#do you want me to hex em for you kiddo?

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Is that so

Do you need help sorting through them kiddoo?

People are still calling me a burnt chicken nugget :(

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Mini Fanfic #300: Reactions of Someone Insulting their Love Ones Part 3 (Variety)

Moxxie and Millie

Random Guy: ('Tch') What kind of woman would ever wants to be married to a fucking pussy-boy like that guy-

Millie: (Immediately Push the guy towards a nearby wall and gives him a Death Glare) Who do you think you are?! Talking shit about my husband behind my back like that?!

Moxxie: Millie! Calm down. Please.

Millie: (Turns to Moxxie with a genuinely sad look) But, Moxxie....He was talking about you behind our backs....

Moxxie: (Gently Grab both of Millie's hands with a Soft Smile) I'm aware of that, dear. But trust me when I say that jackasses like him aren't even worth trouble.

Millie: ('Sigh') I guess you have a point there, 'hon. (Gives Moxxie a loving hug) I just don't want anyone to talk bad about my handsome husband like that~

Moxxie: (Chuckles Lightly as he hugs his wife back) I know you don't, Millie~

Random Guy: Yeah....Go ahead and calm down your tramp of a wife, jackass-

Moxxie: (Rushes over towards the guy and gave him a Death Glare of his own while having him on gunpoint) The fuck did you say about my beautiful wife, bastard?

Random Guy: (Starts Getting Scared Shitless) Uhhhhhhhhhhhh........

Millie: (Rooting for her husband from the distance) Get 'em, sweetie!~

Vantias & Namine

Seifer: That's the new girl? ('Heh') She's even more of a weirdo than I thought she would be. (Chuckling)

???: Hey, Seifer.

Seifer: Yeah? What do ya- (Starts Shutting his mouth quick once he's Sudden gets Surrounded by a group of dark-like creatures in his outter circle)

Vantias: (Standing by a nearby wall) Got yourself a death wish here today?

Seifer: (Starts Getting Scared Shitless) W-W-What the fuck is all of this?!

Vantias: Swarm of Darkness. Friends from the other side or whatever. Really don't take kindly too of you making fun of Namine like that.

Seifer: (Shivering in Fear) S-S-So What if you have some weird army to back you up?! I ain't scared of them!!!

Vantias: (Smirks while Shrugging) You should be. Cause I doubt they know how to hold back to any-

???: VANTIAS!!

Vantias: (Turns to See Namine making her way towards him with a Very Disappointed Glare) Ah shit.

Namine: Stop this madness. Right now!

Vantias: But-

Namine: (Glare Starts Piercing Harder) Vantias......

Vantias: ('Sigh in Defeat') Fiiiiine.....(Snap his fingers which instantly made the Army of Darkness disappear)

Namine: (Place Two hands on her hips) Why on Earth would you try using your darkness to scare Seifer like that? What were you thinking?

Vantias: Okay. In my defense....(Points at a Frighten Seifer) Jock boy over there called you a "Weirdo" behind your back. Couldn't let him get away from that so...I called in the squad to teach him a lesson.....

Namine: (Sigh as she Gently Grabs both of Vantias' hands) Oh, Vantias..... I know from the bottom from my heart that you mean well, but using the force of darkness to scare people is not the way to do it. You know better.

Vantias: ('Sigh') Yeah...I guess I went a bit overboard on the whole Army of Darkness thing. Sorry about that, Namine....

Namine: (Hugs Vantias with a Soft Smile) It's okay, Vantias. I'm really thankful for you always looking out for me.

Vantias: (Starts Blushing a little) Y-Yeah well... we're family, aren't we? I always got your back.

Namine: I know you do.

Seifer: Y-Yeah! That's right! Call off your goons and hang out with a Weirdo, you EMO FREAK!-

Before the bully knows it, Namine rushes over and punch Seifer so hard that he was sent flying towards a nearby wall.

Namine: ('Pants Pants') ('Whew') Well... I'm glad that's over with.

Vantias: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) (Holy shit.....)

Namine: (Walks Towards Vantias and gently had his hand with a smile) Would you like to get something to eat together, Vantias?

Vantias: (Came back to Reality) Oh! Uhh...Yeah. Let's... do that. (Great...Now I know who else not to pissed off in the near future.....)

Byleth & Her Students

Random Guy #1: Ughhhhhh!!! Another Fire Emblem rep?! Are you serious right now?!

Random Guy #2: Yeah! And she's another swordfighter too! Like we even need more to begin with!!

Random Guy #3: Yeah, man!! She's already a waste of space as it is!!

Random Guy #1: Tell me about!!! Someone as garbage as her has NO rights to in this tournament-

Toon: Oh my God...(Throws down his bag in annoyance) SHUT UP ALREADY!!!!!!

Byleth: (Surprised by Toon's suddenly outburst) T-Toon?

Toon: You know what? No. I have had it up to here with these Self-Entitled Jerkfaces! (Cracking his knuckles) Enough is enough!

Ness: (Irritated) I agree, Toon. It's one thing to try and Insult us on a daily basis, but standing here and Insulting someone who has ever rights to participate in the tournament as much as the rest of us here is crossing the line. And I'm sick of it!

Byleth: Ness, I-

Ashley: (Hair Starts to turn White in anger and irritation) You know....I was hoping to hex some fools today.....

Lucas: (Grabs Ashley's hand) Ashley, wait!.......(Turn towards the three guys with a very rare piercing glare) Let me help you on this.

Ashley: (Squeezes Lucas' hand reassuringly) You're always welcome to help me anytime, Lucas.

Popo: (Step Forth with a hammer) Don't forget about us here too, you guys.

