#fight club narrator x male reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

Maybe The Narrator, Tyler and Male Reader as like a lil throuple or something? it can be anything idm🙏

Jack “The Narrator” x Tyler Durden x male reader

Relationship headcanons I guess?

I love this gif,,,, whys he wearing his pants like that? who does he want to grab his hips like that, men???

Tyler is a real person in this universe, cuz it’s easier to write.

How tf did you bag not one mentally ill delusional guy, but two? Honestly, hats off to you. Cuz either you have to be just as unstable as them, or be weirdly too stable to even out their crazy.

So, depending on which, Tyler might not even pull off project mayhem if you are there to reel him in like a rabid Pomeranian wearing one of those full body harnesses.

Jack on the other hand just has so much insomnia it makes him kinda crazy, cuz not sleeping for a long time will drive you insane. Get this guy some sleeping meds, a noise machine, a weighted blanket and some of those melatonin gummies.

If you first start dating them after they start fight club, maybe you even met them there cuz one of your coworkers invited you, they’d still be kinda delulu and out for blood this time around.

Jack seems like he falls fastest, but Tyler falls hardest. You either deck both of them into the ground because its your first night at fight club, or they deck you and think you look so handsome with a bloody nose.

They’d keep circling you at fight club every week, in the beginning Tyler only does it cuz Jack likes you, and maybe Tyler is a little jealous you are taking his friends attention. At some point you’d be invited to their place.

Damn bitch, yall live like this? You try to be polite about it, but its kinda clear they live in a shithole. Screw Tyler’s whole, not owning anything and rejecting modern needs, you need a functioning shower and cable tv.

If Tyler bitches too much about your preferences, you just only invite Jack over, which has Tyler reeling too. So, whilst you are on the couch with an arm around Jack, Tyler can sit on his weirdly soggy mattress and pout.

I think we can all agree that Tyler would be jealous and possessive very easily, think a dog that seems chill, maybe a little hyper, but then snarling and snapping at anyone who comes near you or Jack. You are his, and his alone, so everyone else can stay away.

Jack is jealous and possessive too, but he’s less obvious about it, to others at least. You can tell from the way he glares or clenches his jaw, or how he bites a bit too hard when he makes hickeys on either you or Tyler.

Again, you are the most mentally stable out of all three of you, so you don’t get jealous that easily, compared to them. But that also means when you do get jealous, it has both Tyler and Jack climbing the walls, because its so hot to them.

Especially if you had to fight someone because they kept coming onto either of them, seeing you with a sneer and a bloody fist immediately has both these dudes feeling all types of hot under the collar.

Tyler is definitely a sloppy kisser. He kisses like he fights, overpowering and controlling, bites at your lips a bit too hard and grips the back of your neck and only let’s go when he’s gotten his fill.

For Jack it depends on how he’s feeling, if he’s feeling alright, he’s got the more normal kisses, maybe even just pecks. But if he’s wound up, jealous, or sleep deprived its more like how Tyler kisses.

But kissing them is also your best distraction method if either of them are getting a little too out there. Kissing or like, scruffing them or wrestling them a bit. Just keep in mind the last two most likely lead to something more.

Tyler is a blanket hog, whilst also somehow filling the bed as much as possible. Stretches out all his limbs, or keeps scooting closer to you and jack until you two are pressed up against the wall, whilst Tyler has the rest of it.

Jack is sticky when he sleeps, that meaning he’s hanging onto you. Got both arms and both legs wrapped around you, head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat cuz it helps him sleep. Sleeping between these two is hell in the summer.

[fictionalmenxyn]

do you also write for Jack from Fight Club? I saw a poly post, but I don't know if you're comfortable with writing for him alone. If you are, I'd love headcanons for him with a male reader.

Of course I can do this for you!

Pairing: Jack x male!reader

Warnings: language, slight suggestive no deep description, just a who’s top or bottom.

Jack definitely met you through Tyler. Tyler and you grew up together and live together. So when you were playing pool at Lou’s Tavern. Tyler walked in with a random guy, he looked tired of his 9 to 5. You continued to play pool till you heard Tyler shout “hey Y/n!! Want ya to meet our new friend!”

And that’s where it all happened.

One thing led to another, Jack was now living at your place, plus living in your bed. Just how you want it ;)

You both were definitely are polar opposites. Growing up with Tyler meant that he had influence on you. So your fashion was different and your personality was different to Jack. Although you weren’t as out there as Tyler was. You definitely had your sense of style. Jack would walk past stores and when he’d see a tee with something like ‘I ❤️ me’ or ‘instant blow me a kiss’ he’d definitely had you in his mind. Mostly likely wearing those types of tees with leather pants or low rise jeans.

Jack was definitely more of a quality time, type of lover. While you were more of a physical touch lover. You held his hand, wrap your arm around him, forehead kisses, quick kisses before beating up a guy at fight club. While Jack could just sit in a room with you and be happy.

Under the sheets though… you’d definitely be top… on some occasions… you’d switch, you definitely weren’t complaining though…

You’d definitely bring him along to help Tyler at the movies. You’d get him to be the watcher. While you and Tyler did your thing, only because you both knew what you were doing and Jack was quite new to it.

You’d definitely be protective of him, oh for sure! A guy punched him once or twice more after Jack called quits?? Your over the basement in a heartbeat, beating up the guy. Tyler either has to pull you off or does the ‘motherly’ smack across the head.

You’d definitely be tapping and fixing each other up after fights. And DEFINITELY praising each other for doing so good. If you’d knocked two guys out, also if you’re lucky, Jack may just give you a reward for doing so good….

Jack is definitely little spoon in bed. He hated his life before he met you. So having someone hold him, definitely felt better.

You always move in bed too, so whatever position you were going to sleep in… definitely wasn’t going to be the same when you wake up…

Jack loves you, you love Jack. Sometimes you’d be jealous if Marla would look at Jack for wayyyy too long. You’d definitely pull a quick kiss or wrap your arm around him as a subtly ‘fuck off Marla’.

Definitely black cat and golden retriever vibes!! Maybe black lab in your case. Like you’d look edgy or intimidating from afar. But if people knew you they same way Jack and Tyler did. That’s another story….

[issdisgrace]

Bro Tyler Durden is so hot that I just wanna beat my meat to him

[sir-gio22]

MATCHING HALLOWEEN OUTFITS ~Ben Shelton

Pairings: ben shelton x female reader

Warnings: uhhh...non? Kiss?

A/N: Happy halloween everyone!!! Short but cute, right? Love this one

Special tag: @dialedins luv you

The first thing you tought about when you saw your best friends Halloween costume matching with her boyfriend was to do it with ben too.

So that's why you're here now, 10pm, Paris, on the king size bed in your hotel. Ben exhausted from the season. All the matches he played and the flights. He was resting while hugging your side, his eyes heavy and body sore. You were with your computer on your lap, looking for matching outfits.

“Babe look at these” you ruffle his hair to wake him up.

Two costumes, one, the female one, being Natasha Romanoff, the tight zip on suit and the red wig, the male one being bucky Barnes, suit and sleeve for the metal arm.

