#𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 — adult adaptation of d.isney d.escendant's antagonist h.arry h.ook. heavy headcanon influences and somewhat canon divergent. this is a darker & grittier version of the d.escendant's franchise. a study in the anti-villain. exploring themes of childhood trauma, wrongful incarceration / imprisonment, and the hated son. written by chey. // CARRD .
PR0JCTSTEEL . a low activity, independent roleplay blog for dc comic's superboy / kon el. mixed media influences, headcanon heavy, exploring dark & mature themes throughout. dead dove, do not eat.
a galaxy-class bad guy like you has thought of everyway to deal with metas, but you don't know about me [ ... ] bet you don't even know my powers, huh? when i first got them, it was touch and go. i touched something, and it'd go to pieces.
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@tiderider asked: ❛ you can do it, just a little more. ❜
if spencer believed in karma, this would absolutely be karma for every single time spencer has done the same to someone else.
"you're... such a... liar," spencer says, words slurred and in-between short, quick breaths. harry had been riding spencer for what felt like hours (but had really been two hours and fourteen minutes) and it didn't seem like he'd be stopping any time soon.
they'd just been talking and drinking at the bar they sometimes frequented after the gym, and the conversation had turned to past sexual encounters. they'd shared similar stories about overstimulating or edging partners until they'd cried, and harry had all of the physical markers of being aroused. spencer hadn't exactly been surprised when harry made the offer for sex -- he wasn't as oblivious as he pretended to be; he knew harry had been interested for a while -- but spencer, assuming a refusal in return, had said that he doesn't bottom for men. he either misread harry or underestimated his desire because harry said in response, "i'll ride ya.".
hands grip harry's thighs (and if spencer's nails hadn't been filed down, he'd no doubt be leaving scratch marks on harry's legs) to feel the way his muscles flexed as he continued to bounce on spencer's dick. spencer would fuck into him, but harry's hands have him pressed down -- a clear indicator that harry would take what he wanted from spencer, nothing more, nothing less. (considering spencer hadn't thought harry would bottom, it was a compromise he could live with.).
even if spencer didn't have an eidetic memory, he didn't think he could ever forget the way harry looked while riding him -- pupils dilated, attractive yet somehow evil grin on his face. harry had ejaculated quite a few times too -- evidence of it on spencer's stomach and, for one particular orgasm, chest -- but it seemed to make him hungrier for more rather than satiated.
spencer's really not used to being on the other side of this -- it's been a long, long time since he's orgasmed more than twice in one night. (spencer has always liked the control of only coming once even if he's made his partner come multiple times. plus, he gets off more seeing his partner in the thralls of sexual gratification.). still, despite his body trembling and the fuzziness threatening to fog over his mind, he can see the tell-tale signs of harry about to fall over the edge.
while his left hand continues to grip harry's thigh, his right hand moves to jack harry off. unlike the first time he tried it, harry doesn't grab spencer's wrist and pull his hand off. instead, he catches spencer's eyes and his grin widens. he feels the muscles around his cock tighten as harry comes again, making more of a mess on spencer's stomach. spencer can feel himself about to follow when harry raises himself high enough to grip the base of his cock, stopping the orgasm in its tracks.
spencer lets out a curse without meaning to, an absent thought of he's about to change his tactics running through his mind. as if to answer his thoughts, harry speaks.
"you haven't cried yet," harry says with what could only be an evil grin. despite his exhaustion and the fog threatening to take over his brain after the near orgasm, spencer can't help but grin back at harry in the exact same fashion as he rubs his thumb against harry's slit.
"neither have you," spencer says in return and harry laughs.
Been on a Helluvaverse splurge recently and wanted to try my hand at the art style. Naturally, I drew the Sea Three, because obviously. I found the style a lot more challenging than I expected but am pleased with how the designs came out. Harry went through several amendments, Uma was the most fun, but Gil's design is my favourite. ◦ This work is not for public use, if I see it uploaded somewhere else by anyone I haven't given explicit consent to upload I will hunt you down like a rabid dog.
you’re skittish, of course, and yet you still tilt your head. brush everything aside. give me space to clamp my jaws down on your throat. make the sweetest sounds, too. squirm not to get away but get closer. i could tear you apart. i should tear you apart. you should not be offering this so easily. itching for the slice of teeth that are too sharp. something, somehow, that soothes & delights. doesn’t send you running. why aren’t you running? you should not let me take and take and take. but you do. i could bleed you dry. and i want to. i want to feel your pulse get weaker and weaker while i drink my fill. feel you grow cold beneath me. don’t i?