#I've been in a mood lately

[mollyjames]

Haha what if the first sketch poll of the year was also a pinup poll?

[tevallen]

pride is over, time for wrath

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

"Nasty." 2022 Riddler x vigilante!Reader

A bit of self-indulgence, and I'm absolutely not sorry about it. Edward Nashton finds himself in a precarious position with a vigilante reader that's been on his heels.

Vigilante: "wow. Disgusting. Do it again."

Tw: NSFW, jerking off, spit kink, degradation, boot kink if you squint

You'd been on the trail of the Riddler for several days now in the sharp dark turns of Gotham. Here you were, a newer vigilante rising in need as more and more criminals with a gimmick rose from the baptismal flood of the last year. His flood. You'd had a couple run-ins with him and his shitty groupies since his escape from Arkham.

You got the impression Riddler aka Edward Nashton wasn't the physical type. Yet he give you a run for your money with the safeguard of puzzles and smokescreens between you. Except for now. No, you managed to flush him out of his hideout. Now it was the two of you in the dead end of an alleyway. The only way he could possibly escape was scaling a brick wall, a skill you were sure he hadn't suddenly developed.

You cracked your knuckles, "Alright, Nashton, end of the line. I'm sick of this. You're going back tonight."

He was panting, out of breath from sprinting away from you, "My work isn't done quite yet." His hand reached out for the wall behind him. The man in the mask was giving himself just enough leverage to push off and attack with a blunt object from his coat.

Fortunately, your reflexes were just quick enough to dodge and punch him square in the jaw. Your body weight came in handy as you shoved against him, throwing off his center of gravity. He stumbled and fell on his ass, his weapon crashing from his hand. Your boot came down gently on his abdomen, telling him to stay down.

Edwards eyes squinted as though he was smiling under the mask, "Shouldn't we be working together? We both want the same things- You're trying to fight a system of corruption because you know, you know the pigs won't do it..." The way his hand went to cradle the back of your calf and his other to the toe of your boot was almost affectionate.

You pressed your heel harder. At the nudging of your foot, you noticed his green coat pulling up- Just enough to get a sight of the hard bulge in his pants.

You scowled, your boot pulling off just slightly, "Are you... Are you fucking enjoying this? Are you kidding me right now?"

The only response you got was a huffy sigh. His breathing quickened. His hands stayed on your boot. Not to push you off but rather... As much as you hated it, the thought got you a little excited. He was looking at you in this way that was just- You weren't sure how to describe it.

Your own thoughts were becoming cloudy, "...You're disgusting. Really, fucking nasty. You want me to join you?"

"We'd make a great team..." He voice shook as your boot moved down off his abdomen to his legs. He tried to lean up.

That was stopped by your boot kicking his legs open, "Stay down. You know, I actually had plans tonight. Things to get done. For all your talk about how people suffer and struggle, you don't have much consideration for how your fucked up crimes effect them."

There was resistance against your boot, his eyes getting cold, "The sacrifice of the few reflects the truth for those that have lived in the dark. They don't know how much of their pain is caused by the people who promise to take care of them- But you and I-"

This was it. Decision time. You glanced around the area. No one around. It was an alleyway. Gross, but shockingly not the worst one you'd ever seen. Trash day was today. There wasn't a stench in this place that was harsh or noticeable. Perhaps these weren't the things that should cross your mind when considering a dalliance with a serial killer criminal but...

Everyone has their vices, don't they?

The toe of your boot went between his legs. A hiss escaped his teeth and immediately a look of being enraptured crossed over his face. He gulped. Slowly, looking for your reaction, his hands went to the zipper and button of his pants. While you allowed it, you paused and stared down at him.

"Apologize." You said.

"Wh-what..." He sounded so far away.

You pressed that shoe against his now-exposed underwear, "Say you're sorry for ruining my night." Carefully, you rolled the outline of his cock under your pressure. He groaned and panted.

He was humming, "Sorry- Sorry. For- Um-"

You stroked over that bulge again before taking your boot away. He whined for a second and you could see the muddy print of your sole smudged over his white underwear. There was a wet spot from his pre-cum. Something for him to remember later, you thought. Before he could really complain, you crouched down on the ground in front of him, straddling one of his legs, your knee between them. Your hand pushed down on his chest as a reminder to stay still.

"You're a little creep, you know that?" You sneered, "What, have you been fantasizing about this? Someone roughing you up and having their way with you?"

