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Well, hell. He had fully intended to stay in control, but that was falling apart fast, the moment Snow got smug with him. There was no getting over how damn attractive he found that confidence. So when Snow turned it in a lewd direction, Hope’s throat was suddenly all too dry. Damnit, this was worse than his fantasies in all the right ways.

But was he actually going to get it on with Snow? Snow had–he had a beloved, and okay, she’d been gone quite a while now and guys have needs and it wasn’t like this was a love thing. Hope did sort of admire Snow as much as he hated Snow sometimes. It was just that he’d always really wanted Snow’s body and… well, that made it fine, right? Right.

“I, uh… given how big it feels, the answer migt be no.” He could slide his hips along it and still feel it running along the bottom of his shorts and trying to picture that sliding in him made him throb as well. “But uh… I’d sure love to be proven wrong.”

“No huh?” Snow groaned as he felt Hope move against him, his abs bunched and flexed as he swiveled his wide hips again. “If not, I’m sure we can work Somethin’ out... one way or another.”

Hell, at this point he was willing to let Hope fuck him if he couldn’t fuck Hope. Serah, please forgive this one time. Surely she would understand he needed this... right?

“This will probably be a one time thing, kid. So now’s your chance to do what you will with me,” Snow said quietly, tone husky and lids low as he gazed up at Hope. “Anything goes,” he added in a groan, thick length twitching against Hope’s ass.

#kuroshitsuji #joker #character study #musing #this is amazing

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A Second Look: Joker

What secrets are hidden behind a smile? What emotions gather like a waiting storm behind an easy-going façade? While it’s true that most people hide a certain amount of their feelings, both in reality and in Black Butler, these questions are very accurate for Joker. He seems to be naturally very kind and quick to smile, yet he does horrible deeds in the darkness of the night. He was trying to protect his circus family despite the fact the path they followed him down could only lead to death. How did he deal with these extreme contradictions in his own mind?

Joker’s personality is one of the more kind and caring in the series. While living on the streets with the others, he took on the role of big brother and protector. When Doll lost her tooth, he led the others to work hard to have a coin so she could believe in the Tooth Fairy despite the cruelty of their situation. After being led to believe that Ciel had lost his eye, he immediately becomes sympathetic. While performing in the circus, he genuinely seems to want to make others smile and laugh. There is quite often a smile upon his face.

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I am the one thing in life I can control

Wait for it from Hamilton: An American Musical

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Well, that… that was the most direct response possible. He felt like he’d start burning up if he got any hotter in the face, frankly. “That’s your–it’s lifting me!” That was an exaggeration, but he could feel it press beneath up when it throbbed, and it was easy enough to roll with it. “How big–!?”

He was still, perhaps, a bit embarassed. Even with all the dirty books and comics he read, and the porn he’d watched, he wasn’t quite ready for this to become reality. Well, maybe not–no. No no, there was only the option to be ready. If he let this chance get away from him, he’d never forgive himself.

The book dropped behind him, falling off the bed in turn, and Hope paid it no heed. Instead, he brought his hand back around - and down between them. Hesitating just above the waist of Snow’s pants, feeling at his abs instead for the moment, fingers daring lowering.

“I uh… I think this is the part where you show me how big. A-and then give it to me.” Just keep a goal in mind. A hot, throbbing goal.

Snow couldn’t help a dark chuckle, pleased with that little ego stroke. Gripping Hope’s hips in a more firm grip, he swiveled his hips up in a small buck to make Hope bounce a bit. “No,” he groaned in a slightly strained tone,”that would be my cock lifting you up.”

Fuck he was horny as all get out. It was like a switch had been flipped and there was no going back now. Unless Hope didn’t want it.

Luckily, that didn’t seem like it was going to be the case. He watched as Hope carelessly discarded that kinky book in favor of feeling up his abs. Which felt really damn good. He was a little surprised by the kid’s boldness, but he wasn’t gonna complain. Snow did, however, give him a bit of a playfully arrogant smirk.

“Think you can handle my fat cock?” Snow teased, giving another swivel of his hips to press said erection against Hope’s ass more firmly.

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Well, for the moment, Hope’s mind had passed off on acknowledgement of Snow getting hard beneath him. There were more pressing matters on his mind, and so everything else pressing against everything else was becoming entirely secondary. He just had to get the book away. He leaned up and forward, not even thinking about it as his softer skin pressed against Snow’s bold, strong chest; slipping his arms straight up as their bodies slid together. Pressing his own unmistakable need against Snow’s abs - and at last, managing to take hold and pull the book away, settling back down.

