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Help me find a stupid fanfic for my stupid brain... (Found it: Renewal Isn’t a Lie Anymore )

Okay , I KNOW someone will find this cringe, but I was reading this fanfic a few months ago, and I can't find it again. :( It's one where the reader is married to Bruce Wayne (from the 2022 Batman movie) and he cheats on them with Catwoman/Selina Kyle (queen <3). The Riddler/ Edward Nashton is like obsessed with the reader where he started to volunteer at the orphanage she opened up. Then, the reader finds out Bruce cheated because the riddler recorded them and sent a video to the reader. Bro... I just wanna know what happens next.. Help please <3 If you know, please link it

Edit: Someone sent it to me, thank you very much for the people who helped me.

kinktober day xxii. VOYEURISM – edward 'riddler' nashton

idea from my lovely bf xoxo @standloser word count: ~1.2k tags: both pervy eddie & reader, male masturbation, teasing, somewhat exhibitionism, and they were co-workers masterlist | ao3

Edward’s breath catches at the sight of your bare shoulders– watching from beyond the crack of the locker room’s door. You had just finished your weekly visit to your office building’s gym– a place Edward didn’t even know existed until he decided he wanted to ‘accompany’ you on your way out of work.

You tended to be alone in your late-night excursions here, and that’s what you preferred– time to decompress after getting chewed out by your shared dimwit boss. You and Edward had adjoining desks on the same level at KTMJ, working the numbers of Gotham. The two of you had never actually exchanged words, but you always remembered his coffee order when it was your turn to pick it up– that was more than enough to get him hooked.

His eyes would always dart over your desk, taking in all of the knick-knacks and post-its that cluttered the space– Edward would smile to himself at how easy it was to figure out what you’re like, all while you were none the wiser. All your little intricacies were on full display for him, and, well, you were never the most careful about locking your computer when you left your station. There’s a plethora of secrets that would, more often than not, be considered not safe for work in that drive of yours.

All this to say: Edward felt a certain sense of possessiveness over you, and that baseline primal urge was not something he could resist. That’s how he finds himself ogling at your form, hidden by the darkness of the hallway outside the changing rooms. He hasn’t unzipped his slacks just yet, no– you hadn’t even taken off your sports bra yet.

You weren’t as unobservant as Edward pegged you to be– you were more than aware of his borderline obsession with you. Every time you left your desk to go to the bathroom, you purposefully left your computer available for his perusing– leaving your rather unsavory browser history uncleared. Maybe you didn’t actually browse porn at work, but you liked to leave little breadcrumbs for him– you knew that he couldn’t help but imagine you in such predicaments that you’d search.

Edward needed just a bit of a push in the right direction, so you made sure he knew where you were headed after work so often. 

You knew he was watching your every move, so you decided to give him as much of a show as you could. Agonizingly slow, you peel your bra off your damp body. Edward couldn’t see your breasts from this angle yet, but he still had to stifle a moan at your delicate movements.

He bit his lip as you bent over– the way your leggings fit your curves perfectly was almost too much. Edward felt his cock twitch at the immediate thought he had of grabbing your hips, pulling you back onto his hardness over and over– grinding against your clothed behind until he came all over the taut fabric.

You pulled the leggings down slowly, and he quietly whined as he saw your panties. At this point, Edward knew he was close without even having to touch himself.

Acting as if you didn’t hear the pathetic noise from just beyond the cracked door, you stand up straight and turn to face the floor-length mirror before you. Edward swiftly pulled out his cock from the confines of his now too-tight work pants as soon as he finally saw your bare breasts on display. He watches through lidded eyes as you trace the curves of your body, idly wondering if you checked yourself out like this often– did you touch yourself in front of a mirror as well?

Seating yourself on the bench, your closed legs still hide your arousal– if you showed him, would he notice how wet you were from all of this? How badly you wanted him to take you right then, lack of pleasantries exchanged aside?

You could see that familiar glint of his glasses in the dark, and you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. He stares at your perfect thighs, just waiting for the moment when you’d tear them open– he knows it’s greedy, but he needs to see all of you. You can hear that obvious, yet quiet, sound of Edward pleasuring himself, and you hold back a smirk as you open your legs.

