up with Danny as company and they were doing much more than paying respect to the flora around them. Joaquin didn’t even care about anyone else finding them in their current state, hell he’d probably egg them on to join. He was loving the newfound freedom that came with being alive again. “They teach you this at the monastery?” The witch’s hand moved up the curve of the man’s cheeks. “Because if I would have known you were this tight, I would have done this weeks ago.” Joaquin continued to thrust his hips back and forth and then he squeeze Danny’s right cheek after giving it a quick spank. “Yeah, that’s it.” 

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@assfcrdays​ for owen baker 

"There’s no use in screaming.” Physically, Owen was much older than him, although that didn’t account for the fact that he was a witch back from the dead. He had to stay indoors a lot at first and absorb everything the new day and age had to offer. One of them being the studio that Owen owned, providing a lot of informative content on how things were done now. “They’re not going to hear you. The walls are soundproof.” He had tied the erotographer up after successfully knocking him out and bringing him back to his basement. Joaquin made sure to move his hands up, curling his fingers into a fist as he tightened the rope with his telekinesis. “You’re going to do what I say from now on. After all, you wouldn’t want to let down your number one fan, right?” A dark smirk formed on the man’s face as he walked up to the chair he had Owen on, forcefully grabbing the man’s chin and finally popping the gag out of his mouth. “What do you say, gonna be a good boy?”

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benji.

WAS IT  stupid to ally with a powerful witch? Perhaps. But Joaquin was a thorn in his father’s side, and that’s what made the young man so attractive. Benji was therefore only too willing to sell his body for protection from his father. It annoyed Richard. More than once Benji’s father had tried to lay his hand on Benji, if only to drag him to his room, but those days were over. Very slowly, Benji pulled his shirt over his head to expose his athletic torso. After all, the young man had worked out until his abs had gotten into shape. “Everything?”  Benji asked with false innocence in his voice, however his grin was that of a little devil. Benji raised his hand and brushed it over Joaquin’s chest. Only then did the taller man’s fingers wrap around Joaquin’s wrist. Slowly he moved the witch’s hand over his own abs and stopped at the waistband. “You want THAT gone as well?” With his free hand, Benji opened the button of his jeans before he guided Joaquin’s hand beneath the waistband.

FOR SOMEONE who was gone for over three centuries, Joaquin was slipping back into society quite effectively. Keeping a watchful eye on the progression of humans always helped. He knew that getting close to Benji was important. The man had connections in the criminal world even if he wasn’t the mafia boss. Plus, irking his father was just the icing on the cake. “Yes, everything. You know how I get when you tease me like that.” The witch sucked in a breath as he watched the other slowly take off his shirt, too slow in his personal opinion. When his hand was pushed under his waistband, Joaquin couldn’t help but smirk a little. “You seem to forget what I’m capable of, little minx. This is included in the everything package.” He wrapped his fingers around Benji’s bulge with his right hand. His left moved up and then he flicked his wrist down, pushing the pass at least under the other’s ass with his telekinesis. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”