#tyler durden smut

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FIGHTING TEMPTATION | Tyler Durden

summary ⇝ after forcing your brother to tell you where he spends his evenings, you come across his shared club, with none other than his arrogant and cocky best friend who you swore you didn’t want until things got hot and steamy

warnings ⇝ narratorssister!reader, anguage, violence, smut! p in v, unprotected, choking, voyeurism(?), fingering, over the clothes touching, dirty talk. mdni

ps: yes he’s a real person here

Groans, punches and cheers echoed in the room as men fought and others cheered, and then all went silent, when a woman, you walked down the stairs, the narrators sister

"I want to join." You stated, clearly.

"I don't know what you mean." Tyler Durden said, your brother's best friend. He had to pretend not to know for everyone's sake, as everyone would know what would happen if others knew of him, he stood there, in a white, sweaty beater and jeans.

"I said I'd like to join." You say. Tyler knew that. He just looked at you, like he looked at most people, his smirk was almost cocky, but he was curious now.

"And why exactly, would you like to join?" He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette as his cold eyes burned through you

"Thought it would be fun. I had to coax it out of my brother to tell me where he spends his nights."

"So you think it's a fun night out, hm?" You felt the eyes of a dozen or so men burning on you, they'd all heard you. They weren't smiling, or happy. Men were there to vent not have some woman look at them as part of her evening entertainment

Tyler however, smirked slightly and held in a small chuckle as he looked you up and down. His intense eyes burning as he held you in his gaze

"Why not?"

"Well..." He walked around you, like a wolf circling a deer. He was a lot taller than you, which didn't help your nerves. You could feel his eyes burning through your skin as he circled you, but you didn't break his gaze, you kept your eyes on him, and his smile as he looked down at you. "You look a little weak, don't you think?"

"Because I'm a woman? And actually, why is it only men here?" He laughed then, a real, deep, genuine laugh. It sent chills down your spine when he laughed like that

"I don't mean you'd be too weak because you're a woman. I mean you just look like a weak person." He smirked, taking another drag on his cigarette as he looked down at you, waiting to see what you would say, then he circles you a second time before he stands in front of you. "Fine, if you're so eager to prove you can handle it, then show me. Fight me, if you can hurt me? Then I'll consider letting you in"

"Fight you?" He nods and gestures to the dozen, maybe more, men around the room and laughs

"They all came here to punch each other. Do better. Or else don't waste my time."

You roll your eyes at his response. That cocky smirk doesn't leave his face. He looked so punchable, you could hear his cocky smile in his deep voice.

"What? Don't you like my offer?" He asks, before taking a drag of his cigarette. Holding the smoke for a few seconds before blowing it into your face

You snatch his cigarette and place it between your lips, taking a drag before your fist balled at my sides. The smoke eased your muscles and it felt great, then your balled fist made contact with Tyler's jaw. The smoke bellowed from your nose. The flesh on your fingers tingles with pain.

His teeth gritted as your fist collided with his jaw, sending his entire body backwards.

"Not bad..." he said, with a chuckle, rubbing his jaw, you noticed blood in his mouth, he must've accidentally hit down on his tongue, it made his breath come out through his teeth with a whistle like sound. "Not bad at all."

You let out a satisfied hum. "Anyways, are you like the little ring leader here? Or is it my brother?" You asked, massaging your fingers. He laughs again, almost a chuckle this time but it's more from annoyance. He hated that you'd just punched him

"What? You don't think I'm the one in charge?" He asks with a smile. You could see the blood in his mouth from where you've just hit him and it made you feel satisfied. "Just because your brother founded this place doesn't mean I'm not the one running it"

"Who knows?" You couldn't stop staring at the blood, something about him bleeding was just so— you shook your head at the thought.

His intense eyes stayed on you a moment as you kept staring at how much you'd hurt him, how much you'd made him bleed. "I guess it's settled then?" He smirked, spitting a glob of blood onto the floor next to him that made you cringe, but you supposed be didn't want to swallow. "You passed. Welcome to fight club."

You smirked, looking away from the blood on his lips that made you have preposterous thoughts. He smiled as he stood up straight and rolled his shoulders, feeling the pain in his jaw and on his mouth where you'd hit him

"I suppose you get to pick who you fight first..." he looked around the room, gesturing to all the men around the place "Well? Choose who'll you fight? Or would you like me to choose..."