He whimpers, stuttering in his ministrations, as he sees what he believes to be a patch of wetness on your grey panties– were you wet? How fucking lucky did he get? Edward’s mouth hangs open as his wrist feels as though it may cramp from just how fast he’s going. Peering down at himself for a moment, he sees that familiar bead of precum and makes no hesitation to spread it over his reddened tip– only making him closer to that depraved orgasm he so needed.

Edward watches as you move your hands down your legs, seeming like you may be about to pull your work pants back on– he couldn’t waste this opportunity so lovingly presented to him. The sounds increase, both from his movements and his voice, and you betray yourself– you catch that glint in the dark through the reflection.

It was only for a split second, and Edward knew there was definitely no way you could see him, but despite it all– he spilled all over his hand, as well as the tiled floor. His breath, harsh and ragged, would’ve made his presence more than obvious to you, had you not known already– Edward wasn’t as covert as he’d like to think.

As he hears your shuffling in the locker room, he zips himself back up and quickly grabs a crumpled tissue from his jacket pocket– wiping the evidence from his hands. Glancing down, he sees the rest of it on the floor but ultimately decides to just wipe it away with his shoes. Edward leans against the wall, chest still heaving with every breath.

“Oh, hey, Edward!” You stepped out of the locker room, your sudden presence causing him to stand up straight. “I didn’t know you went to the office gym!”

He stutters, wiping his sweaty palms on his jacket, “I, well… yes? I do now, yes…”

You smile politely, the satisfaction of seeing him so frazzled was more than enough, “That’s great, I thought I was the only one using it!”

“Mhm…” Edward looked as if he’d seen a ghost, but he couldn’t deny the tightness slowly returning in his slacks, “It’s, uh… extremely underutilized, yes.”

“You must’ve had a good workout, huh? You’re all sweaty!” You begin to walk past him, swinging your work bag over your shoulder. “Sucks that they don’t provide us with showers too, right?”

He continues to try and stutter out a response as you make your way to the stairwell, but all he can muster out is a pathetic ‘yup,’ long after you have left.

Tired

Jay x Gn!Reader (angst)

a/n: I realized I like writing about couples arguing. This request from a friend so I might as well just open up my request soon.

No no it's happening again. He promised he wouldn't stray away. He promised he wouldn't forget you. It seems like you don't even exist to him anymore. 

It was in the middle of the night and he just got home. You've been trying to gather the guts to approach him. Until you sucked it up and spoke up 

"Jay, we need to talk. I know you’re tired right now but.. I just need to speak with you. If that’s alright?" 

He only sighed and looked at you 

"What is y/n? Go ahead." He looked at you urging for you to speak. You contemplated continuing but it needed to be said.

“It’s just you’ve been distant and quiet, but of course I know you’re just busy and all. I’m just worried.” That question again. Jay could only look at you and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I’m too tired for this right now. Can we talk about this later?”

Anger built up from inside you. You can empathize with his feelings right now but so were you. You’re also tired of his bullshit "I don't care if you're fucking tired. I'm tired, but do you see me complaining when you need to talk to me?" You wanted to just strangle the living shit out of him there. Why can't he be sympathetic for once. Why won't he be there when you needed him the most 

"What are you trying to get at huh? I just got back from a mission so lay off me" Jay spoke up, now giving all his attention to you. 

"I just want..." You struggled to continue. Your mind was racing, there are so many things you have to say your mind can't process it quickly.. 

"What do you want? Are you seriously still worried about this? How many times do I have to reassure you?" His volume was getting louder. 

"If you actually fucking mean it, why don't you act on it?! Every fucking time you need me I'm here whether I'm tired, sad, happy. WHY CAN'T YOU DO THE SAME THING?" 

He stood up from the couch and walked towards you, getting close to your face and pointed his finger on your chest poking it harshly. 

"I PUT ACTIONS THROUGH MY WORDS! Your mind is just too fucked up to notice it. Why can't you understand that I'm having trouble with my life too. Now stop being such a bother would you?" 