"N-No-" He looked away until you put your hand over his neck, "Just, uh. Just you."

That caught you off guard. You were positive he could see the flush on your face. Was that true? It wasn't like he was someone you could trust. Though, well, he wasn't a liar per say but- No, you couldn't think of all this right now. Stay in the moment.

"Guess it must be your lucky night, then." You commented. He pressed his leg just so against you and your body reacted. No way back now. You yanked his underwear down just enough to pull out his dick. Sizeable, just above or around average. He was staring at you intensely.

You pulled off your dirty leather glove with your teeth. While you had a feeling he might not care, something made you want to really feel him. His shaft was soft and warm in your hands, with enough pre-cum dribbling out to ease any friction. Just in case you spit onto the tip. His breathing hitched and you looked up at his face.

"...You won't kiss me..." His voice was almost a whisper. A moan escaped his throat as you began to jerk him off.

"Fuck no. Make that noise again." You were honest. That would require just a bit more vulnerability than you were allowing this transaction. All of this was so strange and outside of something you'd normally do anyways, why make it any weirder?

He groaned as your pace around his cock quickened and he murmured, "Spit on me- Spit on me?"

You stopped for a moment, processing, "...You really are a little freak. You mean on your face? ...What do you say?"

"Yes... please." He whined. Hesitantly, you could see his hands going up first to his glasses to pull them off and then to his mask to pull it up over just his mouth. You could see several scars and bruises of well landed punches on his skin. A little bit of blood had begun to coagulate in the corner of his mouth.

You continued to stroke him off as you leaned forward. You unoccupied hand went to his neck, pressing with just a little bit of force. First you spat haphazardly, splattering it on his face and mask. As he huffed out a small thank you, you allowed saliva to build under your tongue and inhaled sharply in your nose.

"Open your mouth." You ordered, "For me." It took him a moment, but then he slowly parted his lips and teeth for you, sticking his tongue out just so. Waiting for his prize. You wondered if he could really even see any of this.

With your head directly over his, you pursed your lips and allowed your spit to slowly drip out of your mouth. Your own mouth opened, the string of saliva hanging off your tongue as it reached his. Nashton shuddered upon contact and you could feel his cock twitch in your hands. If this was the closest he could get to a kiss, he was taking it.

With that in mind, you decided to give a small bit of praise, "Good boy."

"Ah-ah..." His hips thrust up in your hand, "Thank you- Thank you...!" He was quickly pulling his mask back down and putting his glasses on so he could properly look at you. His hand went over yours on his neck. Again, almost affectionate. He definitely wanted some kind of connection. Real intimacy.

You could tell he was close by the way he moved underneath you, almost writhing. You encouraged him, "You gonna cum? Come on, baby, cum for me... I don't have all day." The last sentence was said with a laugh, obviously teasing. Whatever it was about your laugh, it set him off hearing it.

He came in your hand, thick ropes of it landing on his stomach, his coat and your fingers. As he started to come down from his high, you looked at what he got on you and made a face. Then you wiped it off on his arm. You both stared at one another for a moment, wondering if that really just happened.

Eventually, you got up and started pulling your glove back on. Your back turned to him for just that split second. Just long enough for him to get up and push you up against a nearby wall, your back facing his front. Your hands pushed against the brick. Yet it was in this moment you could see his size in comparison to yours. He had you pinned.

There was a split second where you wondered if something bad was going to happen to you. If he would kill you after all that. After a moment, you felt his hand go to your hip. His bare hand. He'd pulled off his glove to feel your skin as well. Teasing just at the beginning of your pants with his fingertips. His head leaned into your shoulder and you could feel him taking in your smell.

"Get off." You tried to push off again, but he pushed harder.

His voice was quiet, "Picture it. We could do so much for this city. We're really a perfect pair. You'd be like... Like the archangel Micheal with his sword. My brains- We'd be beautiful..."

Then he was off of you and you felt like you could breath. You turned to face him. He was looking down at the ground for his weapon. He went to pick it up and begin walking away. Both of you knew you weren't taking him in tonight. Not after that.

He looked back at you for a moment, "I... Uh, I suppose I owe you one." His own creepy little laugh came out, leaving you to debate the true consequences of your actions tonight as he left.

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Real and canon and canon and real.

[rainbowsuitcase]

Indigo Nostalgia

Damn, Namjoon really nailed it with releasing Indigo at the start of December. A brilliant marketing move if you ask my by-no-means-an-expert ass.