Nana: (Follows Pursuit) Yeah. Count us in.

Hat Kid: (Step Forth while patting her parasol on the palm of her hands with a very not pleased look on her face)..........

Byleth: Childern!

Random Guy #1: Oh shit.....

Random Guy #2: Why does this always happens to us?......

Random Guy #3: Knew we should've kept our mouths shut.....

Random Guy #1: (Turn Towards the angry group of kids slowly walking towards him and his friends) H-Hey, kiddo.....W-W-We don't want any trouble or anything.....

Random Guy #2: (Starts Sobbing in fear) Please have mercy!

Ness: (Unconvinced) Then answer us this.... What's our Professor's name?

Random Guy #1: Uhhhhhhhhhh............ Marth Junior?.......

Ness: (Fire Starts Flaring up from the tip is his fingers) Wrong answer.

Toon: Let's get em!!!

The kids were about to begin their attack when suddenly.....

Byleth: (Stomps her foot which caused the dust from the ground to clear off) ENOUGH!!!

Kids: (Turn their attention towards their Professor)

Byleth: (Took Deep Breath before speaking) Put down your weapons and calm yourselves....please. I understand that you all are doing whatever you can to look after me, but each and everyone of you should realize that violence is NEVER the answer for anything. Especially for something as trivial as this.

Ness: (Starts Looking back and forth at the Random Guys and himself before coming with the horrible realization) Oh my God....We really are becoming like them.....But even worse.....

Toon: (Starts Feeling bad) I guess we really let our anger get the best of us this time, huh?

Lucas: (Slowly Sits down while feeling terrible) Guys, I think I'm starting to feel horrible right now....

Ashley: (Kneels down and hugs Lucas reassuringly)

Ice Climbers/Hat Kid: (Put down their respective weapons while feeling guilty for what they've almost become)

Ness: (Turns towards Byleth with a very sad look) We're really sorry, professor....

Toon: Yeah....We didn't mean to embarrassed you or anything.....

Kids: We're sorry.....

Byleth: (Smiles Softly as Kneels down to her students) It's okay, my dear students. It really does means a lot to me that you would go as far as to defend my honor. The last thing I want for any of you is to let your anger and frustrations get the better of you in a situation like this.

Ness: Yeah.... (Slowly Starts to Smile) You're absolutely right, professor. We'll try to be careful next time.

Kids: Yeah.

Byleth: (Smiles Proudly at her students) Thank you for understanding, childern. I'm really proud all of you right now. (Starts Standing back up while brushing the dust off of her knees) Now then... Let's get back to the academy. Our lessons await us.

Kids: (Cheers Happily) Yeah!

Random Guy #1: (Watches as the Professor and her students starts walking away together) Man....that was even more intense than before....

Random Guy #2: No kidding...... They're even worse than their moms.....

Random Guys #3: Damn right.....

Random Guy #1: (Starts Getting up from the ground and Chuckling) Y-Yeah! You better keep walking you little brats!! Think twice before messing with us-

All of a Sudden, Byleth begins to reappear in from of the three guys in a not so please look.

Random Guy #1: (Squealed in fear)

Random Guy #2: (Scared Shitless) Oh God....not again....

Random Guy #3: Have mercy on us lady! Please!!

Byleth: (Took A Deep Breath before speaking in a Menacing tone) I'm only going to say this one.....Never talk to me or any of my students EVER. Again. Do I make myself clear?

Guys: Yes, ma'am.

Byleth: Good. (Smiles Professional before walking off) Good talk, gentlemen.

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Reverse Falls 

Written by: an incredible anon

(nsfw)

“Mediocre,” Mason spat under his breath, watching his sister smile toothily at the cheering audience as she pulled a knife cleanly through her neck. It was a pathetic illusion; he could do so much better, but she never gave him the closing performance, took all the glory for herself and left him to brood in the shadows of the wings until she signaled him on stage to bow with her.

 As if she deserved even half the applause erupting from the idiot masses.

 But no matter how much he wanted to leave her hanging high and dry (from a not so metaphorical noose), he couldn’t. Unless, of course, he wanted to provoke Stanley’s ire which was always made worse by his and Mabel’s little “peas of a pod” thing they had going. He knew it all to be a farce. Just as he played Stanford in the hopes of usurping control of the company one day, so too did Mabel dream of slipping up during their rehearsals to leave Stanley either in pieces or a pool of his own blood. Probably both, he speculated silently as he marched robotically on stage, took his congratulations next to his twin, and stalked off again.

 He’d have to answer for his attitude at some point or another, but presently, he really needed to beat something in.

 The mirror in his changing room momentarily sufficed, and he quietly considered the spider web shattered perfectly in the center of the glass as he rubbed his bruised knuckles. It wasn’t enough, though, and he quickly shrugged off his cape and feathered cravat, took a second to smooth his vest in the multitude of reflections similarly grooming themselves, then hurried from the room, making haste as Mabel’s shrill voice sounded from around the corner.

 He’d deal with her in due time.

 For now, though, he needed another outlet.

 *

 Taking care to keep to the less frequented hallways, Mason made his way to Stanford’s office. As predicted, his uncle was absent from the room, and he slipped soundlessly inside, casting a lock charm on the double oak doors in case anyone decided to pry. But no one came in here without Stanford’s invitation. His uncle would also be preoccupied for at least the next hour running numbers with Stanley and listening to Mabel’s bullshit lies about how cruel Mason was treating her. Stanford wouldn’t care in the slightest, but Stanley would lose it if he made that apparent.

 Either way, the rest of his relations would be too busy to actually come calling for a while yet, a fact that made Mason feel marginally less dour as he approached Stanford’s desk.