"Then why be with me if I'm such a bother? To use me as some caregiver you can dispose of? I'm a fucking human being Jay, your partner. I also have problems in my life." 

You both stared at each other's eyes. Not filled with love but with hatred. You harshly slapped his hands away from your chest and walked away. 

That's it, this is the last chance. You grabbed your things and stuffed them in a bag planning to get the hell out of your shared apartment. Tears spill out of your eyes from the anger you cannot contain.

"What are you doing?" Jay asked, his tone was softer now. It's not like he just shouted at you earlier. You didn't answer and pushed him away and headed for the front door. The look on his face showed pure panic, he tried to stop you but to no avail you didn't budge. 

"Wait! Y/n please! Just listen! I'm sorry I snapped at you alright? I'm just tir-" 

"Is that your only excuse Jay? I gave you so many chances. I tried understanding you but I can't handle it anymore. I tried pretending it doesn't bother me." You finally turned around to look at him. Tears were streaming down and the look of regret was on his face but it's too late for that. 

"I love you y/n. Please.. Don't leave me." 

"So? Let me go. If you do really love me you would show it. Goodbye Jay." You stared in his eyes one last time and got out of there. You headed for the elevator to the parking lot. You were starting to second guess your decision but deep inside you know it's for the better. 

Jay was standing there alone. Once in a place shared by two. He was trying to process what happened and all the things you said. It was true he couldn't even deny it. 

He snapped back into reality and tried going after you. He used the stairs to get down faster but to no avail he was too late. He can see your car driving away. Jay's tears streamed down again. He knelt on the ground and weeped for you. He tried telling himself this was just a bad dream but sadly it was all reality. 

_____ 

Years have passed. You felt happier than ever not having to worry about anything. You found yourself another lover who actually loved you and helped you no matter what. 

Jay was shopping for food in the grocery store when he stumbled on a familiar face. It was you. 

Jay couldn't ever forget what you look like. He was about to approach you when another person walked towards you and held your hand. Sorrow washed over Jay and watched you both. That could've been the both of you. 

He decided against approaching you and minded his own business getting away from there. If only he realized sooner how horrible he was. He's glad you're living a happier life that you deserve. 

bro does anyone write for klitz from girl next door?? because he is the loml

i’m sure no one will see this but, feel free to leave paul dano character requests. i wanna try writing some stuff because there isn’t enough content for him at all 😭

A Heartfelt Confession

Dwayne Hoover x Reader

I might end up extending off of this but here’s a little one shot for @riddleklitz

Dwayne wasn’t an overly affectionate person but for some reason when he was around you, he always found himself subconsciously moving closer. Maybe it’s because you meant so much to him and he was afraid you’d be ripped away. Just like his other dreams. But that’s all it was. A dream. You're his best friend and you’d never see him as anything else.

“Earth to Dwayneeee” you say waving your hand in front of his face.

“Sorry y/n. I guess I sorta spaced.” he says with an unreadable expression on his face.

“What were you thinking about? That girl in history class?”

He turns to you in confusion.

“Huh, what girl?”

“The one who sits in front of you. I thought you had a crush on her?”

“What on earth made you come to that conclusion?”

You start explaining your reasoning but he can’t even hear you anymore. He’s getting worked up now. How would he ever have a chance with you if you thought he liked someone else. He thought he was being obvious enough in his attraction so he had tried to dial it back so you wouldn’t be wary of him.

“Dwayne, are you okay?”

Taking a deep breath he says

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. I just- I don’t like her alright? I don’t even know her name. I like someone else.”

A teasing smile appears on your face, as if you have something on him now.

“Ohhh you do huh? Well spill it, who are they? What’s their name?” you say in a playful tone as you nudge his arm.

“Oh god here we go. This is why I don't talk about this kinda stuff.”

“Come on please tell me. I promise not to make fun.”

“I can’t tell you, I don’t want anyone to know. It would ruin everything.”

You start pestering him nonstop. You have to know who it is. It has to be someone amazing to have captured his interest. He’s starting to lose his patience.

