I love unhinged characters

Love yandere and unhinged fictional characters but not in real life. I also love ANGST 🦄🦄. In love with fictional characters tbh. Certified Monster Fucker. 23 yrs old

[maayhemi]

jerking off superboy prime...

content.ᐟ 18+, pathetic!clark, handjob, edging, begging, praise, pet names (baby), mommy kink

clark usually radiates heavy narcissism, his ego far too inflated for his own good. except for now, of course.

his demeanor is much different when you're sitting behind him on the bed, your arm wrapped around his waist and fisting his flushed, leaking cock.

"oh– oh fuuuuck–" he's a wiggling, mewling mess, totally at your mercy. your stroking remains a constant, agonizingly slow movement on his dick, despite his incessant pleading.

"baby, please, i– shit!–" he's cut off when your hand stops and tightens around him painfully, "clark, not yet" you can feel him throbbing in your palm, glistening beads of precum slide down his shaft to coat your fist as you resume.

he's squirming uncomfortably, grasping at the sheets next to him and whimpering. "i've been– i've been good!" he tries to convince you, and it's not that he hasn't been good, but it's just too much fun seeing him so needy while you edge him.

"i know, you've been such a good boy, huh?" you're being plain cruel now, you know the praise will fly straight to his dick. "yes!" he gasps, suddenly bucking his hips "yeah- mommy–" you could laugh at just how fucking pathetic he sounds like this, his dick twitching violently from being treated like a dog.

"convince me, baby" you tut, speeding up your strokes until theres a lewd squelching sound, his legs shaking everytime your thumb runs along the slit on his pretty pink tip. he moans pornographically when you fist him quicker, his abs flexing with his restraint.

"oh, god" he whimpers, his balls are heavy with cum, right on the edge. "pleasepleaseplease mommy– i've been a g'boy, your g'boy!" his pleading is nothing short of an ego-booster for you, this big strong alien all putty in your arms.

once you finally give him the release his body's been aching for, he's hiccuping thank you's and shooting his warm, sticky release all over the front of his shirt and your hand in globs.

panting and recovering from his orgasm, he situates himself to lay his head fully in between your clothed tits, not caring to clean up the cum coating his front. "thank y'mommy" he mumbles out, eyes half-lidded. he lets you card your fingers through his hair soothingly and coo at him, melting into you.

he'll never live this down.

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[truestaim]

riding superboy prime while he reads his comics and pretends like he isn't about to cum in you. you cling to him like a helpless koala while you bounce, and yet he doesn't falter. if you couldn't feel how heavy his breathing was getting and the way he twitches inside of you, you'd think he didnt care at all. he sucks in a sharp breath every time you clench or cum around him and he's barely comprehending the words now, being stoic always spurs you on, and you always fall apart and tire yourself out before he breaks. only then does he set the book down and finally begin to move his hips to match your pace "you had fun baby? y'look a little tired." its laced with fake sympathy, he knows you're exhausted, you're shaking and almost in tears against his chest. "i know baby... fuck, i'm almost there."

[scissorhvnds]

loserrrr! ✶⋆.˚

superboy prime x reader

thinking of sitting on clark's lap. your lips meet his brows, then his nose, then his cheek, then down his jaw and stopping just below his ear. you take the sensitive skin between your teeth, the soothing it over with the tip of your tongue. your weight is settled deliciously over his painfully hard cock, smirking into his skin as you grind your hips in gentle circles. you torture him with small grinds. his mind is already hazy, drunk off the feeling of your lips, of your clothed pussy pressing down against his cock, yet you've barely kissed him. was that on purpose? were you teasing him on purpose? he's not conscious enough to tell. all he can hear is you, all he can feel is you. all around him. everywhere. 

your lips trail just below his ear and you press soft fluttering kisses against the expanse of clark's smooth skin. your fingers explore his chest, shoulders, hair, ensuring that clark is consumed by you — more than he already is. 

"f-fuck wait, baby, i—" clark whimpers, his head dropping back against the couch. his body is on fire, strung up so high that he's on the verge of falling off the edge. you silence his whines with your own mouth, lips sealing over his. you push your tongue into his mouth and sucking the tip of his into yours. 

his hands tighten against your hips, holding you down against him. fuck, fuck, clark is so fucking fucked. his cock is throbbing in his sweats, threatening to bust into the cotton like a loser. god, he feels so fucking pathetic. and you know it too. you want it. you want to see how little it takes for clark to surrender. 

you pull your head back, eyes cataloguing his dishevelled features. clark's eyes are half-lidded, sweat beading at his hairline, and lips parted with the force of his ragged breathes. barely composed. you love it. 

you dip your head down, gently tracing his bottom lip with your tongue before sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. 

and clark knows he's fucked. he shudders beneath you, spurting thick globs of cum into his sweatpants. fucking pathetic. you love him. he practically chokes on his whine, his head falls forward into your shoulder. his hips continue to stutter and grind up harder into your clothed pussy. he can't stop fucking cumming, holy shit—

clark digs his fingers into your hips with another loud whimper. the force of his fingers threaten to tear your own bottoms right off your skin. your eyes remain locked onto his shuddering form, a soft satisfied giggle leaving your mouth at the sight. another thick glob of cum spurts from clark's clock when he hears it. 