His eyes opens wide when he sees the Natasha one. He liked the characters and their love story in the comics, but her suit was exactly like the actual one. Tight and revealing(without all the zip on), so that means part of your, amazing, breasts would show. That's a no-no for ben. He only gets to see them.

“No way babe that's too revealing in not letting you go out with that on” he shakes his head, then put it back on your chest, his other hand coming up to squeeze one of your breasts possessively

“Nobody can see them” he affirms.

He gets back to rest.

“This ones, love?” You call him

It was art and tashi from challengers, you alredy have the rackets and similar clothes, so why not?

“But I'm not blonde, baby” he says

“You can still dress up as Patrick”

“Nah, I'm on team art”

He declines the idea. He alredy thinks about tennis too much. If you give him a racket while going out in matching costumes he'd be practicing with the air all the time.

“These?”

The narrator and marla from fight club.

“Fight club, huh? Good movie (and book!!) But I don't want to dress upppp…i hate ties”

“You're so stubborn! It's just for one night!” You reply, but he doesn't change idea.

“Joker and Harley?” You propose

“Nah, too revealing for you and I don't want any make up”

“No make up??? Whattt…but it's Halloween!”

“Babe I promise you next year well do anything you want, okay? But now I'm tired”

You give up.

Now it's Halloween. You ended up dressing as the couple from subway surfers, you're still upset because it's a cheap and no effort costume and you wanted to do something amazing, something from tim Burton maybe.

You were wearing a white top, blue jeans, air forces and a red cap. Ben was matching but with a grey hoodie and a sleeveless jeans jacket.

“Look at us, babe, we look so good” ben says, you pout. You didn't wanted this costumes.

“Ohhh cmon love don't be stubborn, next year we'll do whatever you want, okay?” He cups your face and take off your sunglasses.

He kisses you, softly, showing his love, and mumbling the promise he just told you, so that it can't be broken

[kimhargreeves]

Where is my mind? Part 2-The Narrator/Jack Moore x Reader (smut 18+🍋) 'Fight Club 1999'

Summary: You and Jack let your true feelings for one another cut through when he's determined to let some steam off, a long steamy night awaits.

(Warning only people over 18 can read. Oral male and female receiving, 69, missionary, etc. This is for all out nasty and horny people like myself who wants more Fight Club content)

Once thing led to another, right after Jack told me he also harmed himself once he quit his job and threatened our boss. He stopped me from being careful with his wounds and instead quickly began to undress me and himself, only thing remaining was his white dress shirt.

I bit my lip and shut my eyes tight as Jack continued to hold my neck and roughly kissed my neck while I moaned when I continued to feel his fingers playing with my exposed pussy. "Fuck you're so wet." He muttered close to my ear and bit my neck making sure it'll bruise.

I let out a strangled loud moan, not caring if anyone else would hear us. I reached my hand down and jerked his cock up and down, slowly making him hiss and move his hips to my touch. I shrieked when I felt his hand movement quicken and his thumb playing with my clit.

"You're so hot. This pussy is all mine, right (Y/N)?" I nodded frantically and also began to move my hips to match his rhythm.

"It's all yours, Jack. Fuck! I'm gonna cum." I bit my lip tight when I felt my stomach tighten and heard the obscene sound of my juices flowing down my legs. "J-Jack!" I dug my fingers into his shoulders when he continued to fuck me with his fingers, I clenched around him once and I moaned loudly when I came.

Defeated and already tired I felt my head hit the back of the wall. "Not done with you yet." I heard Jack say as he turned me around so my back would be against him.

I felt Jack hold my head against the wall as he parted my legs and I shivered when I felt his breathing against me. I cried when I felt two of Jack's fingers graze against my pussy and his thumb circling my clit.

"You're so fucking beautiful, (Y/N)." I heard Jack praise as he continued to assault my pussy now with a long strip of his tongue.

I pressed my cheeks against the wall and held into for support when I felt his tongue now delve inside of me, parting my lips with his fingers and making sure to kitty lick my clit. It feels like Jack hadn't eaten for days since he kept on holding my hips tight so I wouldn't move.

The bastard is going to make me come again. "J-Jack-" I stuttered and was ready to come until I was pulled back up and Jack pushed me against the white couch next to us.

I fell down onto the couch and I whimpered when Jack quickly knelt down on the couch and continued to lick my pussy. I threw my head back when I saw his blue eyes staring up at me with lust.

"Just like that." I moaned touching myself and biting my lip tight when he moaned against my pussy when one of tm hands reached down to pull his hair.

Jack pulled me closer to the edge and had his hands gripping my waist tightly. I reached out for grab one of his hand and eagerly began to suck onto his fingers, and began to gag onto them when I pressed them further into my mouth. A long stripe of saliva when Jack pulled his hand away and reached to play with my breasts and pinch my nipples.

I began to move my hips when I felt another orgasm coming. My breathing quickened and I could feel Jacky knowing it was coming up since he pressed his nose further into my pussy and felt his other hands begin to fuck me.

I cried out and let my head fall down to the couch when I came and felt my legs shake as I came around his face.

I blushed when I looked back and saw him wipe his eyes and I saw his mouth all wet, another long stripe of saliva connecting my pussy to his lips. Jack chuckled and smirked down at me, I hissed when he gently began to slow his fingers down my pussy again.

"Never knew you were a squirter." He said tilting his head and reaching down to kiss my lips.

I closed my eyes and moaned against him, feeling my taste on his lips. "You'll have to do that again for me sometime."

"Will do..but I want to taste you." I mutter sitting up and grabbing his hips and watching his cock harden more when it brushed against my lips. Jack moaned and he grabbed himself now jerking himself off in front of me and holding his cock still.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours then.", I did as told and stuck my tongue out, inviting him entirely. I licked the tip first as I held onto his base and started to fist what else couldn't fit when I opened my mouth and slid him inside.

I looked up and saw Jack throw his head back and cuss when he opened his eyes back up and looked down at me. He grabbed onto my hair and began to thrust himself into my mouth, "Such a slut for me. Come here."

Jack made me stand up from where I was and kissed my lips again, "I want your pussy on my face."

I looked back and saw Jack now laying on the couch and grabbing my hands so I would sit on his chest facing him backwards. His favorite position.

I placed my hands against his stomach and felt his arms wrap around my hips and I fell his mouth against my pussy again. I whimpered still feeling sensitive down there but I wanted more. I leaned forward and I wrapped my hands on his cock and continued what I was doing and took him inside of my mouth as I moaned around him. Savoring the bitter taste of his precum inside my mouth.

He feels so good. I closed my eyes savoring his taste and feeling his wet tongue against my pussy lips. "F-Fuck." I moaned around his cock and nearly gagged when I cried again as I came for a third time.

"Such a slut for me."

I grabbed his cock and positioned myself on top of his, now reverse cowgirl. I rolled my eyes back when I felt so full inside. I bit my lip and slowly began to move up and down, Jack wasted no time so he made me lay back down against his chest and began to fuck quickly making me moan out louder and clench around his harder when he reached out and roughly played with my sensitive pussy.