"You're telling me I'm supposed to punch yet another man?" You scoffed, he chuckles, and the look in his eyes almost seemed mocking as he smirked at you

"Well yes. What? Did you think you were the only person to ever fight me, and live to tell the tale?" he joked as he looked down at you. "Now cmon..." He took a step closer. His eyes almost burned like fires. "Pick someone. Or I'll pick for you"

"There's no other women though?" You mumbled. He almost burst into a fit of laughter as he looked around the room

"Aww... Are you scared to fight a man? But you didn't care about that when you hit me" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as a slight chuckle escaped his lips.

You look at him. "You're barely a man," You hum, just to provoke him. Again, there was that laugh of his that sounded almost like more of a mocking sound than anything

"Is that so?" He says before he takes a step closer to you. His tall figure now towering over you as he looks down at you. "Would you like me to prove you wrong..." he mumbled, lowering his voice as if he didn't want the others to hear what he was saying.

"Knock yourself out."

He chuckles, his chuckle just like from before, but this time it's like it's full of venom and his eyes burning as he looks down at you.

"Fine." he whispered. In a single step, he backed you against the wall, one of his strong hands pinning both of yours above your head while his other hand tightly gripped your jaw. His thumb was digging into your cheek where it was gripping your jaw and you were pinned up above your head, your back against the wall without any way to escape as he kept you pinned there.

He wasn't going to fist fight you, he'd just test your strength.

You lifted your leg up and your heel found his sensitive area, you shoved your foot hard there. He let out a groan of pain as your heel collided with his crotch, sending him backwards a little from the pain as his hands both went to grip his crotch

"Jesus..." he whispered, his voice sounding breathless from the pain.

"He can't save you from that, I'm afraid." You smirked as he raised both eye browns with a pained grin. His knees were bent slightly and his head was lowered as he slowly took his hands away from his crotch to look up at you. His voice was strained as he tried to talk without being in pain, he was trying to breathe normally but kept wincing as he tried to take a deep breath.  

"You fight dirty, girl. I guess you would have to..." His breathing was still rough and his jaw was still strained but he managed to almost force himself to breathe more normally as he spoke as well. "Not fair when I can't hit you there in return."

You roll your eyes (again), with a smirk. "What? It's totally fair."

"Damn," he mumbled, the hint of a smile still on his face. He grunted a little as he pulled both his knees away from one another and took a deep breath to help himself breathe again. "What a shitty way to start." he laughed, almost to himself, as he stood up straight and took a look around while flexing his sore jaw.

His eyes looked around but the room was now looking at him and almost laughing at him for getting hit in the crotch, which pissed him off a little

"You bastards think that's funny?" He spat out, his voice still rough and slightly strained, not wanting them to chuckle at his injury.

A few men mumbled back, some said it wasn't funny while others still let out a few chuckles. But they all quickly shut up when Tyler's hard gaze fell on them all, his face stone cold and serious as he stared at them with his hard eyes.

He looked back down at you and his cold hard glare quickly turned into a smile as you saw a new look in his eyes. He took a step closer to you before he reached out again and grabbed your jaw, but not so tightly this time

"What a bad girl you are..." he said quietly.

"What did I do now?" You raised an eyebrow, ignoring how his fingernails were digging into your skin.

"You know exactly what you did," he leaned in closer and spoke quietly, his warm breath tickling your neck as he leaned in closer to whisper into your ear. "You made my jaw hurt. And you tried to make my balls hurt too."

You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled in your throat. "Go figure," you giggled. A choked gasp that sounded embarrassingly like a moan escaped your lips when shoved you into the sticky wall, his other hand briefly goes behind your head so you don't get a concussion, before it slips out from behind you, his hand pressing into your jaw, making it tilt upwards, cheeks smushed together.

"Sounds like you're enjoying this, huh?" He says quietly.

"Perhaps."

"Naughty girl," He whispers as his fingers loosen and gently caress your jaw, a smile spreading across his lips as he whispered against your ear. His breath against your skin almost sent a shiver down your spine as he grinned. "Just wait." he whispered, keeping his voice low so the others couldn't hear him.

"For?"

"For your punishment... naughty girls like you get punished don't they?" He says, his voice dropping down to a little more than a whisper. The low growl in his voice was almost seductive as he teased you.

"No," You smirked.

"No...?" He asks, repeating the word again. He almost smiled at you as his fingers still gently caressed your jaw, the rough calluses slightly scratching your delicate chin as he held you in place. "Are you trying to give me attitude?" He asked, his voice growing quieter, barely more than a seductive growl as he whispered.

"Never," His smirk grew at your words, he chuckled softly against your neck, sending his breath against your skin and down your neck. The warm air against your skin made goosebumps spread across your skin and the quietest noise escaped your lips

He went silent, before pushing himself off the wall to face everyone, like nothing happened. A few men still stared at you questioningly. "Right! So let's continue this, make a ring, c'mon."

