#I'm not sure if this is the sorta answer you were after anon I dunno if you wanted me to have some in depth and well written reply

[riddle-me-ri]

Okay I got a request (which you don’t have to write) but um…could you maybe possibly write a little fic for the Holiday season?

I saw your reblog of BTAS Eddie in his Santa suit and now I kinda want a smut fic with him in his Santa suit.

Do with this information what you will. 😘😂💚

A/N: asdfghj ok anon same brain same brain. Cause every time I see more panels of him in the Santa suit my mind goes brrrr lmao. Thank you, anon for indulging me without even realizing it 💚 plus I'm always down bad to write about my husband. I hope you enjoy, this is my first time back into smut after my wee break and so sorry for the abrupt ending I wasn't sure how to end it rip…

Trigger Warning:  Explicit Sexual Content (cock-warming, piv intercourse (reader is gn but has breasts and a vagina), roleplaying?, human furniture? Kinda sorta…I dunno I’m trying some new ideas here rip help), dirty talk, and denial

Word Count: 1.2 k

BTAS Riddler x Reader - Nicely Naughty

You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth. Ready to call it a night in your green chemise nightie, when you heard the front door open to your apartment. 

You walked down the hallway to the door. "Eddie?" You called out. 

"Hmm…not quite, darling." A deep voice answered back. 

You quirked your eyebrow as you rounded the corner. Despite speaking lower, you could still tell it was your Ed. 

"Eddie what are you…oohh." A sly smile grew across your face as you took in the sight before you.

"Good evening, my dear…I see you're still awake." Edward greets in a low hearty voice, tipping an iconic Santa hat at you. 

You walk over to him, taking in his rich red suit and leather belt. When you got up to Ed, you tucked your fingers into the belt and pulled him closer to you. 

"Where'd you find this?" You asked in a sweet whisper.

Something about the way you looked at him and spoke…made Eddie drop the voice. "Wasn't particularly hard to find, and I remember you saying something about me being dastardly handsome in red.."

"And I was right." You leaned back to take another once over.

"So…Mr…?"

"You may still refer to me as Riddler…" Ed smirked. "While ol' Kris Kringle rewards the good little boys and girls…I, The Riddler, test them to see if they truly deserve to be on the nice list."

You gasped. "You don't think I've been nice, Mr. Riddler?" 

Edward tsked. "Afraid not darling, in fact…" He leans beside your face. His lips centimeters from your ear. "...you've been the naughtiest of them all…" 

You giggled as the sensation of his breath on your ear tickled. "It's not my fault, Mr. Riddler…my husband's insatiable!" 

"Now, now, shifting blame won't do you any good…even if it's partially true." 

You cross your arms in feign defiance. "What can I do to get on your nice list..Mr. Riddler?" You asked, feigning innocence. 

Edward put his hand to his chin, tapping it, as if actually thinking of a solution he didn't already have. 

"I have one idea, my dear…" 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was absolute torture. 

Some kind of sweet surprise this turned out to be. 

You were straddling Edward's lap, backwards and naked. His cock comfortably nestled inside of you as you try your best not to squirm for friction or squeeze your walls for pressure. 

Meanwhile, Riddler was painstakingly writing his so-called "naughty or nice" list on your back. 

Ed pinched your back or started from the top of your back with his list every time you shifted. 

You were slowly but surely losing what was left of your nerves. Hours have crept on by, what was probably more like thirty minutes. 

B-A-T-M-A-N and then a line across it. 

R-O-B-I-N and then another line through it. 

You swear, you could actually feel the lines of his fingers on your skin with how repetitive and consistent his touch was along your back. 

He continued to write a couple more names, now more towards familiar colleagues…

S-C-A-R-E-C-R-O-W and a little checkmark. 

You bit your lip, trying to refrain from whining or mewling…or else that will cause him to start all over again. 

M-A-D. A pause. H-A-T-T-E-R. A checkmark. 

"You're doing so good for me, darling…you'll make The Nice List just in time for Christmas." 

H-A-R-L-E-Y. A pause. Q-U-I-N-N. A checkmark. 

You cared less about some damn list and more about getting off. 

Edward placed his head along your shoulder, nestled against the side of yours. He began planting small sweet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. 