 Running his fingers along under the edge, he found the small keypad almost indiscernible flush against the wood, tapped out the code he’d discovered after only three tries that first time, and smirked satisfied as a soft click sounded followed by a faint rush of air. Spinning on his heel, he hung his hands by the thumbs from his pockets and strode toward the west wall where a door-shaped section had sunk in, pushed it open fully, ducked inside, and closed it with practiced, silent ease.

 “Hm.”

 He hummed in low consideration as he looked around the room.

 The books had been rearranged again. More of their pages littered the ground, some crumbled into macabre facsimiles of origami, others shredded completely and strewn to resemble runes that were useless without the proper magic to fuel their symbolism.

 Another futile attempt at escape, Mason thought, grinding the crude constructions underfoot as he leisurely approached the center-most piece of furniture that was the most obvious testament, if that’s what you could call it, to Stanford’s sick, obsessive ego.

 It wasn’t just this desk (an ostentatious black walnut trimmed in silver and moonstone embellishments); the whole room was outfitted to Stanford’s taste with a dash of the contained prisoner’s own preferred aesthetic. Though almost completely obscured by the eviscerated books, the dark marble of the floor still gleamed through in some patches, freckled with flits of white and grey with barely a seam to be seen where the tiles had been set, the dark expanse ceasing only where stone met walls painted a deep mauve. To the right was the bed, disheveled as always, goosedown perpetually hovering about the satin draperies canopied above as though it had been hexed to stay there for an eternity. And it probably was.

 Then to the left, the window, the only portal to the world beyond.

 Mason approached it cautiously.

 Window really wasn’t an adequate descriptor. It was just the south wall comprised entirely of reinforced glass, the signals glowing as Mason placed his palm against it and peered down twenty stories below. The dizzying height pulled his stomach through his feet and back up to his throat, and he stepped away, laughing cautiously.

 But it wasn’t just him laughing, a low giggle gradually increasing in pitch and resonance as Mason turned around to see the room’s only other occupant slowly peeling himself away from the concealing darkness of the furthest corner.

 “Tough day with the, Sissy?” Will goaded, eyeing the young man over.

 “Unbearable,” Mason replied, easily finding his composure and crossing his arms as he rested his back against the window. The signals flared again in response, and he was wreathed in baby’s blue that made his teeth glare as he gave the demon a brutal smile.

 “When are you just going to kill her?” Will said, the chains of his shackled wrists chattering as he slouched dramatically, tilting his head too far to one side and leering at Mason. “’D make things so much easier for the both of us.”

 “Oh what, you don’t like our time together?”

 Mason kicked off the window and moved toward the demon.

 “Ah-hah,” Will shrank back, though his elation failed to falter entirely. “Exactly opposite, kiddo. Just a bit eager to oust the competition already.”

 Mason had heard this speech before, but he never could refuse flattery, even from the most prolific liar this side of his own family’s dishonesty. So he let Will continue.

 “We both know it’s lo-o-ong overdue,” the demon said, straightening himself and meeting Mason’s mostly indifferent stare eye to eye. “Not even sure how you put up with it sometimes. Sucks to be second rate to some cunt’s parlor tricks, doesn’t it?”

 Will took a step closer.

 Mason remained where he was, nothing but cold calculation in his expression.

 “We’d do it together,” Will had begun to pace now, walking slowly to the left. “I’d take care of Stanford, and you just get the others. Drug ‘em if you need, and I can finish it.”

 His words passed Mason’s ear, just a whisper now that stroked his spine from neck to tailbone.

 “We’d finally run this place.

 “Together.”

 Before the sigh poised on Mason’s lips could be released, the demon sprang, throwing his arms over the young man’s head and lashing his chains around Mason’s throat, wrenching with devastating strength, slamming his own back against the wall and Mason’s back against his chest as he strained and tightened his hold.

 “Just like this!” The demon panted in his ear. “It’s that fucking easy!”

 Instinctively, Mason started clawing at his throat, trying to slip even one finger between chain and flesh. When this immediately proved pointless, he focused his efforts on attacking the demon, reaching behind as best he could and scratching, pulling hair, slapping, anything to subdue Will.

 But the demon’s hold was steadfast, and un-oxygenated black fuzz steadily encroached on Mason’s swimming vision and ragged coughs.

 Just as unconsciousness seemed inevitable, the pressure abruptly released, and he collapsed at Will’s feet, heaving raw gulps of air, hacking them out again along with spattering of blood that disappeared against the floor’s complexion.

 “Ba-astard,” he wheezed. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

 “No you won’t,” came Will’s reply, and he crouched down, patting Mason’s curling and uncurling spine as the young man continued to retch air. “Because we can’t do that until old Stanford’s outta the way. Once that geezer’s gone, I will delight in disemboweling you, but for now we gotta play it cool, capiche?”

 Mason stilled for a second, neither breathing nor speaking. The fingers of his right hand trembled against the marble, and with a deft movement, he sent his fist smashing into Will’s left eye.

 Reeling from the force, the demon crashed onto his back, and Mason was on him in an instant.

 “Do you realize how hard it’s going to be to cover this up!” He screamed, yanking down his collar to reveal the swollen, red imprint the chains had left. “What if Stanford sees! What the fuck do I tell him!”

 He grabbed Will’s own shirt and brandished his fist again, but the demon didn’t even flinch. The only tell of his terror were the heavy tears streaming down his temples, but he was also grinning madly, so Mason wasn’t taking any risks.