"Fuck! It's so deep inside of my pussy." I hummed satisfied at feeling him fill me up. I could see a ring of white below his dick, with my cum running down his thighs.

I breathed in when it seemed that I had stopped breathing and I felt Jack pull himself out of me and made me lay back on the couch and he grabbed my hips pulling me closer to him when he parted my legs again and stepped between them.

"This isn't over yet."

I giggled staring up at him with list as well and spreading my lips with my fingers and watched him spit on my pussy, making it drip down onto the couch with my juices. I winced and shivered when Jack grabbed his member and began to tease me with sliding his dick but not inserting it.

"Please Jack.."

"You need to beg for it sweetheart." He urged fighting back a smile.

"Fuck me Jack, please fuck me good and hard. Make me come all over your big fat cock. I want your cum so bad inside of me. You can fuck me all night, please please." I moaned not used to all the dirty words coming out of me.

What has gotten into me? Jack and I had sex many times before but nothing as intense as this.

Jack groaned at the words as well and began to slap his cock against my lips before slowly sliding it inside. "You're so tight and wet. I'm going to fuck you all night and breed you like the slut you want to be.".

Jack whispered into my ear when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and kept on breathing heavily against my neck. I felt one of his hands around my neck and the other holding my hips in place, I cried when he thrusted in and down, now quickly roughening his pace.

"Ahh God just like that. Fuck I love you so much.", He began to breathe heavily and continued to pound into me, slowly releasing his grip on my neck and placing my leg around his back now hitting me from a different angle and making me ready to come again.

I reached around his back and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him down to me, our foreheads pressed against each other as we continued moan and gasp for air. "I love you too so fucking much."

Jack caressed my cheek and kissed me sloppily while continuing his rough pace. He groaned and lowers his kisses down until his mouth latched onto my breasts and began to kiss my chest littering it with hickies.

The room temperature had changed by a lot, warmer with the familiar stickiness lingering in the air and between us, the familiar sounds of moans and obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin. The couch began to slightly move cause of Jack's roughness.

"I'm gonna come, Jack." I held onto his hands and felt his intertwined with mine as well. He kissed my above my breasts and looked at me with his blue eyes.

"I'm close too." Jack now parted my thighs and held onto them right now thrusting at a brutal pace.

"O-Oh fuck! Ah..ah!!" I shut my eyes tight when I felt him hitting that familiar spot inside of me. Then it all ended.

"(Y/N).."

I clenched around him and felt me milking around his cock, Jack fell on top of me groaned when he hid his face against my neck and came as well, his cum painting my insides as finished. I hummed satisfied at finally being full by him.

I roamed my hands down to his back up to his hair messing it up again. Jack moaned lightly when he snapped his hips once more making sure. Slowly he moved off of me and reached down to kiss my lips again and fix my hair that was sticking to my face.

Jack slowly got himself off of me making me wince a big in pain, now feeling empty without him inside of me. I felt my slick mixed with his cum, as soon as he took his cock out his cum began to slide outside of my pussy.

Jack chuckled and wiped some sweat off of his forehead, looking between our mixed juiced and up at my eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful you know that?" I smiled at his words and blushed under him.

"Not as beautiful as you are." I smiled shyly and I gathered a bit of his cum on my finger and placed some into my mouth as I swallowed a bit.

I winced when Jack smacked my ass and turned my body to the side making me close my legs. "How about round two in the shower?" He suggested with a smile.

Still remaining by my side and moving his hand sup and down my bare legs. "Where has this sudden stamina come from?" I joke turning to look at him.

"I'll tell you all about it after we finish again." Jack replied grabbing my hands and helping me up onto my feet, I shrieked and giggled when Jack pulled me closer to him and started to carry me into his bathroom.

[mattey-stu]

THIS MASTERLIST DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE.I HAVE MADE ANOTHER ONE.PLEASE CHECK THAT ONE ON THE TOP OF MY BLOG.

MASTERLIST:

FOR DISCLAMIER: I ONLY WRITE X MALE!READER.

AND I MIGHT WRITE SHIPS TOO.

THIS WILL BE UPDATED

RIVERDALE

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none yet

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The confession

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Mickey Altieri:

None yet

Randy Meeks:

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Charlie Walker:

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Roman Bridger:

The Soundtrack: Roman Bridger x male!reader

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Steve 'Stevo' Levy:

The party

Her0in Bob:

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SENSELESS:

Tim Laflour:

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Five Nights At Freddys:

Michael Afton/Schmidt:

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Doug Van Housen:

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DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

Rodrick Heffley:

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SAW:

Adam Stanheight:

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Daniel Matthews:

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Lawrence Gordon

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Peter Strahm:

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INSIDIOUS:

Steven 'Specs' Fisher:

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FIGHT CLUB:

-I cant put any more gifs in here so uh *insert gif* -

Tyler Durden:

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The 'Jack' Narrator:

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Thank you for reading!

Ill age up all the characters when im writing smut.

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[mlmmetalhead]

Cross the line.

The narrator x Male Reader

"I haven't gotten a valentine card since elementary school, and wow, this is the first real one."

"I like you!" "I like you too, you're my best friend.."

Y/N L/N was a strange man. Untouched by anything, calm as the Pacific Ocean, observing the world with a blank face, and then, he's suddenly passionately spitting words in my face I'm too tired to comprehend. But I try to. I try to, and they slip away, dissolving between my fingers, like sand at the Pacific Oceanside beach.

I try to comprehend the words because, unlike all the other ones, his are important. They have a meaning, to me, at least. Whether it's something work-related, or just an another tale about his day, what did he have in the morning, at lunch, and how's he feeling about whatever he's munching on right now. All of it was the same level of importance.

"You're a great listener!" He always said.

Thank you, I always reply, I try to be.

In return, Y/N is a great person. A great friend. Which I don't tell him often, I just figured he knows himself. He should know that. Everyone should tell people like Y/N they're great. But I'm not everyone. And even I know this. I just don't state it.

Most of the time I only try for Y/N. He makes me want to try, either it's something new or just trying to get up in the morning.

We know each other since middle school. How do you know when you're friends with someone? Where's the line between just seeing each other and being friends? What do you have to do to be someone's friend? I don't know. But I didn't have to ask myself this, when meeting Y/N. I didn't even notice when we crossed the line between knowing each other and being friends. He was like an instant friend, just add water.

People always told me I was lucky to catch Y/N's soft side. I don't think that's true. You just have to respect people sometimes, at least that what they tell you. I think it's more like I caught his eye for some reason.

I drifted off again. I missed what he tried to tell me, and now, he's staring at me. That's not good.

Sorry, I zoned out, can you repeat, please? I ask.

I get a little smile on his face, the one that makes my stomach tingle.

"Yeah, sure. I said, do you have any plans for valentine's?"

Right. Right, it's valentine's today. I forgot, completely. I almost always forget important dates. I think that's why they have those included in our phone's calendar. In the rush of life being the same grey mass, no one really remembers anymore. Or maybe, I just don't remember.