“IT’S YOU OKAY, YOU’RE THE ONE I HAVE FEELINGS FOR!”

You sit there in shock at his outburst. He sighs and looks away, blushing and unable to maintain eye contact.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to lose you. I still don’t. So just pretend I never said anything and we can go back to normal.” His voice is so soft you barely hear what he says.

“Dwayne. Please look at me.”

He slowly turns his head, still apprehensive.

“I wish you would’ve said something sooner. It would’ve saved us both from so much torment”

“What do you mean?”

“I like you too Dwayne.”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. Maybe this was one dream he could keep.

HIS ARCH 😭 LOOKING REAL SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE

What a Trip - Edward Nashton x F!Reader

Warning: Sexual Content, language

Word Count: 1.9k

Edward had betrayed you but you two still had a trip planned, you couldn't just let a perfectly good trip go to waste.

You and Edward had this planned for months, it was too late to back out now. The trip had cost the both of you quite a bit of money and you both were determined to go on the trip no matter what. When you had found out Edward had some kind of mistress the plan didn’t change. Edward had no idea how you had found out about the women, he had tried everything to hide her from you. He didn’t even know himself why he had the mistress, he blamed it on some feeling of wanting to have multiple people be completely in love with him. He had been crushed over your lack of affection since you found out, he understood why but he craved your touch more than anything. He promptly dropped the mystery woman and begged you to forgive him, but you didn’t listen. He gave you every excuse in the book and you were having none of it. 

“God Edward! Fuck off! Go fuck that other woman, clearly I wasn’t enough for you!” was a common sentence you said when the two of you would fight. 

You were kind enough to let him continue staying with you only with the rules of: he had to pay rent, he had to stay in the guest room, and he had to stay away from you. He didn’t really follow the last rule and took every opportunity to speak to you. He begged you to speak to him, he desperately needed to hear your voice. He missed hearing you praise him for little things, like keeping the apartment clean or getting the mail. Now you basically ignored everything he said to you, the only time you guys would talk is when you were yelling at him for cheating on you. 

He missed your voice so much, especially when you were praising him in between desperate whines and moans. God he could barely take listening to you at night, soft moans occasionally slipping out, some would be cut off with small screams. He knew you were stuffing yourself full with the toy he had bought you not too long ago. He had pressed his back against the wall closest to your room and had a hand around his cock desperately thrusting into it imagining it was you or your mouth. His hand was placed on his mouth, trying so hard to keep the noises in but some would slip out on accident. You knew he was doing it, you knew you shouldn’t enjoy it but you did. You enjoyed the power you had over him, you knew he loved you and wanted to be close to you, but something in your brain couldn’t let you forgive him.

However you also did love him, you wanted to be close to him, god you wanted him to fuck you again. Edward was very inexperienced, the only experience he had was from you and god he was a quick learner. He knew you like the back of his hand and would do anything in his power to have you screaming in seconds. You would sometimes moan his name softly hoping he wouldn’t hear but oh would he hear. He thrived on those moments, hearing you moan his name gave him the small bit of confidence to talk to you constantly, and you secretly enjoyed it. The two of you had been like this for months, you hadn’t filed for divorce, neither of you had the strength to fully leave each other. 

Months passed and the day of the trip showed up quicker than the both of you thought it would. You had plans to spend most of your time on the bench, trying to soak up the glorious sun. That had all changed the moment you walked into the hotel room. You had changed the booking to be a two bedroom but the hotel must have messed something up because when you walked in you saw Edward awkwardly standing in front of the single bed, he looked like he was debating with himself on what to do. 

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Edward spun around quickly to look at you, he was taken aback by your statement.

“What? No of course not, if anything I’d take the couch.”

“I don’t care who takes what Edward, as long as we’re not next to each other I don’t care.”

God would you eat those words later.