“Gooooo~t it!” And only now that he’d gotted it behind his own back did he realise that he’d just moaned in the process of speaking that. Like all those sensations of the past few seconds finally caught up with him. “Y-you… jerk…!” And trying to immediately shift to irritation was not working. This was really bad. How’d he let himself end up on Snow’s lap, how’d he end up so close, he was wearing almost nothing, neither of them were, and oh god Snow’s pants were not thick enough to hide anything apparently because there was no way that wasn’t a–

“Snow are you… uh… h-hiding a knife or something, or…?” Well, that was one of the oldest lines known, but his brain was not doing a good job of coming up with anything except very, very dirty images.

It had been a very long time, much too long, since Snow had been any kind of intimate with anything other than his hand. The feeling of Hope’s smooth chest sliding against his own felt amazing and between that and all the pressure on his lap had him ridiculously boned up harder than he can remember. He couldn’t even remember the words he’d just read aloud before the book finally got snatched from his grip.

“Heh heh,” Snow gave a breathy laugh and a cheesy slow grin as Hope huffed at him and called him a jerk. More reflex than anything, his hands came down to settle on Hope’s hips for something to hold on to in place of the book as he just lay there looking up at the boy atop him. His own face was slightly flushed and his mind was starting to feel a little fuzzy already. Most of his blood had fled south.

“No, Hope. That’s just my cock,” Snow stated blatantly, it was obvious after all. Wasn’t like he could deny or hide the fact he was sporting a monster erection, that twitched a couple times at the acknowledgment. His thumbs began rubbing slow circles against Hope’s hipbones as he gazed down Hope’s front and got a good eyeful of the boy’s own tent. “And I doubt you’re packing a knife in there either.”

Snow looked back up to meet Hope’s gaze with a soft smile as he earnestly asked, “So what now?”

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Hope’s face went red. As though it hadn’t already, his embarassment was clear as day, staring shocked up at Snow as he read it aloud. At the very least Snow’d found one of the more consensual segments–but no, even still! No, no, no, no, this wasn’t happening!

“Give me that!” He lunged himself up again, going vertical, trying to snap up to grab the book. He was practically worming his way into sitting in Snow’s lap. The primary concern he had was getting it back and away from Snow at the moment. So he was barely noticing, for the moment, how damn close they’d suddenly gotten as a result of this game of keep-away.

Though, a small part of him might have wanted him to fail. That sounded amazing in his voice.

Snow wasn’t always the best at multi-tasking, it was hard enough to juggle between reading and keeping the book away from him. But he also just Had to steal a couple glances at Hope’s face. The poor kid was as red as a tomato and looked absolutely horrified. He’d feel like a scumbag if he made the boy cry. Unfortunately, he was brash and impulsive. He still didn’t want to stop yet so he didn’t.

Flipping to another page, Snow began reading more. This one, the man seemed a lot less consensual than the last one. “ ‘Please stop,’ the man pleaded even as his cock leaked like a faucet and twitched as the tentacle slipped deeper inside. It felt weird... “ Snow paused. Speaking of feeling weird...

Hope was shifting around on his lap now, his ass rubbing against his crotch. Snow suddenly felt like he’d been submerged in boiling water, even as a thrilling chill shot down his spine. It felt fucking good. But... this was Hope. He couldn’t possibly... could he? The boy was a minor and.... and he had Serah. Even if Serah had been gone for a very long time and for a very long time it’d just been him and his hand. Shit... he swallowed hard. There was no way Hope Couldn’t feel the tent he just popped under his ass.

Unable to bite back a soft groan of his own, Snow tried to play it off as what he was reading and tried to continue like nothing was out of the ordinary on his end. “N-now, no matter how reluctant he’d been at first, the man was really starting to like being fucked by that thick tentacle up his ass....” Snow was distracted now, his movements slower so it would probably be easy to knock the book out of his hands.

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estheimsucksliteraldick:

Wow, he’d misheard that for a moment. Had to have misheard that. Did Snow just call him easy? Contextually it had to be wrong. No, he was talking about messing with his head. That jerk! That stupid, attractive jerk! And while Hope was busy fuming…

Oh. Oh no no no he found the–

“P-put that down!” Red in the face, Hope practically dived at it. The cover was ambiguous enough, but if he saw that there wasn’t a single girl in it Snow would absolutely get the worst (and most accurate) picture of Hope, and that was by and large the most important thing. It was why he was throwing himself almost across the other’s lap. Growing arousal be damned, even if there was little to stop it from being noticed. He could only hope the lunge would do the trick. “That’s private!”