 “I could kill you right now,” he hissed, lower his hand and materializing a thin, silver pick between thumb and forefinger. “I know how. I’ve read Stanford’s journals. And I could just say you got loose. No one would ever question it.”

 “Oh but you’d miss me, kid!” Will sang cheerily, tears still pouring, eyes now completely indecisive, unsure if they should meet Mason’s or stay trained on the pick.

 “You’d miss all the fun we have together, our lessons and magic and…”

 Will lowered his eyelids to a tempting gaze, and, with hands Mason had unwittingly left free, reached down��

 “You’d miss this, too, wouldn’t you.”

 Mason made no move, the anger twisted on his face untangling into an impassive stare. Slowly, he stood, brushed himself off, fixed his mussed hair, then motioned for the demon to stand, as well.

 Will did.

 Still smiling seductively.

 He knew exactly how to play his hand against this boy.

 And then there was a knife between his ribs, cold metal freezing in his cold blood, and he staggered, but Mason had a firm grip on his waist, held him tightly as he guided the demon to the bed. There, he took a hold of Will’s chains before promptly letting him collapse to the floor while he sat himself on the edge of the plush mattress, placidly watching as the demon winced and gasped and tried to embrace himself to alleviate the pain, but he had Will’s hands firmly secured overhead.

 “It takes a special kind of arrogance to think I’d miss you,” Mason finally said, nudging the handle of the blade with the toe of his shoe, seeing if he couldn’t just push it a little deeper.

 “You would,” Will wheezed, coughing up a thick glob of blood before lifting his head.

 Hair already plastered to his forehead, eyes red and swollen especially where Mason had struck him, whole body shivering at the wound he wouldn’t be able to heal unless Mason allowed it...

 Goddammit he was right.

 He really would miss this.

 Mason didn’t vocalize this, of course, instead rose again, forcing Will to do the same as he pulled the demon’s bonds. With a flick of his fingers, he manifested another length of chain, looped it through Will’s and around the horizontal canopy beam at the foot of the bed, successfully securing the demon on his feet for as long as he needed.

 Will protested with feeble grunts and whimpers, all the while crying silently and smiling like he was the sun in some child’s nursery rhyme, but neither demon nor man said anything.

 Mason did hum quietly, though, as he removed his vest, unbuttoned his shirt and coaxed the tails from his trousers, folding it neatly on the bedspread before doing the same for Will. It was harder what with the knife in the way, but Mason tore a wider hole around the entry wounded fabric and slipped the garment off, pressing the fresh bloodstain to his nose and inhaling deeply.

 “Th-that’s real sick ya know,” Will stuttered, stomach tightening as Mason sat back again and examined the skin of his naval. “Not even Stanford’s got a blood thing, ya creep. Consider yourself all kinds of fucked up!”

 Mason paused, palm nearly flat against the demon’s abdomen, and glanced up, raising an eyebrow.

 He made to open his mouth with an equally smart retort, but decided against it at the last second, and both Will’s knees and voice gave out as Mason ripped the knife from its perch and replaced the blade with his own tongue.

 Good thing Stanford made this room soundproof, the young man thought to himself as he probed the wound, flexing his tongue, widening it, flicking, curling, tasting the acid that flowed through the demon. Really, Mason didn’t have a blood thing. He just had a thing for Will’s.

 “Th-that fu-ucking hurts you know,” the demon in question panted, trying to squirm away from the intrusion in his chest, but Mason’s powerful hands latched onto his hips and held him in place.

 “If you w-wanted to eat something,” Will continued, trying to find some sort of upper hand, “shoulda just gone down on your sister.”

 That had Mason’s attention and then some, and he slowly extricated his tongue, laving it over Will’s chest as he straightened himself and leisurely cocked his head.

 “Unless you don’t mind’f I do,” Will sneered, using all his energy to steady his words.

 Still silent, Mason closed his eyes and shook his head ever so slightly.

 “Th-that’s too bad,” the demon continued goading. “I’d probably have her squirming just like you.”

 Still silent, Mason removed his hands from Will’s waist and massaged at his temples, and the demon had the audacity to laugh as though he really had any sort of upper hand.

 “Let’s say we put all this aside and get to that. You know I love all those little noises you make.”

 “But what about you,” Mason offered softly, visibly brandishing the knife this time before carefully sliding it back into the weeping hole just below where Will’s heart supposedly was.

 “What about you.”

 In one, fluid motion, he was poised behind the demon, mouth latched to the skin behind Will’s right ear, one hand racing on fingernails along his stomach to the band of his trousers, the other toying idly at the handle of the knife.

 And, indeed, the demon’s response was orchestral, high to low to needy to guttural, and Mason ran his tongue over Will’s damp cheek, savoring the salty heat before growling in his ear, “What am I going to do with you.”

 “Hn-ah,” the demon gasped as Mason bit down hard on his shoulder. “H-hopefully something depraved,” he finished, shuffling and bucking his hips forward as Mason worked off his belt and slid his hand down, palming and pressing and teasing.

 He was always such a goddamn tease.

 “N-nice one, kid,” Will gasped, throwing his head back and exposing more throat for Mason to mar.

 Which he did ever so graciously, turning the demon’s neck into a Rorschach patchwork.

 “F-hah, real nice,” Will breathed, footing coming loose as pain and pleasure amalgamated.

 “Mm,” was Mason’s reply, his fingers, the ones fiddling with the knife, splaying out to explore more of Will’s chest as he continued tasting the pulse beating against his lips and teeth.

 “Sh-should get in on this,” the demon said, still hoping to maintain his composure over Mason’s, “see what th-these can do, eh?”

 He shook his chains to indicate his bound hands.