You couldn't take it anymore. The knot in the bottom of your gut was churning. Waiting for something to happen. 

"E-eddie…" You breathlessly muttered. 

Ed groaned. "Yes, darling?"

"P-Please…baby…I-I can't ah-" 

Edward took his index finger and poked his nail into your skin. He dragged his fingernail lightly across your back. 

Familiar letters he wrote into your skin…in your lust filled haze you were able to make out the letters of your name. Along with miniscule little drawings of hearts beside it. 

He whispered in a husky tone. "You've done well, I'm impressed, dearest." 

Edward pinned your wrists, that were keeping you steady on the bed, to your back. He held your wrists down against your back with your arms crossed. 

He kissed your cheek. "Time for your present…" 

Before you could think of a response, he started thrusting deep inside you, deeper than you thought he could get. 

You were a moaning and panting mess. Trying to keep up with his almost maniac pace. You felt weak against him, with no way to support yourself having your arms restricted. You were completely and utterly at his mercy. 

You tried to grind yourself down onto him and meet him whenever he thrusted fully inside of you, trying to get some kind of instance of control or more friction between you two. 

The build-up, the teasing; the torturous feeling of being filled but not fulfilled…it was all too much. 

"E-E-Eddie…Eddie…ffff please, please don't stop.." 

He didn't stop but he did slow down, in order for his brain to compute a response. 

"I-I…hah…c-could never…" Ed panted. As he let your arms go, they fell to the side as you began to regain feeling in them again. "F-feel so good…dear." 

Edward steadily grew his pace back up again. You were practically bouncing on top of him at this point. One of your hands went up to the back of his head, to pull him closer to you. His teeth latched onto the apex of your neck and shoulder as he kept bucking into you like an animal. 

Your other hand traveled down to your flared and sensitive bundle of nerves just below your Mound. You began frantically but carelessly swiping your fingers across your clit. Searching for that precipice of pleasure that's been bubbling since you first sat on his cock. 

You were so busy chasing your climax. You barely felt a pair of slender fingers brushing your hand to the side and replacing your sloppy motions with more concise and controlled rotations around your clit. 

Nothing could stop the small whimpers, cries, and moans that poured out of you. 

A complete cacophony of your desires from filling up the room. You were somehow able to also make out Edward's erotic grunts and huffs as he keeps his relentless pace, making your walls squeeze him that much tighter each time. 

"E-Ed-Eddie…" Your pants became silent cries as you finally reached your climax. 

Your walls choked Edward's cock as your tightened walls finally caused him to cum as well. Milking his load for all it's worth. 

Ed's hands came up to your legs and up to your arms and back down again, in order to calm the physically pleasurable quakes all along every limb of your body and atom of nerves. 

You leaned your body back into his, exhausted but finally satisfied with the relief you were desperate for mere hours ago. 

Edward chuckled softly at your exhausted state. He pecked your temple as he leaned you both back into the mattress of your bed. 

"I must really look good in red, hm?" 

You snickered softly. "Eddie, you look good in anything…but I'll always prefer you in nothing." You smirked as you leaned deeper into his chest before slowly dozing off.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Hi, can i ask for a Vile x Fem!human! Reader Who lost her memorias?

( my english is a little bad)

I'll see what I can do! (Also your english is fine, anon! :D ) Also sorry I made reader more gender neutral, it just happened.

You slowly opened your eyes, wincing a bit at the light in the room, which took some time for your eyes to adjust to. You slowly sat up, looking around the room, before looking down at yourself. You saw that you had several bandages wrapped around your arms, legs, and several other places on your body, including your head. Just what the hell happened?

"Ah, you're finally awake. Didn't think you were gonna make it there." You heard a voice say, making you look up, confused. Just who was this..? He didn't look too familiar to you, or at least, you weren't too sure. You felt like you should know who he is, but you don't.

"Do you have any idea where you are, or who I am?" You took a moment to think about this, before shaking your head ‘no.’

“You really don’t remember? Damn.. that blow to the head may have just… made you lose your memory, Y/n.”

“Is… is that my name..?” You said, flinching a bit as your voice sounded a raspy, like you haven’t talked in a while.

“Yeah, that’s your name. And mine is Vile.”