“Oof!” Snow grunted as the kid lunged on top of him, luckily a near miss to his family jewels though he still slightly got the wind knocked out of him. He was quick to recover, blue eyes shinning mischievously and a devious grin spreading across his face as he expertly kept Hope from snatching the book back. He thought he felt something hard poking his thigh, but at the moment he was mostly distracted at keeping the book out of Hope’s grasp as he flipped through several pages and stopped on a random excerpt to read aloud.

“Ahh, ahh, aaahh,” Snow began, moaning cheesily in a slight imitation of he didn’t know who... perhaps he was just doing a dramatic reading, ‘Please fuck me deeper,’ the boy cried out in bliss as a tentacle as thick as a tree trunk speared his ass. The suction cups felt absolutely amazing so deep inside him.” Snow stopped reading and grinned down at Hope. “Wow kid, I had no idea you had such kinky fetishes.”

Of course, on top of the fact it was tentacle porn, it hadn’t escaped his notice that it was also gay tentacle porn.

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Jeez, was Snow seriously in here, looking for porn? Hope shut the door quickly, realising that this was not something he’d want someone overhearing - or seeing. And then he realised a moment later that he was now in his room, with Snow. In his room, with Snow. Oooh those words sounded nice in his head. No, no. Focus on right now.

At least he was relatively confident Snow wouldn’t find anything. There was enough to find though - if Snow dared look into the space behind the bed he’d definitely find some ‘night reading’ material tucked away, and that was the last thing Hope wanted Snow finding. His choice of works were not exactly vanilla anymore, curious teen that he was.

“I–I wasn’t jerking off, you pervert!” Jesus, did Snow have to look so hot though? Sitting on his bed like that, legs spread just enough to look inviting for Hope to come sit in. Damnit, he was going to need to after this. at this rate. He’d done so well not thinking about this all day too. “Did you come here just to tease me?”

Snow browsed uninterested through a couple more pages of the textbook he’d picked up before dropping it off to the side in a careless fashion. He wasn’t too big on reading, especially the smart stuff. Maybe a comic book here and there... or porn. He knew where the main hiding spots to stash porn tended to be. Usually behind the headboard or under the mattress. Usually some place hidden but close to the bed.... because of obvious reasons.

“No, not Just for that reason. But you make it too easy and it’s a fun distraction,” Snow said, grinning towards Hope. He briefly pondered if he should just drop it now and stop trying to embarrass the poor kid.... Nah.

Leaning over, he slipped a hand between the head of the bed and the wall and, sure enough, his fingers came into contact with a book of some kind. “Oh, look what we have here,” Snow cooed as he pulled it out and looked at what he was holding.

His eyebrows went up in surprise. The book, clearly porn, was simply titled ‘S-ed-uction’ and there were tentacles decorating the cover. Tentacle porn? He’d have thought Hope’s tastes in sex would’ve been more.... vanilla.

“Interesting,” Snow murmured, as he opened the cover to see what lay inside.

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“Couldn’t sleep? You…” he was trailing off as he watched Snow’s body work, watched the guy show off. All he could think was that Snow had to have done that unintentionally because that was always how he did things. Like an idiot. A big, smoking hot, idiot.

A big, smoking hot idiot that had just let himself into Hope’s flat.

“Hey!” He huffed a bit. “Who said you could come in?” This was alarm bells to him, because while he was kind of used to having Snow around, having the man come in during the evening, when they were both half naked, felt pretty damn sexual. Nevermind what was asked next, which Hope stammered a reply to - once again, shattering the chance of being believed? “P-porn? No, no! J-just a… my textbooks.”

Yeah, the last thing he needed was the word ‘porn’ on the brain when the person in the room with him was the one he’d used as fantasies.

“What, you didn’t say I could come in?” Snow asked faux innocently, shooting a playful smile over his shoulder at Hope before he continued to leisurely prowl around the flat, looking at everything. He came to a halt at the side of Hope’s bed, blue gaze trailing over the lay out slowly as if looking for signs of something.

Snow smirked at Hope’s stammering little freak out. It really wasn’t very believable. Sounded just like any teen trying to cover up what they’ve been doing. Sure, there was a couple normal textbooks laying about, but who was to say the kid didn’t hide the juicy stuff somewhere?