 “Don’t worry about me,” Mason reassured, smirking as he placed a quick kiss to Will’s cheek. “Just let me take care of you, hm?”

 Both hands moved to Will’s trousers, one methodically undoing each button, the other carefully taking the demon’s dick and giving it a few strokes.

 Will whined at the rough friction, tried to pull back, but Mason stopped him, pressing his hips forward, just barely grinding his own erection against the demon’s ass.

 “Looks like I forgot something,” he said conspiratorially and promptly shoved Will’s mouth full of as many fingers as he could fit.

 “Better get them nice and wet,” he said, curling them against Will’s tongue as he continued to tease his cock. “Unless you want me to fuck you dry.

 “Or we can use this,” he let go to smear his palm full of the blood oozing down the demon’s chest. “I’m really not picky.”

 Will said something he didn’t care to understand, but immediately there was an abundance of saliva as the demon worked his tongue desperately - fondly, almost.

 Mason shivered pleasantly at the obedience.

 “Think that’s enough,” he said after a few seconds, freeing the demons mouth who inhaled gratefully, immediately exhaled in a loud gasp as Mason grasped his dick again.

 “I can’t believe how much Stanford wastes with you.”

 “H-horrible, aint’ it?” The demon breathed heavily, the pain wracking his chest and wrists growing dull as Mason stroked him, rubbed his thumb in all the right places, applied pressure until he almost couldn’t stand it, released, repeated.

 “Old prick probably couldn’t even make you come, though,” Mason spoke against the sensitive skin behind Will’s ear. “Not like I can, anyway.”

 Suddenly, all contact ceased, and the demon’s legs nearly gave again.

 “Such a little slut,” Mason laughed, quieting, though, as he stood back a moment to admire Will’s state.

 All muscles in his back stood out, shoulder blades locked together and spine arched inward, the dimpled ravine it created glistening with perspiration. Circling round revealed an even lovelier sight, the demon’s eyes closed and brows pinched in frustrated need, stomach caked with drying blood, chest tight and nipples hard. He reached out and rubbed the pad of his thumb against one, and Will hissed.

 “I really do love you like this,” Mason said. “I could do anything to you, and you’d beg for worse.”

 “Wait till I get my hands on you,” Will threatened weakly, swallowing a moan as Mason grazed both nipples with his nails.

 “Oh?” He asked, grinning. “And what would you do?”

 “E-everything,” the demon choked out, grimacing as he locked on to Mason’s gaze, his eyes blazing despite his agonies.

 “Lemme guess,” Mason said. “Have me on my knees and all that?”

 “Easily.”

 Mason leered, “Well if you insist,” and dropped to the floor, sitting back on his heels.

 “Then what?”

 But Will just glowered, breathing hard through flaring nostrils as his body tensed in anticipation of whatever abuses his tormentor was soon to inflict.

 “C’mon,” Mason teased, waltzed his fingers up the backs of the demon’s calves, around his thighs, further up.

 “Nothing you can think of?”

 Will gave a low groan as Mason took his cock again, leaned forward and opened his mouth wide to let out a hot breath against hotter skin.

 “Nnnn…”

 He was caught almost unprepared as the demon suddenly thrust his hips forward, nearly choked, but his throat promptly widened like so many times he’d practiced, and Mason took it all, swallowing Will’s dick until his nose was pressed to the demon’s stomach.

 Neither wasted anytime, Mason working his tongue in time to Will’s movements, and slick, wet noises filled the air only marginally quieter than the demon’s low moans.

 It was a rare occasion that Mason knelt for Will, but when he did, he spared no expense reminding the demon just how fucking good he was.

 “Fuck.”

 Mason grinned again as he pulled back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and got to his feet again.

 “Gave you a little hint there, hm?” He said, lifting Wills chin and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “But I don’t want to give you all your ideas. There must be something you’d like to do to me.”

 “One day,” the demon growled, “I’m going to tear you open.”

 “Oh what, like this?”

 Will had almost forgotten about the knife in his chest, but was swiftly reminded as Mason ripped it out again and proceeded to slash his slacks to pieces before resuming position behind him.

 “Or like this.”

 The blade clattered to the floor as Mason hoisted up Will’s left leg, taking a moment to caress from his inner thigh to his calf and back again before ensuring a rough, sturdy grasp at the back of the demon’s knee, effectively exposing Will just as he needed. Realistically, it would be easier to just summon some rope or more chains, but where was the fun in that? Where was the intimacy? He needed something visceral - blood and flesh and sweat, not another facade; he put up enough with that already from the rest of his vile relatives.

 And this was not, this was everything that could never provide for him. Will was his anchor and his vice, his indulgences and regrets and desires…

 “Do you want to fuck me?” Mason asked, almost innocently, working at his own trousers and finally freeing his erection. “Take me up against the wall? The window? Bed seems a little pathetic even for you.”

 Will shook as Mason talked, flinching at the sound of a bottle cap opening, the sensation of cool, slick fingers prepping him. His whole body vibrated with anger and shame and lust, and if only he could free his hands, he’d reach around and smash Mason’s face into one of the bed posts.

 “I know you do.”

 Will closed his eyes, bracing.

 “I know more than anything what you want to do.”

 With a quiet groan, Mason pushed into the demon, the two of them still for a moment, easing into it as though it was the first time Mason had bent Will over, slammed his face on the desktop and fucked him long and slow and demeaning.

 “You’re mine, now,” Mason had told him, infuriated that Stanford was keeping such a secret, angrier still at the implication that no one was smart enough to discover and claim it their own.

 Once more, he made apparent this exact sentiment as he began to roll his hips forward.

 “You do what I say, what I want.”