“Vile… well… how did I get here?”

“I dunno the full story behind it, but I found you out cold on the ground after getting beat up. So I brought you here after getting your injuries treated.” Vile had his arms crossed as he talked to you, staring down at you.

“And how do you know me and my name, Vile..?”

“Ah, that’s a good question, Y/n…” Vile seemed a bit hesitant to answer the question, but sighed and said, “because we were… sort of friends, I guess you could say. You didn’t care that I’m a Maverick, that I could have killed you when we first met. I respected that about you, so I let you live, and uh, we were sorta friends.”

“Friends..?” You tilt your head slightly, but flinched as you did so, holding your head in pain.

“Hey, don’t hurt yourself now..!” Vile went over to you and had you lie back down. “Dammit, Y/n… just get some rest for now.” He sighed softly and turned to leave, but stopped as you called out to him.

“…Vile?”

“…what is it, Y/n?” He turned to face you.

“Do you think, once I’m able to move around… we could go back to being friends again? I want to remember you, Vile..” he was quiet for a few moments, before he nodded.

“Alright, alright, but you’ve gotta get rested up first.” You nodded and closed your eyes.

“Sleep well, Y/n.” You could hear him mumble as he left the room, closing the door behind him, and you fell asleep soon after he left the room.

three months have passed since then, and both you and Vile had been spending time together, like he had promised. He tried to help you remember things, but he knew not to push you as he didn't want to hurt you or make things worse. You did slowly start remembering things over the course of time you two had spent together. You remembered your name, a few other personal things about yourself, and that you were indeed best friends with Vile before you lost your memories. And there was one more thing you remembered: your crush on Vile. You had kept it a secret, as you knew there was no way he would love a human like yourself.

"Hello? Y/n?" You flinched a bit as you saw a hand wave in front of your face. You shook your head and looked over to see Vile standing right next to you.

"Sorry about that, I've just been thinking. It's nothing important. Anyways, what were we going to do today?"

"Well now I'm intrigued, but I guess that can wait until later... Oh yeah, remember anything new yet?"

"Oh, no, not really. If I do, I will be sure to let you know, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine. Now let's go." Vile turned and started walking away, with you right behind him.

"Where are we going?"

"Honestly? I have no clue, just walking."

"Oh, okay then." You were now walking beside him. The two of you walked in silence for a few moments, as if you were just enjoying each other's company.

"Hey, Vile?" You suddenly spoke up, looking over at the Maverick in question.

"What?"

"What do you... think of me? I know you said we were friends before... my incident, but... you didn't really say much about that."

"Oh, uh... Well, it was pretty much like how it is now, just now you have less memories, Y/n."

"I see..."

"Why, did you remember something?"

"Well..." You rubbed the back of your head, unsure if you should actually tell him what you remembered.

"Well, what?"

"Well... I did remember something, but I'm afraid if I tell you, we won't be friends anymore."

"Well now I'm curious..."

"If I tell you, you won't get mad at me, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, out with it, Y/n."

"I, uh, remembered my feelings for you. I had, or rather still do have, a crush on you, Vile."

"...What."

"You said you wouldn't get mad!" You looked back at him, worried that you upset him now.

"I'm not mad! I'm just... processing... You like me... Me?"

"Yes... yes, you."

"Well, you know what, Y/n?"

"Yeah..?" Now you were even more worried, bracing yourself for a rejection.

"...I like you too."

"Wait, what? Really?"

"Yes, really. I didn't want to admit it, cause I knew there was no way you would like a Maverick like myself."

"I was afraid to tell you too, as I didn't think you'd like me either, since I am... well, human."

"Tch, well I do like you."

"I'm happy you.. feel the same way. Maybe spending more time with you like this may unlock not only old memories, but create new ones as well."

"That... sounded very cheesy."

"Eh, what can I say? Ya gotta be cheesy sometimes, especially in love."

"Yeah, yeah, come on, let's go... watch (movie title) or destroy something, I don't care."

"Either works for me! Let's go!" With that said, you two took off to spend the rest of the evening together, destroying things and watching movies after. You knew this was going to be the start of an interesting relationship, but you didn't mind at all.