Sitting down on Hope’s bed, Snow looked back over at the other with an amused grin. “You took so long to answer the door so I thought I had interrupted your ‘alone time’,” he explained, causally leaning back on his hands, legs spread out a little provocatively though it was apparent he wasn’t trying to put himself on display on purpose. Picking up one of the textbooks, he looked it over with vague disinterest. “It’s ok if you were, ya know. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

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It was only now that he was actually in conversation that he took time to note Snow’s state. He always felt inadequate, but realising the other was also naked from the waist up just made it worse. In a lot of ways. Inadequacy always gave way to admiration, and that gave way to fantasy. At least Snow’s usual coat covered most of it up, but this was unfair.

“Interrupt something…?” Wait, what was he doing? He had to process things a bit, trying to shake his head clear, now that it had focused in on oh, shit, it’s Snow. “Y-yeah. I was reading.” It was the truth, and frankly it was a believable truth… but given the way he was hesitant in his words it probably didn’t sound like it. A kick of the horomones probably didn’t help either; not that Hope had any idea what Snow was suspecting of him.

“Why? What do you want?” Just try to sound irritated as ever, he told himself, trying his best not to let his voice crack or anything dumb like that.

Snow’s smile only widened. The kid was staring at him in a kind of hazy-like daze and when he did speak, he sounded frazzled and distracted as well. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d interrupted Hope getting a little me time with his hand. He was tempted to look down between the boy’s legs to see if he was sportin’ something special. But he was trying to be respectful.

“Reading, huh?” Snow hummed thoughtfully. Hope did like to read. The question was, What had he been reading exactly? In hindsight, he was waaay too interested in the idea. But in the moment, he was just having some harmless fun.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Snow said as he straightened from leaning against the doorway and gave a slow roll of his shoulders as if to work off some sore muscles, chest flexing a bit in the process. The sweatpants he wore rode awfully low, showing off some hipbone and the light trail of hair from his navel to lower beneath the pants. “So I decided to come see how you were doing,”

With that, Snow let himself in, strutting past Hope and into his living-room. He looked around, searching for those books out of curiosity. “So what were you readin’? Porn?”

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Who was ringing his doorbell at ten at night? It was a good thing he was still up, wrapped around one of his textbooks, or he’d be somewhat grumpy about it. Well, actually, he was a bit grumpy all the same. He’d been starting to nod off.

“Yeah, yeah. Hold on.” He took his time marking down his page with a fold of the corner, setting it front and center on his desk, and changing from his sleeping pants to at least a pair of shorts that would look decent and not like he was about to pass out.

When he opened the door to see Snow there, though, he immediately realized that he should have grabbed a shirt too. Few things made him quite as self-conscious as being around the muscular brawler. “I–uh, hey. What’s got you out here, so late?” So he covered it up with trying to sound irritated, instead.

As ashamed as he was to admit it, Snow had woken up from a nightmare he couldn’t quite remember. All that kept playing in his mind on some morbid, broken repeat was Serah screaming his name in pain and terror. That wasn’t the part he was ashamed about, however. Everyone had nightmares, it was something they couldn’t control. No. What was embarrassing was that for the past forty five minutes he kept tossing and turning, unable to fall back to sleep because that nightmare haunted him, shook him to his core.

With a groan of exasperation, Snow turned over onto his back and stared up at the dim ceiling, one arm falling to the side to drape half-way off the side of the mattress. He knew he wasn’t getting some shut eye any time soon. At least if he remained alone, left to his own devices. Randomly, he thought about Hope. The kid was rather relaxing to be around, seemed to have this way about him that eased some unknown pressure in his chest. Plus, Hope pretty much lived right next door.

Sitting up, he paused perched at the side of the bed and gave a wide stretch with an obnoxiously loud yawn. He glanced down and decided it was probably best to put on a pair of pants. He didn’t have anything to be ashamed of, but people probably wouldn’t appreciate him walking around in the nude. So, pulling on some loose fitting black sweatpants and matching slippers, Snow briefly combed his fingers through his hair in hopes of looking halfway presentable and made his way to Hope’s doorstep and knocked.

And he waited…..for a suspicious amount of time that got his brain wandering where it shouldn’t. Then, the door finally opened to reveal Hope in nothing but shorts and it just fueled his suspicion.

Snow leaned against the door-frame as he casually gave Hope a once over with a lopsided grin spreading across his features. He ignored the question, and the kid’s irritation, in favor of asking one of his own. “What took you so long to answer the door? Did I interrupt something?”

The suggestive, teasing tone left little in the way of what he was getting at with that question. If he was right, perhaps Hope wasn’t such a kid any longer after all.