No, I answer, rubbing my eyes, You know I don't have anyone to spend it with.

He smiles again.

"Yeah, just made sure... So uh... In that case... You know, just thought I'd give you this..."

He hands me a card, looking all nervous. The card feels nice on my fingers, it's smooth and cold. I open it up and reveal minimalistic hearts and a handwritten quote, I let myself read it and get lost in it.

Let my loving arms embrace you for all eternity with all the strength of man.

Oh, was the only thing that I could force out.

He probably got the wrong impression. A simple 'Oh' could mean so much things, and even so, I don't know what does it mean myself.

I haven't gotten a valentine's card since elementary school and... This is the first real one, I think.

He starts nervously biting his lips and fiddling with his fingers. A short, high-pitched laugh leaves his lips.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have like... Done it like this, this is strange, I'm so sorry- I should've just- kept it... To, myself, haha.."

My eyebrows furrow, and my arms cross on my chest,

No, no, that's okay... There's nothing wrong with that.

"Really...? You actually think so? You're okay with... With me... With this?"

Why wouldn't I be? It's completely okay, nothing wrong with this.

He smiled again, this time his hand flying up to his lips, trying to cover his face up.

"Thank you... Thank you so much, oh god, I... I like you..."

I like you, too... you're my best friend.

There's a look on Y/N's face. One that makes me slightly chuckle. His breathing hitches, and his eyes dart away from me. He covers his face again, this time more like in embarrassment.

"You- I don't think you understood me completely, you know... It's like- it's -"

I smile and take his free hand, gently stroking over his knuckles. I can feel his hands shaking a little. I bring his hand closer to my face, gently touching it with my lips. They are chapped. I don't know if it feels good. I hope it does.

No, I understood. At least, I think I did.

Y/N L/N is a strange man. You can barely tell when you've crossed the line between being friends, and being something more with him.

[your-averagewriter]

Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

- The Walking Dead (I've only seen the first two seasons so no spoilers please!!) - Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Lori Grimes, Andrea

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men universe - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Remy LeBeau, Rogue, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson, Emma Frost.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

BOOKS:

- ACOTAR series - Feyre Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Emerie, Eris Vanserra (maybe, if you have a request), Gwyn, Helion, Kallias, Tarquin, Thesan.

- The Serpent and the Wings of Night - Raihn Ashraj

- Magnolia Parks - Magnolia Parks, BJ Ballentine

- The Inheritance Games - Nash Hawthorne, Grayson Hawthorne, Jameson Hawthorne

- The Cruel Prince - Cardan Greenbriar, Dain Greenbriar, Balekin Greenbriar, Roiben.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

[korn-dogz]

Introduction !!!! 

Hey i’m Lisa, she/her, I was born in Canada but raised in Argentina. I love music it’s one of the things I’m most passionate about, i love watching horror movies and playing video games (I can also play the guitar)

Fandoms I write for:

Metalocalypse

-William murder face

-Nathan explosion

-toki

-skwisgaar

-pickles the drummer

-Charles 

Breaking bad

-Jesse pinkman

-Walter jr aka Flynn

-skinny Pete

-banger

-saul

-gus

Ghost (band)

-papa II

-papa III

-papa IV

Korn

-Jonathan

-munky

-head

-fieldy

-david

Limp bizkit

-Fred

-Wes

- dj lethal

-Sam rivers

John otto

Metallica

-James

-Kirk

-Robert

-Lars

Slipknot

-Sid

-michael pfaff

-James

-corey

-mick

-Jay

Fight club

-maybe Tyler

-the narrator aka Ed

-angle face

Call of duty

-ghost

-konig

-captain price

-Philip graves

-soap

-gaz

-the shadow company

-Alejandro

-Rudy

-Russell adler

Mortal kombat

Anyone from mk1-mk11

Things I WILL NOT write

-gore

-underage

-r@pe non-con

- character x character (never got into it)

-male reader (I’m not a guy I’m afab)

-pregnancy

-self harm

Things I WILL write for

-smut

-fluff

-character x Reader

-basically anything

-I WILL WRITE GENDER NUTRAL READER

-love triangles

-sfw and nsfw headcannons

-enemies to lovers

-friends to lovers

-angst 

-nsfw and sfw alphabet 

-art commissions

-sugar daddy

-drabbles

Requests are open and please feel free to request anything!!!!

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 24

Tyler Durden and Jack “The Narrator” + masks and/or helmets

I’m sorry to anyone who was hoping for Jason Vorhees, but I’ve been watching my comfort movie (fight club) to destress from my assignments, so I got in the mood to write for these two.

Tyler is his own person in this, cuz I want both to go down on me at the same time, thats the only reason.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Welding had never been your plan for a job, especially not where you found yourself now. Low ranked and forced to do all the shit work your jackass boss couldn’t be assed to do, leaving you alone in the construction yard in the middle of the night, the welding tool hot and dangerous in your gloved hands as it cast an almost evil glow upon your welding helmet, the light reflecting off the glass that covered your eyes.

Imagine your surprise some group of jackasses show up at your construction site. They seemed surprised to see you as you turned around and slid up the front of your helmet to look at them, but the bags under your eyes and the dead look in them seemed to make them see you as one of their own. One of them was even polite enough to ask if they could use the yard for some kind of weird orgy club they had going on, or at least you thought it was an orgy club.

You shrugged and told them if they gave you fifty bucks a night, they could kill a guy there and you wouldn’t give a shit. Hey, there were at least ten guys, they could cough up five dollars each if they wanted to start wailing on each other as you worked.

This continued, multiple nights a week, because of course your shithead boss had you working extremely late hours every day for shit pay, and because of your lack of education and shitty upbringing you couldn’t just drop the job. The fifty bucks a night did help quite a lot, and at some point you didn’t even need to do all that extra work, but you kinda enjoyed watching all these pathetic meatheads and self-proclaiming alpha-males trying to show off just how tough they were by beating on each other.

You never took part in it, but “the guy in the welder helmet runs the place” became some kind of rumour, just because they paid you to let them use the place. Apparently, you not doing any of the fighting made them think you were some kind of bigshot, a member of ���project mayhem”, whatever that was.

It might also have been the muscle you had packed on from years of physical labour and your less then friendly attitude that made them think you were more then you were. But hey, you kept welding, but kept half an eye on the group of blood thirsty men, a group that only seemed to grow every night. So much for an “exclusive” group.

One day some guy with ugly spiked hair and a douchey red leather jacket swaggered his way over to you as you half-assed a weld between a couple of pipes. He had a cigarette hanging between his lips, like a real asshole, as he leaned against the pipe you were trying to weld, messing up your already shitty work. You could do a lot better, but you were in no way paid enough to care.

You could tell he was trying to antagonise you, as he would start showing up every night this so-called fight club happened, always trying to push your buttons, and even once putting out his cigarette against the one way glass protecting your eyes.