You shake your head, moving off the wall. A man with a sweaty white shirt raised his hands. What caught your eye was perhaps his enlarged breasts.

"Yes, Bob?"

"So, uh, is she going to fight anyone? I mean, we don't have any other girls and—."

"No, Bob. For now she'll only fight me. Alright! Let's con—."

"So are you going to fight? Rule eight says if it's your first night at fight club then you have to fight," Bob finishes, cutting Tyler off. "And I suppose she has to take off her shirt..."

"Yeah, nice one Bob," another man slaps Bobs arm playfully.

Tyler let out at aggravated sigh. "Thank you, Bob. Yes we will fight," Tyler looks over at you. "You can keep your shirt on."

It seemed you were going to fight, like, actually fight as the men began to circle the room, encasing you and Tyler in the space in the middle as they formed a loop.

Alright, you think, this is what you wanted, you still were surprised.

"Go easy on me?" Tyler let a smirk spread his lips.

Your expression mirrored his. "I'll try." 

He keeps the smile on his face, but his lips look like he's struggling to stop himself from smiling wider as his eyes look down the length of your body, almost taking you in before he looks back up into your eyes

"I'm sure you will," His hands come out in front of him, his legs bend as he bounces in his place. You allow for your hands to raise in front of you, balling your fists. "Ready?"

You nod, you can't clearly recall what happened next, there's blood pumping in your ears, the men's shouts turn to silence as your focus is primarily on Tyler.  During the fight, you can tell Tyler isn't trying to hit you, more so shove you, or get you stationary in his grip.

It isn't a graceful fight, hell, you don't know what you're even doing when you feel him grab your wrist after you tried to punch him. Fighting out of his grip is like trying to separate two flat Lego pieces stuck together with short fingernails. It can be done, but your wrist hurts from his grip.

It's tiring, having to fight him. Maybe this was his tactic, tire you out so that you're weak. You do actually manage to at least bruise him up a little, but nothing to foul.

He lunges forwards, his fists balled up at his sides as he barrels towards you and you can see the emotion in his eyes. You don't have very long to prepare before he's in front of you and he swings out at you with his left hand. 

You manage to duck and take a leap back, but your one foot gets caught in front of the other, resulting in you tumbling forward.  Face sticking to the dirty flooring. You’re able to twist yourself into your back before he pounces on you. He grabs hold of your waist and pushes you further into the floor.

You try turning in his grip, but it's firm as he keeps you pinned to the floor, his strong hands wrapped around your hips as he kept you where he wanted you, his arms almost like a vice and not letting you move.  You even try to knee him in the groin again, but he knew it was coming.

His thighs close around your shin, stabilising it. "I don't think so." He licks his bottom lip, bloodied tongue smearing more blood on his lip.

You let out a groan, still trying to free yourself. His body was pressed against yours, holding you underneath him as you try to wriggle out from under his body. He can feel your body beneath him as you try to move, his body warm and almost sweaty as he pressed his body down against you and he could smell the sweat coming off of you as his body pressed down against your own his smirk seemed to grow, like he knew you'd never get away, and he kept your wrists pinned above your head and held against the dirty, concrete floor.

He's almost enjoying this. The grin on his lips saying so. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks, his voice low and almost a growl as he keeps his grip on your wrists tight, not letting you escape. "You thought you could win?" He whispers, a low chuckle in his voice and it almost seems like he's enjoying keeping you trapped beneath his strong body.

You keep quiet. Ignoring his words, instead hoping that by arching your back, you'd push him away. Instead you just ending up firmly pressed against him. You could feel his heartbeat against yours. The tip of your chin grazed his. "You're relentless, just let go." You huff out, unaware of the very compromising position you're in.

"I'm relentless?" He asks, but there's a smile on his face as he looks down at you and almost seems to be enjoying the compromising position. "Aren't you the one still struggling on the ground?"

You let out an angry sigh, halting your movements as you grew tired. He's surprised when you stop struggling and grow quiet beneath him. Your arms still pinned down against the floor, his grip tight to make sure you couldn't escape but you stopped squirming beneath him, making it almost harder for him to keep himself from noticing how your body felt beneath his own

"Don't you wanna let me go?" You  speak quietly, breathlessly as you ask him to stop but you see the smile on his face grow again, a mischievous look in his eyes now as he looked down at you.

"Oh, but I'm enjoying this." he whispers as his eyes dance over your face. His body seems to tighten and push against yours, making it even harder for you to get away and you can feel his muscles tighten and make it almost impossible to move.