[oldandannoyed-blog]

[1]I am sorry if I am bothering you and if you don't like the subject I want to discuss with you, but I followed you for a while and I really like your thoughts and ideas about different matters concerning ava's demon. I just caught up with fandom drama about those leaked arts and I can't really understand why people now are soo mean to the author. Maybe it's just different cultures (in my country people are not THAT active on such matters, they are active on others) but I really don't see the

[2] the problem here: characters are aged up, it’s just some fanart drawn not by the author herself but by the colorist and it doesn’t affect the comic (in which, to my mind were raised even darker themes, than aged up porn with demons) and now people are freaked out and name it “calling out” on the child porn. I don’t really understand the matter, so, I really wanted to see your thoughts if you don’t mind. (Also I saw post that MC decided to ban those who leaked arts)

you’re not bothering me lovely, don’t you fret! and thank you, it’s nice knowing people like my thoughts and opinions on things, even though I ramble a hell of a lot about all sorts of shit :“’>

oh god though, where to even begin with the current crap raging in the tags. I’ll start off by saying I probably only contain surface level knowledge of the situation because I think the whole things ridiculous and haven’t delved very deep into it because of that. but I do know some shit, so I’ll talk about that and explain to people why they’re being dumb (again. you’d think they’d listen the first time but nope!) 

to start off with, why are people being mean to Michelle? cause they’ve got no lives. like, I’d sugar coat it, but that’s it. some people like to think they’re better than others by spreading false information around and gaining a following who boost their egos, making them feel better and superior over those they’re bullying. you can try and feed me crap like how they’re trying to protect minors against a paedophile but if you really wanted to protect anyone, you wouldn’t leak pornographic images from a locked website and post them on a website where minors are present and could be exposed to the images.

do I even need to mention that if you wanted to actually protect children against a paedophile, you wouldn’t make such a big hullabaloo about it? I’ve done safeguarding before, the whole fucking point is that you’re trying to protect the child so you gotta keep shit on the down low, like you don’t go fucking telling everybody about it, you keep shit discreet, you contact the right people, and you get it sorted with as little fuss as possible for the safety and protection of the child. 

obviously the people in these tags don’t get that and just like screaming nasty words at someone who draws art for a living, like I bet these fuckwits go over to old ladies houses and stomp on their fucking flowers n shit man. 

I digress.  

from what I understand, some 17y/o knob jockey wanted in on the patreon, but hello, the nsfw patreon tier is for 18+ only (ya know, the same way porn sites and other websites containing adult content are) and so this lil shitbag badgered their friend until their mate showed them the art which the shitbag later leaked. 

like…… man, where do I even begin, what even is there to say anymore? they wanted to see that shit and when they were told no they got petty and found a way to leak the art. and they’ve started this whole fucking shitstorm about child porn, and like…….. can you IMAGINE going out onto the fucking street and telling someone casually “oh yeah, this artist I like has this website where they post art and I wasn’t allowed to see it so I found a way to steal one of their artworks to leak it and claim it as child porn” like….. you’d think they were off their fucking rocker, what kind of insane shit ?? 

it ain’t child porn, plain and fucking simple. I’ve seen the artwork and it ain’t. Pedri’s a big fucking lad, he’s a giant fucking ALIEN and Ava is a short human gal. like ???? my man, I don’t even KNOW what to say. it’s not child porn, Ava isn’t drawn as a fucking child, it doesn’t MATTER that she’s currently 15 in the comic because she’s not drawn as a child in the nsfw artwork, it’s !!! it’s literally driving me up the fucking wall that people can’t understand that??

just…… ya know what makes child porn child porn? it’s images or videos showcasing young children being sexually abused and raped. and that is fucking disgusting, the fact content like that exists makes me sick to my fucking stomach. 

this artwork? not child porn. it’s a rough sketch, rough lines digitally drawn on a digital canvas, of a fictional alien man who is a literal long legged giant and a short woman who has been appropriately depicted as being an adult. 

if this sketch got lined and coloured and suddenly Ava looked like a hairless mole rat and her body size suddenly shrunk to look like a toddlers and the pair of hanging tiddies she got fell off, THEN I’d have reason to be concerned. as it stands? people are fuckwits and need to hop over to specsavers and get their eyes looked at cause I dunno WHAT they’re fucking seeing to make them think this is fucking child porn, the dirty fucking cunts. 