You were great at ignoring fools like him, so none of his actions got the reaction he seemed so starved for. The one that really caught your attention was this scrawnier guy, who looked like he hadn’t slept in months. It was like watching a corpse walking around, but something unleashed inside him when he fought. It was like a rabid dog with a piece of meat, it made your insides boil.

It was him that finally got you to join the fight, though you spat at their rules, keeping your welding helmet on, because why not, it looked sexy. You could definingly tell your years of labour had served you well from the way some of the guys around the place were looking at you, like they wanted to fight you or fuck you, maybe both.

The sleep deprived corpse, who you later learned was named Jack, tried his damn best to get the upper hand on you. But your uncle used to breed pitbulls and other types of large fighting dogs, so scruffing him and putting him in the ground was too damn easy. The erection on his pants wasn’t hard to see either, but you’d seen enough of this circle-jerk of a club to know it was normal, adrenaline, they always said.

You honestly had no idea how you found yourself in the situation you would find yourself in weeks later. You had finally started taking part in a couple of fights, but the helmet always stayed on no matter how much anyone complained, and you only really cared to fight Jack.

Even when the fucker in the red leather jacket whined and draped himself across you. You learned he was Tyler Durden, apparently him and Jack created this Fight Club junk. Tyler annoyed you though, always talking about society and changing it, you had clocked him once when he just wouldn’t shut up.

One day you found yourself packing down your gear, fight club had ended early today for some reason, you didn’t pay attention to that stuff, you were just there for a show. Tyler had been the first to pull up on you, Jack following not far behind, and when you had grunted what they wanted, Tyler had pounced like an overexcited puppy.

He had started licking the helmet you wore, his spit streaking across the glass of your mask, his breath leaving a foggy texture against it as you gripped onto his jaw, your work rough hands gripping hard enough to definitely leave a bruise.

Tyler was groaning like hed been shot, moaning something about how hot that stupid helmet was, and how sexy you were because you never took it off. You almost threw him across the yard when you felt hands undoing your belt. Snapping your head down you saw Jack on his knees in front of you, he had a busted lip and a black eye, but it somehow added to his charm.

His lips were soft, and his tongue was slightly hesitant as he started sucking you off, Tyler groaning and panting into the metal of your helmet, that was close to where your mouth would have been. You could feel him slobbering all over you, his tongue probably picking up all the grime the helmet had collected over the many weeks you’d gone without cleaning it.

Tylers slobbering was starting to get annoying, so with a grunt you gripped kicked his knees out from under him, making him crash to his knees with a painful crack against the pavement. His eyes seemed to lock on where Jack had been licking and almost worshipping your cock with his mouth, spit and drool dripping off of you and his mouth as he looked up at you with large blown pupils.

Tyler, the attention starved fool he was quickly butted in, his higher skilled tongue started to lap at the base of your length, even ducking in between your thighs to mouth as your sack. You couldn’t help but snort as you ran your gloved fingers through Jacks short hair in an almost loving manner, whilst also gripping and twisting in Tylers gelled hair with the other hand.

Something about seeing their reflection in the reflective glass of your welding helmet only seemed to excitement further, especially Tyler as he drooled, barely even seeming to make an inkling of an effort to keep spit in his mouth. Jack seemed at least a little shy about it, avoiding looking at himself but somehow always ending back at his reflection.

You didn’t tell them you were close, but they seemed to notice from how your hips twitching or your grunting grew rougher. Tyler almost shoved Jack aside to start tonguing at your tip right beside Jack, their tongues rubbing up against each other around your tip in some kind of French kiss.

Tyler had been moaning and groaning loudly the entire time, seemingly getting off at the volume of his noises, where Jack had been more subdued but still present. There was almost a battle of their tongues as you came, spurting white across wet wiggling muscles that tried to catch as much of it as possible.

Surprisingly, or maybe not to surprising, Tyler roughly grabbed Jack and started making out with him like he was trying to swallow him whole when you finished, swapping the mixture of spit and cum between them like a pair of starved animals. You scoffed a small laugh at the sight of them almost humping each other as they kept rubbing their tongues together obscenely, and here you thought Fight Club was a good show.

Tucking yourself back into your pants, you patted them both on the head to get their attention. When they finally pulled away from their sloppy sorry excuse of a kiss to look up at you, you pushed up the welders’ helmet and looked at them, quirking a questioning brow.

That seemed to be enough to get them going, the two almost skittering after you as you started trekking back to your bucket of a car to head home, your roommate would have to put up with the noises you knew you were gonna rip out of those two, so what if you had to keep the helmet on, they were right, it was kinda hot.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Man i should write a fight club fanfic where the reader is one of the doctors taking care of the narrator when he's in the psyche ward at the end of the book....

But should the reader have been part of project mayhem, or a complete outside person? Should Tyler start appearing again because of Jack's clear possessive and jealous character? Much to think about.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello! I was going to req some hc’s or like a drabble for the narrator/jack? Both SFW & NSFW if you can but if you can’t it’s fine ^^ (ur literally carrying the tag on ur back LMAO)

Jack/The Narrator x Medical Staff Male Reader

Drabble

I tried writing this from Jacks perspective.

I have to get used to calling him Jack again, since I had to call him Joe in my assignment, since that’s what hes called in the book. This is based off of the books ending, so maybe google it if you don’t know it?

I had the idea of the reader being medical staff a while ago, and id love to explore it more with both Jack and Tyler, both as the same person or as separate people. No smut, but I hope that’s still good :)

on the shorter side, but enjoy

Heaven was a slow and dull place. Cold white walls, cold white floors, cold white clothes, bland tasteless food and angels watching over you, making sure you ate every bite and checking that you took all the tasteless little tablets in tiny cups. Their eyes would bore into you as you swallowed down the little things, some even wanted to see under your tongue to make sure you had taken them all. Just follow orders, open your mouth please, life your tongue, to the right, to the left, thank you, you can close your mouth now.

The only angel that mattered in this place was… him. I could never remember his name, even though he wore a nametag like every other angel. The only thing I could remember with certainty was his eyes. Unlike the other angels and God who looked at me with badly hidden fear and disgust, he looked at me with patience and warmth, so warm. I don’t even think my mother ever looked at me with that much care.

He was the first angel I saw when I woke up, his hand holding mine, his thumb rubbing light circles over the scar on the back of my hand. Over Tylers scar. I couldn’t speak the first month or two I was here, almost blowing your face off would do that to you, but he was always patient to me, waiting between his questions like I somehow had the ability to answer.

Even when I felt so empty and hollowed out, he would show up, turn me over and wipe me down, because I had become so invalid, I couldn’t even wash myself. Even the space monkeys that wandered the halls as cleaners or whatever else seemed to like him. My angel. My guardian angel.

Hes poor you know, he does this because he loves us low lives. His dad offed himself in front of him when he was a kid, his mom overdosed in the bathtub when he was a teen. His aunt that took him in beat him. Hes just as lowly as us, but he’s so kind, even us space monkeys, he always takes care of us Sir, you’ll love him Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

That’s all they call me, waiting with bated breath for him to return. For their messiah, for their God Tyler Durden to return. But all that was left was me, a loose-limbed scarecrow of a person, all jagged edges, and shadowed eyes. My angel always made sure I took the pills, I didn’t even care if he made me swallow cyanide, poison or some other drug that would leave me braindead. As long as he caressed my scarred cheek with those warm careful fingers afterwards, and spoke to me in that soft voice.