 He reached around and grasped Will’s dick, pumping it as he ground against the demon’s ass.

 “Is that clear?”

 Through the cacophony of skin hitting skin and deep, throaty moans and whimpers, Mason didn’t hear the creaking of wood splintering, but Will did.

 “I said,” Mason iterated, slamming his hips forward, back, “is. That. Clear?”

 “Crystal,” the demon breathed, and then threw his body down with as much force as he could muster, effectively snapping the beam securing his chains in half, sending the two men tumbling to the floor.

 Will was up in an instant.

 “I do have a few amendments,” he growled, yanking Mason to his feet by the hair before shoving him onto the bed.

 “First, stop being such a showy little twat, doesn’t suit you.”

 Murder in his eyes, Mason made to sit up and reel back a fist, but Will quickly backhanded him before he could even get on his elbows.

 “Second, I’m nobody’s, least of all your little fuck-toy.

“Third,” grabbing his shredded shirt from the floor, he straddled Mason, wrestling his wrists together and binding them with the soiled fabric and pinning them above his head. “Stop acting like ya gotta be in charge all the fucking time.”

 Will leaned close, sneering cheekily as Mason bared his teeth.

 “Lemme take the initiative sometimes, eh?”

 With that, the demon reached behind him and took hold of Mason’s dick, shuffled his hips flush, and achingly sat back.

 The effect was fascinating, Mason’s subtle struggling ceasing entirely as the muscles in his straining arms relaxed. Will still held fast to his wrists but allowed himself a little less composure as he found a rhythm that had the man beneath him huffing through his nostrils, apparently not daring to grant his clenched jaw any reprieve just yet.

 He’d fix that, and a smooth roll of his torso as he bottomed out had Mason gasping.

 “Hahnn, see?” The demon said. “Kinda nice to let someone else take the reins for a bit?”

 Daring to let go of Mason’s wrists with one hand, he brushed back some of the hair stuck to the man’s forehead and pressed a kiss to his birthmark.

 Unfortunately, this was just the window Mason needed to wrench himself free of the demon’s grasp and wrap his wrists around Will’s neck, holding him in place and very, very close to his blazing eyes.

 For a solid minute, neither man nor demon moved, or breathed, and then Mason spoke.

 “I’m going to kill you one day.”

 “Looking forward to it,” Will replied, lips a hair’s breadth from Mason’s. “But let’s enjoy each other a little before then.”

 The kiss was heated and messy, the demon shoving his tongue as deep as he could, swallowing Mason’s moans as he began moving his hips again. They broke the osculation with a shared groan, and then Will straightened himself, anchored his hands on Mason’s thighs, and ground down as hard as he could withstand.

 “Fuck!” Mason cried, abandoning all reserve and throwing his head back.

 Were he not currently occupied with such overwhelming stimulation, Will might have said something clever at the man’s reckless abandon. As it were, the two were lost to their carnal pleasures, their whines and gasps crescendoing in a depraved symphony the cadence of which was a soundless cry from them both when they came, bodies throbbing and tightening and spasming, leaving Will to collapse fully against Mason’s chest, and Mason to stare placidly at the draperies overhead.

 Eventually, the latter realized nearly an hour had elapsed and that Stanford might return any moment, and he hurriedly shoved the demon off of him and dressed. There were horrid wrinkles in his slacks (if only he’d thought to remove them fully), but thankfully no stains. Really his hair was the worst for its wear, but a quick combing through with his fingers had it more or less presentable.

 “Going so soon?” Will asked, lounging languidly on the bed as he watched Mason.

 “Oh don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it.”

 “Mm, can’t wait,” the demon sighed, licking his lips.

 “I am going to kill you,” he called as Mason made to leave. “You know that, right?”

 Mason paused at the door, palm resting just above the exit sigil that sealed it, and looked back at the demon sprawled without a care in the world, his lithe body gleaming with sweat, blood, and suppressed power.

 “Can’t wait to see you try,” he replied, sweeping through the door and out of Stanford’s office, a violent grin stretched wide from canine to canine.

 Truly, he couldn’t wait.

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Hufflepuff!Joshua and Slytherin!Jihoon Hogwarts Headcanons

HUFFLEPUFF!JOSHUA:

Literally the sweetest boi, I cri

When he was put in Hufflepuff no one was surprised because he spent the whole train ride there being his gentlemanly self

Helping people with their luggage if he saw them struggling or having a hard time carrying their things

Holding doors for everyone- the ladies and  gentlemen

Because let’s be real- Joshua Hong don’t care about your gender he just wants you to be happy and comfortable

The lady with the snack cart rolls around to his section of the train and asks if he wants to buy anything

And he’s like “oh no thank you, but hi what’s your name”

Cue Joshua befriending the lady and learning her life story and the names of her 6 kids

The lady is like “can I give an award to your parents for raising you to be this way”

And Joshua is like !!! “My parents are great I’ll tell you why!”

He tells the lady everything about his family and is so happy and  enthusiastic and the woman is almost in tears she’s so touched

She’s all “if you need anYTHinG don’t hesitate to find me”

She low key leaves him a bunch of snacks without charging him

And he’s like “oh she must’ve left these, how nice” and shares with the other students around him and adfghjk  can you tell I love Joshua Hong because I do like who doesn’t

I stg it’s impossible not to love him

BUT ANYWAY

FLASH TF FORWARD

You know he’s one of the Prefects for Hufflepuff because like who else is more qualified? Soonyoung? No ma'am. Not unless we want a dance party every time people are trying to study in the commons room. 