ALSO, a point about Ava being short…… there’s artwork on the patreon of Nevy holding up Ava, like it’s an innocent pic, no sex or nanc, it’s just Nevy holding Ava so they’re at eye level, and Ava’s such a lil shortarse that Nevy is holding her up off the ground. her feet don’t even touch the floor she’s such a lil shorty, my fucking god. 

so, in all, in conclusion….. I think people are being super fucking dumb and I think people need to get a better fucking grip on reality because if they think that’s child porn then they ain’t got a fucking clue what child porn is, and I can’t even say nanc else cause I hope no one ever has to witness child abuse in that form, and anyone who willingly engages in that content should be fucking locked up or worse. 

anyone in this damn fandom who screams paedo or child porn needs to grow the fuck up and understand that they’re being massive fucking wankers, and that’s the end of that. 

[absentia-if]

Hey, I'm the anon that asked if our MC can throw K out of the room.

First of all I want to thank you for explaining again about Gabby's and K's relationship. I'm sure you're getting tired to have to explain it again and again.

I really do like Gabby so I want them to be happy too. So I'll definitely be rooting for them and K when my MC is not on K's route.

About throwing K out, I hope that didn't come across as too rude. I just think my MC wouldn't want K to see them cry like a baby after finding that out (as much as that might be just a headcanon, since I dunno what sorta reactions you let MC have of course).

I do feel super bad for K too, though. Thinking your spouse is dead and trying to get better themselves just to find out they're alive and having to tell them that they're together with someone else must be pretty awful.

Thanks again for answering my ask before!

Hello 👋

I don’t necessarily mind explaining it.. I only just mind when people don’t truly take in all the possible facets of the situation. It’s not just about the MC in the long run… everyone has demons they need to work through. There’s not a good or bad guy in the K situation… it’s just a sucky situation to be in as a whole.

I didn’t think you were rude at all. It’s just become a habit of mine to explain— or preface— things because, in the past, people have gotten really angry at me for seemingly being rude or not explaining myself.

The situation as a whole isn’t a fun one but I’m confident everything will work out for the better. Even if that means K and the MC aren’t together romantically anymore.

You’re very welcome!

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Which do u think has been ur most iconic anon ask akakqjqk

my most iconic anon ask...? Damn, I dunno sksks

Y'know how many anon asks I've answered since starting this blog? with all the themed nights I had? When you go to my blog and go to the #asks tag, there's over 200 pages soooo I honestly don't know if I can give you *the* definitive iconic anon ask.

Also, what do you mean when you say iconic? Are we talkin' the most memorable? and is it in a positive or negative light? because not gonna lie, anon, the anons that I remember the most are negative. Isn't that how it always goes? You could get 10 asks, 9 positive experiences and 1 negative and it's that one negative that's gonna stick with ya. Awesome, right?

I do think I have an experience with a certain set of anons from the same person that I suppose you could say is "iconic" or memorable in a shitty way? In fact, they're a set of anons that I never even publicly answered.

I believe I shared some of the story once before when I was promoting The Writer's Guild? But not the whole story, just the part that explained why people had to directly message me if they wanted to join.

I dunno, maybe it'll be good to fully share this, get it off my chest and all that. It's probably the most bizarre thing to happen to me in this fandom, and not a good bizarre.

Y'know how I used to do T5F on this blog? They were a lot of fun, I loved making them! But, the very first one I ever did about the top 5 dumbest things about TFS not only got me yelled at by an anon, but they kinda sorta spied on me in an old discord chat. It's a wild story, most of the chat was present for it and it was an overall uncomfortable and unbelievable night.

I wish I had taken screenshots but it didn't occur to me at the time, and I'm not apart of that chat anymore for this reason, but you can even ask @pi-creates or anyone else who was present.

So, the reason this anon was upset with me and this T5F I posted was a joke I made about Violet.... because of course this all happened because of Violet sksksk. I don't exactly have a happy history when it comes to interacting with hardcore Violet stans, they don't really care for my takes on her character or her relationships.