He must have noticed how I preened under his praise, because my angel kept praising me from then on. Soon thoughts of Project Mayhem and Space Monkeys and Marla meant nothing. As long as my angel was there to hold me when I wailed and seized through the different treatments, nothing mattered.

My angel made my insides twist and warm in ways neither Marla nor Tyler had ever made them twist. The medication God made me take made it so I couldn’t get hard, but I swear if I could, just thinking about my angel’s lips would have left me rock solid.

I wanted him to stay with me, but apparently that wasn’t advisable. He had other souls to check on, others to shine his light upon. But I never wanted him to go. He always caressed my hair before leaving, telling me to be good before he returned, and so I was. The time without him blurred together into a mess with no meaning.

Simply waiting for my angel to return again.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Fight Club narrator is irrevocably in love with me but can't bring himself to say anything about it and I put my dumb ass in Fight Club but Tyler Durden has his eye on me now. How would narrator react to knowing this, and how would Tyler pursue?

Narrator “Jack” and Tyler Durden x Male reader

Headcanons

The Narrator is referred to as Jack in this. When I wrote this, I imagined Tyler and Jack as their separate people. I tried to write the reader in a way that would catch not only Jacks but also Tyler’s attention, hope that’s okay.

 This became a lot longer than I had planned, so I hope you enjoy :)

 Tw for some mentioned homophobia. Mentions of violence (its fight club, so duh), nsfw mentioned but not described.

I'm always open for more fight club requests if anybody is interested. I know it's a pretty small fandom but ya know. I like it.

-          Jack had been dragging himself through the grey and repetitiveness that was society when he met you for the first time. A new person had joined the multi-billion-dollar company that Jack had slaved away at for who knows how many years.

-          You had been set up in the empty cubby beside Jack, the one that had been empty since his last coworker moved on to another mindless soul sucking job that paid a little extra.

-          He had been typing random letters in a document, trying to force his insomnia heavy eyes to stay open, his head drooping every now and then as if the weight of his brain became to much for his neck to bare.

-          Jack came to after you had already left to collect the materials needed for your desk. You had only been by to place your bag and leave your jacket. He heard people mutter and whisper, their voices muddling together into a wall of useless sounds, the kind that no matter how hard you tried, you could focus on enough to understand.

-          Jack felt something swell in his throat as he saw you as you went by the opening of his cubby. He could now see why people talked about you that way. You had multiple piercings and tattoos, the ink curling up your neck and crawling the back of your ears, as the fake stones in your piercings twinkled.

 

-          When you stepped back onto the floor, the whispers went quiet. A ringing noise filed Jacks ears as the sound suddenly left the room, an air of fake politeness filled the room like the gas from a stove left on too long. All it would take would be some comment, or any sudden movement to be the spark that would blow it all up.

-          Your hair was styled in a way that was unprofessional by most sheep’s standards. It was spikey but still manageable. In a way that no one could really punish you, as it didn’t break the clothing rules. Letting his eyes roam over you, he caught a flash of colour on your hips.

-          There, on your hips, you wore a colourful belt with spikes and buckles. And from one of the many buckles, hung a keychain of a rainbow flag. Jack could see the looks of disdain and disgust on his coworker’s face. As if your very presence was an insult to their existence, to their grey boring lives that followed the same patterns every single day.

-          Jack could hear the mutter of Jenny, the 60-year-old, thrice divorced mother of 4, whose children never visited her anymore. He had her use a slur under her breath, venom lacing her words as she asked why someone like you had to work here.

-          From the returned mother of Peter, married but unhappily, he would come in every day and complain about his wife and how she was unbearable. It was obvious he hit her. You were a hire from the higher ups to make the company look more “inclusive”, as “your kind” was becoming more accepted.

-          When you smiled at him, he felt a warm flutter in his otherwise cold and empty chest. It was like a flower unfurling its leaves under a streak of sunlight. He tried to smile back, but he knew it looked awkward. He must have been some sight, with the dark circles under his eyes and sunken in appearance.

 

-          As you looked to the side, your eyes meeting his, it felt as if Jack was struck across the face. It felt as if your fist met the side of his jaw, your ring covered fingers carving indents into his flesh and blood pouring from the damage.

-          But you just smiled and introduced yourself. Jack politely replied, welcoming you to the company. He felt his heart give a lurch as he caught the appearance of a tongue piercing as you spoke.

-          You grinned at him and made a comment about how you would be cubby neighbors, so you’d have to get along. Jack smiled, a little less tense this time, and made a smart remark about how he was sure you would get along just fine.

-          Some days you would style your hair different, wear different piercings or change your hair. You even started wearing intriguing and colourful ties as the employee rulebook said nothing about colour.

 

-          You were like a flash of light, a breath of fresh air or the relieving feeling of Tylenol kicking in and washing away a day long headache. You were a streak of colour in the otherwise grey and ice-cold world. You were warm and exciting. Nothing was ever the same being your cubby neighbour.

-          Jack kept up his work friendship with you, the warmth in his chest turning into a bonfire, later growing into an almost unstoppable forest fire. The smoke rising and filling his lungs and causing tears to gather in his eyes as the soot blinded his vision. But through it all he could still see you, your hand reached out to him as you handed him a stapler as he had lost his own.

-          Jack had even stopped going to support groups, as your very presence seemed to fill whatever hole it was, he had in his chest, tho he still had an impossible time sleeping. You were like a balm or an icepack on his otherwise painful existence.

-          When you one day came to work and gave him a present on his birthday, the forest fire grew even more, the flames consuming hundreds if not thousands of miles or privately owned property, tearing down the million-dollar mansions and low-income houses that struggled paycheck to paycheck.

-          He had never told you his birthday, but you just looked off to the side, a faint flush on your perfect face, at least in Jacks eyes, as you made some off hand comment about seeing it on the work calendar and since he was the only one at the office who seemed to like you, you felt like it would be a nice thing to do.

-          Jack smiled, like really smiled as the warm feeling that he now recognized was love bubbled over, like a boiling pot of water, or acid mixed with the right chemicals. He shyly thanked you, and when you grinned and went back to your seat, he let the fluttering in his stomach be instead of surpassing it like he normally would.

-          Inside the gift you had given him with a “Make your own soap” diy set with a sticky note ontop with some comment you had written about how “atleast making soap you get to decide, unlike this dump” and a winky face.

-          Digging deeper into the box he pulled out a shirt, it was thick and warm and on closer inspection it was a hoodie. It was black and had multiple patches and artworks embroidered into it. The string it was stitched with was colourful and obviously homemade.

-          In the hood was another note. In your recognizable scrawl It said “You always look so cold and small in ties and dress shirts. Its like looking at a wet, abandoned street cat. You should have something comfortable to wear”.