Is really helpful and caring over the younger students and if he sees they’re getting frustrated/sad/homesick, he’ll just go full out dorky and get them to laugh

Student: *is sad*

Joshua: “Wanna see how high I can sing?” *SCREAMS*

Student: *not breathing enough because of how hard they’re laughing* 

If anyone questions his prefect method of handling things (which is usually in a casual and memey way) he’s just responds like “well it’s a good thing they didn’t make you prefect, you obviously have no idea what you’re doing”

*air horn noise x1000* KILL EM JOSH

if he’s really worn out or just generally feeling down after a long day, he’ll go to his bed and slide his guitar out from the space under his bed frame and play really relaxing and beautiful melodies and sing along

And EVERYONE KNOWS JOSHUA DOES THIS BC IF YOU HEARD THIS ANGEL DO MUSIC THINGS WOULD YOU KEEP QUIET? nope

So if someone hears Joshua playing in his dorm room from the commons room it’ll be a chorus of shuffling and whispers of ��he’s playing again! Everyone hush and listen!” Until everyone literally stops what they’re doing to listen to his beautiful voice and rhythmic guitar playing. 

Joshua wonders why he finds most of the Hufflepuff kids asleep in the commons room the next morning like “how did you all manage to fall asleep here?? Why wouldn’t you go to bed?”

And Seungkwan and Hoshi are all “wELL yOU know these couches are so comfy ahaha”

And Joshua is just like “ …k good to know”

Everyone knows that if Joshua is ever up late playing pretty music it’s because he’s feeling down so they make like an organized system so that the next day, everyone is nice to him and only good things happen. 

Someone’s clumsy owl is flying straight for Joshua? Hoshi jumps and grabs it out of the air and then runs tf away so Joshua doesn’t notice anything happened. 

Some jerk looks like they’re about to start a fight with him? Seungkwan “accidentally” drops a vial of newts urine on the jerk. 

Seungkwan: *hair flips* “hmm… sorry bout that” *walks away*

Joshua: “??? Are you okay? Let me help you”

Joshua would literally help the guy clean himself up OBLIVIOUS TO THE GUY’S ILL INTENTIONS TOWARDS HIM and the guy would be like “WHY DID I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS ANGEL, I MUST PROTECT HIM” 

And this is how everyone comes to love Joshua

Because how can you not?

ALSO

Joshua was talking with some random Hufflepuff kiddo about Naruto and a pureblood Hufflepuff walked by and was like “wtf is a naruto”

And joshua was like “bro its an anime how do you not know this”

And then the pureblood kid was like “wait what is anime?”

Joshua immediately calls for a Hufflepuff house meeting

“Okay guys it’s come to my attention that some of us aren’t aware of a certain reALLY awESoME thing called anime so we’re gonna have a marathon of a handful of them. I chose Fairytail, One Piece, and Haikyuu for tonight, let’s do it!”

Half the kids are like “hECK YES”, and the other half are like “??? If it makes Joshua happy then sure I’ll stay”

Some kid: “what about Yuri On Ice??”

Joshua: “what ABOUT Yuri On Ice?”

Another kid: “wait doesn’t Jeonghan kind of look like Victor?”

Joshua: “omg, you’re right. no one tell him about it but let’s Photoshop his face onto Victor and fill his dorm with copies of it”

The kids: “Joshua aren’t you supposed to be nice”

Joshua: “I’m nice to you now hush Natsu is about to breathe fire”

A couple of days later Ravenclaw!Jeonghan (at this point in time his hair is dyed silver and is longer like in the Mansae era) storms up to the Hufflepuff dorms with hands full of crumpled Victor posters, demanding to see Joshua

Joshua is just like “oh it must’ve been one of your ravenclaw kids, us Hufflepuffs know not to start trouble”

Jeonghan: “what do you mean you don’t start trouble, you have Seungkwan and Soonyoung in your house”

Seungkwan: “LISTEN VICTOR GO BACK TO YOUR DORM”

Jeonghan dyed his hair black and cut it shorter the next day

All the Hufflepuffs were snickering and Joshua was like “doN’t make fun of him”

Joshua: “hey Jeonghan nice hair” *knowing smirk*

Moral of the story, everyone just wants this memey boy to be happy and loved, and he definitely is. Even by Jeonghan.

SLYTHERIN!JIHOON

Don’t make fun of his height unless you want to be hexed. 

Literally the other Slytherins call him “Prince of Hexing”

He really likes hexes the best because they’re worse than jinxes but not at bad as curses

They’re just the right amount of “don’t fuck with me, I dare you”

Is also a prefect like Joshua,  but more because he’s really smart and good at handling situations that require leadership (like who could be the leader of a subunit with memes like Seungkwan and DK and not be a good leader smh)

The other houses are like “woah this guy is hardcore”

But his Slytherin kids know he’s a softie :)))

Jihoon: “hey quit running in the hallway, who do you think you are”

Actual translation of his emotions: “don’t run in the hall because someone’s gonna get hurt and I’ll be upset if you guys are in pain”

He’s soft. But disguises it well. 

NO ONE TELLS HIM THAT HE’S SOFT UNLESS THEY WANNA BE HEXED THOUGH

Unless you’re like already good friends with him and just picking fun at each other and are like “aww you’re a cutie, ya know”

Jihoon’s cheeks will flush brighter than a tomato

Also the sleeves of his robes are a lil too long for his arms so he has constant sweater paws and it’s the cutest thing

I’m not saying that he has a prank war with Gryffindor!Seungcheol but that’s exactly what I’m saying

All the stereotypical negativity between Slytherins and Gryffindors has been channeled into pranking each other. 