You had set your suitcase down, taking out the bikini you had packed so you could go to the beach. You had plans to lay in the sun that were calling your name and you desperately needed to get away from Edward. His green eyes watched your figure move across the room, from the far side where you had decided to lay your stuff to the opposite side where the bathroom resided. He tried to distract himself, he did, he had packed a good book that he was reading. He was hoping to finish it over the trip, he hadn’t even gotten half way through the first page when you came out of the bathroom in your tiny forest green bikini. God the color perfectly matched his riddler suit, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to a dark place as his pants grew tighter. You walked back across the room to your suitcase, bending down to shuffle through the continents of the bag. When you bent down he could see a slight outline of your pussy and even a bit of it due to the lack of material in the area. God he could feel himself whimper at the sight.

“I’m going to the beach, don’t call.”

With that you walked out the hotel room, leaving with his imagination and his hand.

When you came back to the room, it was empty. You assumed Edward had left until you started to hear sounds in the bathroom, the sounds of a woman’s moans hit you straight in the chest, in your heart. You thought he loved you and yet here he was. On YOUR guys trip, fucking another woman. Tears had begun to form in your eyes as you ran to the other side of the room, trying to grab things as quickly as you could until you heard your own voice, and a moan of your name. Curiosity got the better of you and you peaked your head into the cracked bathroom door, the room was dark except for the light from a laptop that rested on the bathroom counter. The laptop displayed a video of you and Edward fucking, you had remembered recording it but didn’t think Edward still had it. The light from the laptop perfectly lit up Edward’s face, which was scrunched. His eyes were tightly shut and his mouth was hanging open, soft moans were leaving his mouth. One hand was gripping the edge of the counter while the other was gliding up and down his cock. You could tell he was close from his body language, like his trembling legs, unstead hand moments, and even him softly saying “god i’m gonna cum, gonna cum for you baby. Wanna cum all over you y/n.” You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t say it had turned you on. 

You backed away from the door slightly, wondering what to do when you had froze in your spot. 

“Come on princess, I know you’re there, help me out would you?”

You didn’t think twice before pushing the bathroom door and flipping the lights on. There Edward stood, staring at the ceiling, slowly dragging his hand across his cock. His pants pooled on the floor and on his feet, the laptop laid open on the counter but the video was paused. You carefully stepped further into the bathroom, and slowly sunk to your knees in front of the man. You lifted your hand to meet his cock and wrapped your fingers around him, he looked down at you. You looked up at him through your eyelashes as you began to move your hand up and down his shaft, starting at a slow pace. He gave you a small smirk before letting out a soft moan and looking back up at the ceiling. He had removed his hand from himself and placed it in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail from the locks he grabbed. He lightly pushed you forward, and you got the hint, taking him into your mouth and moving up and down quickly. His groans increased in volume and a few words that consisted of your name and “fuck so good” also fell from his lips. You roughly pulled you back from his cock by your hair and yanked you up to be standing in front of him. The man didn’t have a ton of upper body strength and yet somehow he managed to lift you into his arms and carry you to the single bed in the room.

“You don’t wanna sleep in the same bed? Such a shame, good thing I didn’t plan on having either of us sleep tonight.”

He pulled the bikini cover off your body and then roughly pushed the bottoms to the side. He lightly ran his finger between your folds before grabbing himself and lining himself up with you. He slowly pushed into you, moaning at the warmth that surrounded him. He quickly set a pace with you, thrusting in and out, making you borderline scream his name and drag your nails along his back. He had buried his head into your shoulder and let out heavy pants, along with moans of your name and how good you felt around him. His hand moved from the side of your head to your bikini top, moving it to the side and uncovering one of your tits. He moved his head from your shoulder and quickly took your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. You moaned at the feeling, everything began to build up. The pleasure was too much and it had you cumming around him, but he didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you and suck on your boob, quickly removing the cover of the other and moving to the other one. The overstimulation had you cumming again in no time, but yet Edward still didn’t stop. This continued several more times, you had lost count of how many times you had cum after the 4th one. It had been hours by this point and Edward had only came 3 times at max. The man was determined to fuck you until you were brain dead, and he was getting close to that point.

By the time had had finished fucking you your legs might as well have been jelly. You couldn’t move them and Edward had to reposition your body to a comfortable lying position. He snuggled in beside you after cleaning you and him up as well as tucking you into the bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. The man truly did love you, and unfortunately for you, you loved him too.