-          Only you had been on his mind, and curling the hoodie to his nose, he could smell you. This has knocked him over and edge he hadn’t been able to cross in as long as he could remember. He couldn’t deny it any longer. Jack was madly and uncontrollably in love with you.

 

-          Later that evening, Jack would lay awake in his bed, wearing nothing but the hoodie you had made for him. His forehead was sweaty, and his mind felt floaty as he had just had the best orgasm he could remember ever having.

-          You filled everything inside of him. From his thoughts to his guided meditation safe place. Where in the past it had been a penguin telling him to slide, was you, in your out of work clothes, cigarette between your lips and telling him to live.

-          Jack fell asleep to a bittersweet burn on his throat. He could never confess his feelings to you. It would destroy what little control he had over his life, and he knew you were so far out of his sphere that he would never have a chance.

-          So, when the next day came, he acted like he always did, greeting you with a smile and tried to ignore the unbearable flutter between his ribs as you smiled back, a new piercing in your bottom lip.

-          It was harder than he imagined, hiding fight club from you. Especially when you’d brush your knuckle over his bruised brow, your well kept and styled brows furrowed as you asked in to what happened.

 

-          That’s when Jack met Tyler Durden, and everything went down the rollercoaster that was his Life. Jacks’ apartment was blown up, he moved into the abandoned building with Tyler, and they started fight club.

-          Jack couldn’t help but look at the rings on your fingers, the gold and silver triggering the part of his brain that dreamt of being punched and hurt. He wanted nothing more than for you to pummel him into the ground, to kill him so he could be reborn yet again, this time to your kisses and touch.

-          Things kept on as usual, tho you became more and more worried as Jack become more disheveled and unfocused at work. It was when Jack had apparently been beating bloody by the manager that you put your foot down.

-          You had planned on crowding him against a wall and forcing out of him who had been hurting him, when you heard mutters of some so-called fight club. One of your coworkers, one of the lowest ranked there whose whole job was sucking up to higher ups, mentioned Jack and how he was a beast in a fight.

-          Your brow gave a twitch as you forced the guy into a supply closet with you, and with some prodding and threats you got it out of him. Fight club. You even got an address forced out of him and the times Jack was there before you left.

-          You ignored the side glances some of the other men gave you, knowing their eyes were all over your clothes and the way you carried yourself. Knowing it was a club for beating each other up, you had taken out your piercings.

 

-          That Saturday you arrived at the bar your coworker had given you. You had arrived before fight club was so happen and had taken a seat in the back of the bar, eyes on the door.

-          you were wearing low hanging jeans, so low the top of your hip bones was visible, and a short tank top, the shirt ending a few inches under your pecs. Over it you wore one of your sweatshirts, this one like the one you had made Jack. It was black, with multiple patches and smiley faces embroidered in many different colours.

-          On your feet you wore well loved boots, and your hair was ruffled in a way that would have you sent home at work. You had even gone as far as smudge dark eyeshadow around your eyes and paint a sharp edge to your eyes with eyeliner.

-          Normally at bars like this, multiple men would have already harassed you the moment you stepped in the door. But they had only seemed to size you up as you stepped in doors, some even letting their eyes falling to the exposed inked tattoo of your stomach and neck.

-          Catching the eyes of one of them, he immediately turned his head in the other direction, his ears going red as he did. He was blonde, the kind that you could only get out of a box, even his eyebrows had been given the same treatment. And he had a large still healing bruise on his face.

-          As they entered, the bar seemed to buzz as they started closing, tho only some men and mainly women left the building. As the group moved into the basement, you stood up and cocked your hip, letting your eyes roll over the many pathetic or desperate expressions. They reminded you of an addict about to get their next hit.

 

-          When Jack stepped into the building, you almost got up and charged at him to force him to tell you what the hell this was about. But then the other man swaggered in behind him. He had greasy but spikey hair, and wore clothes you assumed he dug up at the same goodwill that you did, and from his lips hung a crumbled cigarette.

-          As you walked down the stairs, you passed the man Jack had entered with. He stood as if he was greeting all the other men entering, but the moment his eyes landed on you, a cocky and lustful smirk pulled on his lips, as he let his eyes roll all over you.

-          You did nothing but roll your eyes at him as you moved past. Scrunching your nose at the cigarette smoke he puffed out as he gave some flirty greeting to you. When you just quirked a brow at him and kept moving, he cackled to himself as if entertained by your uninterest in him and moved to the front.

-          You took your place in the crowd, and watched as this man introduced the club and its rules, his eyes passing over you multiple times as he did. Beside him stood Jack who hadn’t seemed to have spotted you yet.

-          Soon the fighting began, and you leant against a wall with mild interest. You could see the appeal sure, but you liked fighting just two people, since it felt even better with no audience.

-          Jack choked as you stepped into the ring, working off your shoes, jacket, and the piece of fabric you called a shirt. He could help the ugly jealousy that boiled through his shock as Tyler seemed to eat up every inch of inked skin you revealed to him. Tyler spat the cigarette between his teeth on the ground and squared up.

 

-          Finally, as all the other new men had fought, Tyler stepped into the ring and called out to you. He went as far as to bite his lip and wink as he said you would be fighting him.

-          “How about a bet” he purred as you cracked your neck and stretched your wrists and arms. When you quirked your styled brow, he grinned and wiggled his owns as he said “If I win, you’ll go on a date with me”

-          You scoffed. “And if I win? Then what?”. Tyler kept grinning as he gave a shrug “Ill let you do exactly what you want with me”. You rolled your eyes and got into a fighting stance.

-          Jack had to hold himself back from barging into the circle to grab your wrist and drag you with him out of the basement and bar. He couldn’t bare you being hurt, but most of all he couldn’t take the way Tyler was looking at you, or the obvious half chub in his pants as you struck him across the face, almost sending him flying with your strength.

-          The fight lasted at least 15 minutes, Fists flying and blood splattering the ground. Soon Tyler was on his back, and you wailed on his face and head, punching him with the same strength one would their worst enemy. Tyler gagged and spat up blood, arousal, and something else fluttering his chest as you straddled his chest.

-          It triggered something inside his brain that you were stronger than him, and even after fighting for 15 minutes, you didn’t even seem winded, even as Tyler was staring to lose consciousness. As he started to hear ringing and lose his vision, he finally stopped trying to fight back and went limp, announcing the fight was over.

-          You pulled Tyler to his feet with ease, the man wobbling and crashing into your well built chest as he grinned up at you, tongue running over his bloody teeth as he squinted his bloody and bruised eyes.

 

-          You rose to your feet with the ease of a ballerina, sticking out your hand to help Tyler get up as the deafening roar of cheers and hollers rose across the basement.

-          “So, what do you wanna do with me” he purred, and you rolled your eyes and dragged him out of the middle of the room, letting the next two victims get a chance to beat each other bloody.

-          You dragged Tyler to a garden chair at the edge of the room near the stairs, placing him down into it with little care even as he groaned, head rolling back and Adams apple bobbing.