An idea comes to your mind. "You sure?" You manage to slip out the other leg that wasn't squished between his, and loop it around his waist.

"Very." His body seems to grow even hotter as your legs cradle his hip, wrapping around him. It's almost as if you can feel the muscles in his body tense from his reaction.

You let out a hum, your idea continuing as you lift your hips up, grinding your hips against his. His body tenses at the grind, his hands tight around your wrists as he keeps you pinned to the ground. You watch his body react, a quiet swear escaping his lips as he feels your hips grind against his crotch

"You just don't quit, do you?" He asks, although there's a groan in his voice as he tries to keep you in place.

"I don't know what you mean, Tyler." You smirk, hips moving harder. His body tensed with every movement you made, his eyes closed and his hands almost squeezing around your wrists as you felt his body react to your movements

"You're not trying to win." he mutters softly, his body still pressed against yours as he fought to keep himself from moaning at each movement of your hips against him.

"I'd never." You can hear the soft groan that gets almost caught in his throat as your hips continue to grind against his crotch and feel his body tense again, trying to keep his hold on your wrists while your legs wrapped around his waist

"God..." he growls softly, trying desperately to keep himself together as you keep moving against him. He opens his eyes again, his face almost in pain as you continue to grind against him, his body tensing again. "You should stop." He whispers again, almost a groan at the end of his words while he fights to keep himself in control and not let his body give into your teasing.

"Do you want me to?" He was only a man, his blood had rushed south against his will.

He closes his eyes again when you mention how you can feel him, his breath catching in his throat and you watch his entire body tense up again, almost as if the feeling of you grinding against him is almost too much for him to take.

His eyes stay closed and his body tense, the muscles of his arms flex like they're fighting to remain tight around your wrists as he almost groans in his throat. "I'm warning you," he whispers again, breathing heavily with each movement of your hips. "You keep this up and—."

"And what?" You tip your chin up, in challenge.

He opens his eyes again, his breathing heavy and a new look in his eyes as he looks down at you, his hands suddenly tighten around your wrist again and you watch his face change as he looks down at you, his body moving in reaction to yours

"And you'll see what you do to me." he whispers, his voice husky and a growl at the end of his words as he finally gives in to your teasing

"Then show me." All the other men in the room quieten down slowly, not understanding what's going on as you two keep your eyes locked to each other, his breath still heavy as you watch him look down at you

"You wanted to see?" He asks, a smirk growing on his face again as you watch the men around the circle begin to disperse and disappear, leaving only the two of you left alone in the warehouse

"If you're not scared."

"Scared?" He asks, almost a laugh in his voice as he looks at you. "I'm not scared of anything," he laughs and it almost sounds like a challenge as he grins down at you "And you?"

You shake your head. He grins now, his eyes slowly running over your body, at how you look with your legs wrapped around his hips and wrists pinned against the floor

"Why don't we put that to the test?" He asks, his voice almost mischievous as he eyes you slowly. You let a small smile grace your face as your hips raised against his, "I'm not going to give in as easily as you did..." he teases back as his hips push down against yours, almost pinning you down again as he pushes your wrists down into the floor again, making sure you're trapped. "Now you're going to see what you do to me." He grins, his breath heavy with anticipation and excitement as he looks down at you.

You gasp when you feel a hardness between your thighs as he ground his hips once more into you.

"You want me to stop?" He asks playfully, his face close and almost laughing as he looks down at you, his hips still grinding and pressing against yours and you feel his chest pressed against yours as he's pinning you down again.

You bite your lip, a small, barely noticeable shake of your head has him grinning like a wolf.

"I didn't think so," he whispered back, as he kept his eyes on you. "You don't really put up much of a resistance, you know that?" He asked, almost a tease in his voice as he continued to grind his hips against yours and you could feel everything as he kept you trapped beneath him.

"Shut up." you grit out, ignoring how you felt yourself ache and drool into your underwear.

"Is it getting to be too much for you?" He teases, the sound of his voice like honey as he watched your eyes flutter and close while he continued to press his hips against yours, his arms still holding your wrists against the floor as he made you feel his body against your own.

"No." your cheeks flared up at your voice, it held a tremor of a moan, one that had you biting your tongue. He smiles down at you again, the sound of your groan almost like music in Tyler's ears as he grinned above you, his body almost like a vice as he presses himself down against you and you can feel his pants tightening at the feeling of your body rubbing against him.