"oooh, my, shit," he breathes out into your neck, hips continuing to jerk beneath you. the front of his sweats are soaked through with cum, staining your own panties. he bites down onto your shoulder to contain his pathetic whimpers. it's not his fault you're so pretty! he's just so in love with you. 

another smirk spreads across your lips, "clark?" your fingers soothingly run through his hair, attempting to bring him back to you after his orgasm. 

he lifts his head, eyes darkening as they meet yours, "my turn," 

an: MOOORREEEEE PRIME TIME AYEEEE. i want him to be as pathetic as possible

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[urktola]

How does Kon resist patting Tim on the head

[erinwantstowrite]

UHHHH HAPPY LATE VALENTINES

[maomaxdkkjj]

[unicornconnor]

KONTOSIS

[stantanly]

i tried

[cosinus2]

Tiktok didn't like this art

Hope you will

[cowsnotcrows]

happy Valentine’s Day!!!! :D

[urktola]

so many feelings~

and the bonus looked like recognition from the outside

[gicoon8987]

yes yes fortinatate or whatever sure

[mariumerry]

I know Tim is laughing so hard on my inside… Or he’ll think about it later and giggle to himself…

[sasiukk]

Timkon silly comic

[robs-your-robins]

Please give me more of Tim stressing Dick out 🙏

Tim dismantled Dick's fridge at 4am because it's leaking and Dick stumbles out of his bedroom to find all his food on the counter top and Tim face timing Bernard while his ice cream melts.

Tim has these really weird growth spurts and he can literally shoot up about two or three inches overnight and Dick is just watching his little brother tower over him.

Tim traumadrumps on him without meaning to. Sometimes he's just in the middle of lunch and he'll mention in passing that he was never held as a kid or something.

Tim will sometimes appear in Dick's apartment and make food. Dick once walked in from patrol in Bludhaven to find Tim making a giant pastrami sandwich, despite Dick having nothing in his fridge.

Tim sometimes hacks Dick's streaming services and changes the preferred language to get him to learn a new language. Now he's stuck watching Love Island in Arabic.

Tim will on occasion just start laughing to himself and Dick suspects it's either Joker Jr trauma or he's been Jokerized but Tim just says no, he's thinking of an obscure meme.

Tim sends Dick the most out of pocket memes and Tiktoks. Not brainrot but something more eerie and chilling.

Tim sometimes drinks at least three Stanley's worth of Zesti in a sitting. Dick keeps telling him about sugar intake and Tim just keeps sipping.

[reducingemissions]

This panel of bruce and tim is sending me 😭😭😭

[blueaxolote]

author. Please please please continue with talia basically snatching away neglected reader like "yep, thats mine." I would love to read more and I want to see how you put a twist on the story. Love oove love your writing!!

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I will in the future; right now I’m a little stuck with my Constantine two‑shot.

But I would love to write more about Talia and the daughter she didn’t know she needed.

I imagine the reader’s personality as someone people perceive as dumb and sort of a brat, but in fact she is kind and brutally honest (most people can’t handle honesty). It’s so easy to twist her personality with mean rumors, especially when she doesn’t correct anyone. She doesn’t care if she is happy, that’s enough. Being neglected taught her she can have peace by herself, but even if she’s fine on her own, she still has friends.

She doesn’t need a mom, but she will cherish Talia—not from the lack of a mother in her life, but because Talia adds joy to it. They love each other genuinely. Talia can act like a regular mom, even more when Bruce finds out and go insane about it. But she has enemies, so… maybe they end up having a little bonding adventure.

"I feel like I’m in Taken," the reader whispers while bullets fly over their heads.

"Don’t dream about being kidnapped, dear," Talia chastises.

"Yeah, you’re way cooler than Liam Neeson," the reader admits.

"And you thought Kosovo would be boring," Talia teases.

"Didn’t expect the James Bond twist, but I’m embracing it."

"Are you calling me a James Bond villain?"

"Of course not. I know you’re going to win."

The bullets stop, and Talia jumps out before they can recharge.

"Don’t tell your father about our little detour," Talia warns.

"I would never, but I already texted Grandpa, and he’s sending me creepy laughing memes again."

"I told you my father was too old to understand pop culture."

"Exactly."

"Get up, dear. We have to run."

"Ugh."