-          Jack couldn’t stop the glare he shot Tyler as the man clearly was showing off to you, trying to entrance you the same way he had all the other men in this basement.

-          Your lackluster reaction only made the need inside Tyler burn brighter. He wanted you. You were bright in a way that none of these other pathetic space monkeys were. You were his perfect other half, Tyler knew it. And if the glare that Jack was burning into the back of his skull was making Tyler want to act out even more, so what.

-          “Wait, you didn’t even give me your number” Tyler called, rolling his still dizzy head so he could look at your hips as you walked up the steps. Turning back, you huffed a chuckle, rolling your eyes and shaking your head before turning back around and leaving the basement.

 

-          As the fights continued and you had checked that Tyler wasn’t going to choke to death on his own tongue and blood, you pulled on your shirt and jacket, shooting Jack a look before you went up the stairs.

-          Jack could feel his fists shaking by his sides as he saw the flirty interaction with Tyler, who seemed to have caught the same infatuation with you that Jack himself had. If the dreamy look Tyler was shooting the door, you had just exited was anything to go off. It was either that, or you had given him a concussion during your fight.

-          Jack bit the inside of his cheek, the taste of blood spreading to his tongue as he tried to suppress the bubbling jealousy and rage at the very thought of losing you to Tyler. Jack internally cursed Tyler, for daring to speak to you in ways Jack could only dream of ,you had just met and he seemed to already have worked his way into your good graces in a way that took Jack weeks.

-          Tyler turned his head to Jacks direction, shooting him a bloody grin as if he had won some fight that didn’t involve their fists. As if he had won your affection and ripped it out from right under Jack. Tyler seemed to take some pleasure in the bubbling anger in Jacks eyes, the glint in Tyler’s eyes sparkling just a little bit more than usual.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 6

Jack “Narrator” + edging

I tried to write this from the narrators pov, but idk if it really turned out that good. Oh well, enjoy.

This can also be read as narrator/Tyler if that's your thing, seeing as the name y/n is only mentioned very few times.

Kinktober list

I could taste blood in my mouth, the metallic taste that made your gums water spreading all over my tongue. I could feel the stitching on the inside of my cheek giving away when I tongued at it, and I knew that my teeth had to be a bright red. I struggled to see out of one of my eyes, the one that had been punched in by the very man pulling at my cock, straddled over my legs as I laid splayed on the motel mattress.

I felt like a place or worship, an alter for the believing to offer up their sacrifice of bodily fluids. I couldn’t tell if I was the one being worshipped or if he was as he slowly worked his own cock, twisting his wrists like one would when trying to pull of the cork on a bottle of wine. He was so beautiful above me, looking down at me with a want I could never have imagined turned my way. Even covered in bruises and dried blood from fight club, (Y/N) was like a god. Maybe I truly am the worshipper and him the deity, laid here as the ultimate offering.

My jaw fell open as he let go of me once again, drawing me close and then letting go and drawing back like one would a car crash. Get close enough just to see the mangled corpses of whoever had been inside, but moving back when it was expected of you to help since you were closest. My arms and legs felt limp, aching from all the exercise earlier that evening, a dribble of blood running down my cheek as I tried to choke out begs, praise, words or worship and anything in-between.

He kissed me, rubbing his perfect hands up and down my chest where I lay, letting my tortured cock stand twitching and full of blood, like a criminal or war prisoner pulled out to be executed. The bag over the head was his palm as he pressed it against the tip, the chains his fingers down he slid them down the length, the torture when he squeezed and let go at just the last moment, forcing pained and pleasured noises out from my chest.

I felt like I was suffocating against his lips, his tongue running against my blood-stained teeth. I could feel him flattening his tongue against my missing tooth, rubbing against the empty spot it had been until it was punched out a while ago. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he rubbed his thumb against my cheek, brushing away a salty droplet of humanity, of suffering, of joy, or pleasure.

His thumb was in my mouth, the same one he had brushed away the tear. My vision blurred as I flattened my tongue against his finger, staining his perfect hand in my blood and drool. I felt like a person disrespecting a holy place, like I was spray painting satanic symbols on a church, but (Y/N) was smiling down at me, his eyes soft and his lips delicious. His lips were slightly stained with my blood from our kiss, and it made me shiver.

I moaned like I had been punched when he wrapped his hand around me again, slowly working me up again for the I don’t know how many times. I swallowed around his thumb, trying to work him deeper into my mouth, down my throat, work him all the way inside me so that maybe I one day could be even quarter as good as him.

I grasp (Y/N)s wrist when he tries to withdraw his hand, internally saying my prayers when he let me, let he move from his thumb to swallow his other fingers. I let my tongue rub over the ringers on his fingers, the metal mixing with the blood still in my mouth. It feels like enlightenment when he moans, his middle and pointer fingers spreading as I push my tongue between them, our eyes meeting as more tears run down my face.

He moves his hand around me faster, his grip tight and almost punishing. I have no control of my hips as I thrust into his hand. I feel like an animal, humping whatever it can to meet its instinctual needs to spread its seed. I gasp as (Y/N) removes his fingers from my mouth, my tongue hanging out of my open mouth like a chick waiting for its mother to regurgitate half digested food down its throat.

But its not food that enters my mouth but his tongue as he kisses me again, his spit and blood covered fingers pinching my nipples. Even as I grow closer, he doesn’t let up, the burning feeling spreading all the way from my cock to my toes to the top of my head. The noises I let out sound pathetic even to my own ears, but he seems happy with them as he works me faster, muttering against my lips to cum, to show him, to spill all over myself.

And so, I do, my vision blackens as I feel as if I’m somewhere completely different, floating in the clouds like some kind of sick sinful angel thrown from heaven. I can feel him jerking off, how he crawls up to sit above me again as he spills over my spent cock and abdomen, his cum mixing with my own and making the tremors in my body grow. I feel owned and loved, like I was always meant to be here beneath this man and covered in his seed, like my entire purpose is simply to worship and pleasure (Y/N)

I still cannot move my body when he cleans us up, a pained whimper leaving my lips when he rubs a wet cloth over my spent cock, the feeling going into a pained mix of overstimulation and the kind of pain one gets from being pummeled into the ground for hours. He kisses me and pulls me to his chest when he lays down, caressing my face with his thumb and I melt into him, leaning into his hands like a touch starved loyal pet.

I exhale a sigh as he kisses my forehead, sleep gripping me in its clammy hands, the same hands that seem to always abandon me, as it pulls me under little by little. His heartbeat and breathing the perfect lullaby that lulls me away.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I'm kinda curious is anybody would want to read this idea I've had for a while. So the reader joins fight club and wrecks Tyler's shit, but is immune to all his manipulations. And Tyler wants him so bad because of this, but the reader could care less about him. But instead the reader likes jack/the narrator, and it makes Tyler all messed up cuz he's so used to getting whoever he wants and not Jack of all people getting them. (Jack and Tyler are two different People in this)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Tyler durden and Jack/the narrator is now added on the list of characters I write for. I write them as separate characters or the same character, depending on your request.

I'm gonna lgbt-ify fight club.