This is almost definitely just my personal feeling but the album just feels like nostalgia and comfort and warmth.

The days have been getting short in my country and I'm sitting on the bed, my bedside lamp turned on and I decided to open Youtube and listen to Wildflower - the moment Namjoon started singing, I was transformed to when I had heard it for the first time almost a year ago, in the exact same position. For a few seconds I was sure that if I looked outside the window, I'd see snow falling.

Also, and this is an obvious one, I couldn't stop thinking of New Year's fireworks.

I am listening to the whole album as I write this and I'm remembering me and my mom making Christmas sweets while listening to this album, the world outside dark but the kitchen lit up.

That's the kind of warmth I feel from Indigo - not scorching summer heat but winter, when it's cold and dark but everything is decorated with pretty lights and I'm dressed in my most comfortable sweater, spending time with my mom.

Also, if I'm already talking about it, genius.com isn't usually my go-to site on song translations, but recently I've looked up their explanation of Wildflower lyrics and actually cried. I don't know who njaart is, but they're amazing.

[robin-in-the-library]

rule: put your spotify on repeat playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that come on. a smooch for the tag @cerbin-aen-feainn

tagging whoever sees this and wants to do it bcs im lazy xvx now, bring on the songs

1. Maneskin - GOSSIP 2. Samantha Margret - RAGE 3. Kalandra - Naive 4. Florence + The Machine - Mermaids 5. Hozier - Eat Your Young 6. The Buttress - Brutus 7. Hozier - Do I Wanna Know? Live at BBC 8. Hozier - Francesca 9. Halsey - The Tradition 10. Jesper Kyd - Earth

[house-on-sand]

quotev dying and now idk what other site to treat like my little diary nd post all my thoughts lmao

this shit SUCKS

[kyne-grotto]

Faux foes

[kiwichils]

pots n picks week day 2: (poke) race swap

[tigergendermoved2tigergender]

Hey. Don’t cry. “I fell in love with a lovely kitten. That kitten was myself.” and “I am happy because everyone loves me.” by Louis Wain, okay?

[misc-obeyme]

You were so unexpected. He knew that you were yet another task that Lucifer was pushing off on him for the sake of Lord Diavolo. Only another instance of being used, of being relied on, of being given the job no one else wanted to do.

It was difficult at first. A great demon like him had better things to do than babysit a fragile human like you. But time passed. Things changed. You changed and he changed and everyone else changed, too.

And then one day Mammon looked at you and saw his entire world.

He saw his sun in your eyes and his moon in your smile. His sky in the soft expanse of your skin. His roots in your fingers slotted perfectly with his. Time and tide and thunder and lightning, every part of him and every part of you - it was his everything.

It almost hurt to say it out loud. To admit to this vulnerability. His greatest weakness. It was always you. It would always be you. And in darkness, when you couldn't quite see him, he found he was desperate to whisper his truth into you. Pressing his face against your hair or your neck, his arms around you, feeling your heartbeat thudding against his. When he could just exist there, in the only place he ever felt like he truly belonged.

The Celestial Realm didn't want him. And the Devildom was only home because no place else could be.

Until you.

You saw him for who he was. A demon, a former angel, but more than any of that, you saw a brother, a friend, a lover. You saw the part of him that wanted to have fun, pulling pranks on Lucifer and going out clubbing with Asmo. You saw the part of him that wanted to protect, threatening Levi's bullies and taking the blame for Belphie. You saw the part of him that kept things normal for his family, teasing Satan and gifting things to Beel. And more than anything, you saw him when he was open and raw - when he didn't hide himself behind too much bluster, when he admitted how much his brothers meant to him. How much he loved you.

And maybe it was a little bit dangerous. Mammon knew that when it came to you, it would take so little. That in an instant he could become a demon whose power and rage cracked through the very fabric of existence. The kind of demon he never felt the need to be, the full potential that he let pass by in favor of keeping the peace. It would be nothing if it meant keeping you safe.

Pact or no pact, Mammon knew the truth. And deep down, he was sure you knew it, too.

That Mammon would let that power off its leash and bathe the world in blood, only for you.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[chubsette]

snork mimi

[monsterbrush]

Dayum indeed.

I think Lúnda would have appreciated Thor's sons, if she'd met them.

[lowquats]

inspired by this post which is sooo true and correct <3

[atlantis-area]

TAEMIN - Danger (Inkigayo, 140817)