The 4th entry on that post was about Abel's shotgun and how it doesn't make sense that Louis was the only one hit by it. I said the following:

"Soooo…. I guess the buckshot swerves around and above Violet to ONLY hit Louis? Like, I know she ducks a bit but I still feel like something should’ve nicked her as well?? At least?? Like, are lesbians immune to shotguns and that’s why nothing hit Violet?? Am I only learning this now??"

I made this joke as a way to show how absurd the whole thing with Abel's gun was, I was being hyperbolic, didn't think twice about it, right? I post the T5F, it's well received, I'm already planning for the next week's T5F.... but then I got the first anon. It was mostly in all caps yelling at me for being lesbophic, hating Violet, telling me to shut the fuck up and get out, etc.

Here's the deal, if this person was genuinely upset with my bad throwaway joke about Violet, then that's fair. If they had sent me an ask that was like "Hey, that joke you made about Violet made me uncomfortable, you shouldn't make jokes about lesbians like that, especially if you're not a lesbian." then I would've responded with an apology and a promise to do better. Because yeah, I am truly sorry if that did rub some the wrong way, and I've tried to watch myself, make sure I'm not making jokes like that after this whole thing happened, getting second opinions, doing what I can to not make anyone else feel uncomfortable.

That person didn't do that, they were aggressive and I've learned that aggressive anons are not worth responding to, so I didn't. But back in that old discord server, I used to share those anons with the group and we would talk about them. This person sent me another ask that was super passive aggressive, I remember it going something like, "hey bestie when are you going to respond to my ask calling you out for being lesbophic?" which I shared with the group to get their take on the joke and this anon.

As we discussed this, more anons kept coming in from the same person, all about the same thing, written the same way, all aggressive.

It stopped being all fun and games when the asks started responding to the things I was saying in the chat. We figured out that either this person was in our chat, or someone in chat was sending them everything I was saying.

What's funny is we all had a clear guess on who it was- someone joined the server under the most generic name of like "Anna Smith," they had clouis fanart as their picture, and they were never online... until that night. That night was the first time they have ever shown up as online, they were online the entire time we were talking about this, and when Pi messaged them, they responded but then went offline and the asks stopped coming in.

Like... cut and dry, right? They got caught. It was clearly this random person who was never online, who never interacted with us, who randomly joined and was in the server for I dunno... weeks?

Maybe it was them. I don't actually know and I never will, and it made me so paranoid to be in the group that I eventually left.

But the part that gets me the most? This anon made me feel like I had to explain myself to the chat about my sexuality, something I never shared here on tumblr or with the group for personal reasons.

The ask that kickstarted the realization that this anon was spying on our chat simply asked "are you wlw?"

which again, I didn't publicly answer, but brought to chat because I was pretty sure this person was expecting/hoping for me to say I'm straight so they could have their "GOTCHA" moment, y'know? or they got ahead of themselves and had an "oh shit, what if she's not straight?" moment after calling me lesbophobic, a bitch, whatever other insults they called me that I can't remember.

After I shared that, I felt like I had to justify my sexuality? in a way? I don't know how to describe it, it felt a little bit like I was in a corner with ample room to get out but I had to decide which direction to go but once I went, there was no going back. I was worried that my friends would end up thinking that I was just some straight person making jokes about lesbians, that I didn't respect queer women because I wasn't giving the anon what they wanted... So I told the truth that yeah, I am wlw, I'm bisexual.

Then I got an ask that was something like "and being bi isn't the same as being lesbian, you can't talk about lesbians" so on, they said something about how no one jokes about Clementine's bisexuality [which isn't true, people joke about Clementine being bi all the time and if I had made the same exact joke about Clem instead of Violet, then I bet that anon wouldn't have said anything to me] so don't make them about Violet, same stuff they've said before... which set off alarm bells because it was almost like they saw exactly what I typed in chat.

It's just not something I put on display, y'know? My bisexuality is mine, it's personal, and that was definitely not the way I wanted to tell my friends in chat but it's how it went, it's how people found out, and now here we are.

I'm pretty sure all of us were weirded out, uncomfortable, it was.... an experience, lemme tell you.

....so does this count as iconic? sksksks

I know this probably wasn't the answer you were looking for but hey, if I have to give my most memorable anon[s], then that one takes it.