For the most part it’s Slytherins Jihoon, Jun, Minghao, and Chan vs. Gryffindors Seungcheol, Vernon, and Mingyu.

This war was initiated in the dining hall on one fine day *ba dum tss*

Seungcheol may or may not have slipped a love potion into Jihoon’s drink (literally just for shits and giggles like he had no real reason to, he just wanted to see what would happen)

the next person to go talk to Jihoon was Hufflepuff!Soonyoung

Let’s just say that after a very accidentally romantic conversation between the two, that Soonyoung still has a crush on him lol (who wouldn’t)

Soonyoung: “SEUNGCHEOL THANK YOU”

Seungcheol: “??? You’re welcome?”

Meanwhile Jun, Minghao, and Chan who were at the Slytherin table at the time never let Jihoon live it down

So Jihoon is like “alright revenge time”

So he plans to hex Seungcheol because like. that’s just what he does, he’s Prince of Hexes. 

He goes to the stadium one day because he left his bag behind when he was leaving quidditch practice (his position on the team is beater) and was like “oh God my homework is in there, what if it rains???”

What a cute studious boy

But yeah he’s getting his bag from the stands and thought that no one else was in the stadium but there he is. Choi Seungcheol. Out on his broom practicing (He’s the captain of the Griffindor quidditch team). 

Jihoon is like “welp it’s now or never”

But he finds himself hesitating.

he realizes that if he hexes Seungcheol, the role model for the Gryffindor kids, how is that going to reflect on their opinion of Slytherin kids?

And Jihoon does NOT want anyone fucking around with his kids. 

So instead of putting a painful hex on Seungcheol, he turns Seungcheol’s originally black hair, very very pink. 

And he just leaves the stadium. 

Seungcheol meanwhile has no idea that this has happened, because he’s intensely practicing and there’s no mirrors around because it’s a stadium

He only finds out when he walks into the Gryffindor commons room, vry tired from practice, and goes up to his dorm which he shares with Mingyu. 

Mingyu sees him and loSES IT

He can’t even say why he’s laughing because he’s laughing so hard

Seungcheol is literally about to throw hands when Mingyu just shoves a hand-held mirror in his face

Seungcheol stops moving and just thinks really hard. 

And he knows that it was Jihoon. he knows in his sOUL that it was Jihoon. 

Mingyu is like “its okay man do you want me to fix it?”

But Seungcheol is like “no. let’s have the rest of the school see what he did”

Mingyu: “pffft okay, princess bubblegum”

Seungcheol: “right back at you, Cheeto”

Mingyu: :/

ANYWAY BACK TO JIHOON

The next day in the dining hall (because yes this is a high school, it’s just for magic and stuff, so like all high school dramas/movies, shit is gonna go down in the caf)

Seungcheol walks right up the Jihoon who’s sitting at the Slytherin table and is like “like my hair? ;)))”

Jihoon is like “yeah, it really suits you”

And Seungcheol

My boy, Seungcheol

We know how he gets a lil reckless when he’s competitive

So Seungcheol says “I’m surprised you could even see the color from all the way down there”

Before Jihoon can stand up or react or do anything, Seungcheol’s pink hair is covered in an apple pie

An apple pie that Slytherin!Minghao just happened to be taking to Jun who was sat further down the table

Jun: *yelling at Minghao in Chinese* “omg my freaking pie!!”

Minghao: *yelling back in Chinese* “it was fOR A GOOD CAUSE”

Seungcheol is just standing there. And on the inside he’s thinking “fair move, Slytherin”

And he just turns and gives Mingyu and Vernon a certain look full of determination and a lil bit of craziness tbh

They know what Seungcheol wants them to do

Cue Mingyu’s look of horror and Vernon’s biggest smile

Vernon stands on the Gryffindor table and yells loud enough for everyone to hear:

"FOOD FIGHT!!”

And metaphorically speaking, shit hits the fan. Literally speaking, Minghao is immediately pied in the face by Jun.

Minghao: *still yelling in Chinese* “WE’RE ON THE SAME SIDE”

No but for real everyone in Gryffindor and Slytherin are throwing food across the cafeteria at each other. 

And you know how in the dining hall there’s just four really long tables, one for each house? Well the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables are the outside tables. 

Which means they are throwing food OVER the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. and a lot of food begins to hit these two houses too

Jeonghan and Joshua just make eye contact and nod and then everyone is in this fight

It lasts for about fifteen minutes until the professors can get it under control

When the professors ask who started it, everyone knows about Seungcheol and Jihoon’s feud, so the finger is pointed at them. 

While sitting in Dumbledore’s study, its dead silent but Jihoon and Seungcheol are shooting glances at each other every couple of seconds

Until they finally make eye contact and bust out laughing

“did you see Seungkwan get knocked out of his chair because Vernon threw a whole chicken at him?”

“Of course but did you see the look on Jeonghan’s face when Wonwoo smeared peanut butter into his hair?”

Dumbledore walks in and is like “I see you don’t regret your actions, but you’ve made a special bond with one another, so I’ll let you off the hook this time around”

Seungcheol: “wow, really?”

Dumbledore: “lol no, you two get to clean up the whole dining hall, without using magic. But that’ll give you two more time to get to know one another and realize you’re more similar than you think”

So Jihoon and Seungcheol spend the whole night cleaning, but they also talk the whole time, too. 

By the end of the night it’s like they’ve know each other their entire lives. 

The next day, Jihoon sees Seungcheol in the dining hall and smiles at him and everyone is like “…what. Jihoon just smiled at someone. and it was seuNGCHeoL. Are they friends now?”

But everyone just goes along with it and no one holds any grudges. 

Except for Minghao @Jun lmao