His eyes locked with yours as your mouth falls open and he can't take his eyes off of you

"You keep making those pretty noises and I'll keep making that pretty mouth do more than just speak." he teases with a smile across his face, his body continuing to press against yours while he watches each movement with hungry eyes.

Tyler got a bold lick of ambition, and let go of your wrists with one hand. He let his free hand barely graze your breasts and tummy before it found itself nestled on the apex of your thigh. He waited, waited for you to stop him, for you to struggle against his grip, for any sort of hesitation, but got none.

He can't help a smirk that forms on his face, leaning down and gently brushing his lips against yours, really waiting for a stop, before pulling back again to look at you with a smirk on his face, his fingers still wandering over and touching all your sensitive areas that makes you arch your back when he touches you. "You should really see you right now. God, what would your brother think?"

"Do you ever quit talking?" You spat.

"I mean, all this time you pretended to hate me. Me? Always bitchin' about me to me. But oh, sweetheart, you just wanted me all along," his voice was almost like a purr, it felt like a shuddering stroke against your core. He let out an amused chuckle. "And for the record, I don't quit."

His fingers shot to your clothed cunt, where he harshly dug, and twisted his fingers against your mound, against your puffy clit. This caused your hips to jerk and for a low groan to leave your lips.

His head jerked up and he threw a look over his shoulder. "Leave." He demanded. The other men who shamefully watched the ludicrous scene began to leave, Tyler didn't move until the last few perverted stragglers left.

Your wrists thrashed in his grip when you soon felt a warm feeling grow between your legs. "Will you let...go?" You gasped, referring to his vice grip.

"I dunno...What's in it for me?"

You groaned, both out of pleasure and frustration. "I don't know? Me?"

He chuckled at your attempt, your pathetic attempt. "Beg..." he whispers, his voice a low and almost menacing growl as he looks down at you, his breath heavy and his entire body still on fire as he looks down at you beneath him with your wrists still pinned down and his fingers gently trailing up and down your body.

Your eyes finds his, what was once a gunmetal blue was how to black holes, that swirled with desire and want, and looked like they could swallow you whole. "Please? I beg of you. Tyler, please?"

He looks down at you, almost in disbelief and not wanting to believe that you caved, but just as quickly as he stops himself to take in the fact that he was the one who pushed you to the edge and made you beg, he grins again with a dark twinkle in his eye. "Now that's a pretty thing to hear." he murmurs softly, lowering his voice and leaning closer to you again.

His breath is heavy as he lets go of one of your wrists and his fingers continue to rub against you as he watches you writhe with his touch and listen to your quiet, needy moans while his free hand helps keep him upright above you.

Your fingers flew to the hem of your pants, where you tugged ferociously. Tyler murmured something before his hands left you and grabbed your pants's hem and yanked, he yanked and tugged until they were off.

There's almost nothing gentle about his touches anymore as he gets more and more. His hands and fingers pull at your clothes, his touches almost greedy and needy as he pulls and pushes everything out of the way, almost needing you bare and exposed. His breath heavy and his own body tight and tensing, he reaches again and his fingers pull and push your clothes out of the way, almost not caring anymore if he rips something as he tries to make you bare so he can touch you.

His shirt is quick to follow, exposing his rigid muscles, glazed with sweat and bruises from fights before, and just now.

Almost immediately after, his fingers were back to massaging your clit, this time, he felt the tight bud against the pads of his fingers, he felt your wetness coat his fingers. Tyler allowed for his hand to slip, and for him to sink two digits into your sopping hole.

You whimpered at the stretch, feeling your walls cry in pain as he worked you open. You would have clamped your legs shut, but his were in the way. It took a few minutes for the pain to dissipate into raw pleasure. Your cunt squelched, the sound bouncing off the walls. "You hear that?" He asked, "She's so desperate for me, so wet, for me."

You moaned, unable to stop yourself as your hips gently rocked against his hand. With his other hand, Tyler yanked his pants down, just enough for his boxers to go with it, and for his cock to spring free.

He looks down at you, all that hard muscle and lean body exposed while he positions himself between your legs and looks down at you with a dark, feral look.

He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and giving them one, hard suck before he spat on his hand, using it as lube as he phoned his cock. You peered up at his cock, pink tip and tan shaft, blonde, wiry but trimmed hair peeking sitting pretty at his base.

"You ready for me, baby?" He asked, his eyes trained on your fluttering cunt.

"Please?"

He shifted as much as he could on his knees, until they hit the plush of your ass. He leant forward, allowing for his leaky tip to press against your hole. He sunk his tip in, allowing for it to prepare for the stretch before he fed your cunt, his cock.

"Aw, fuck. She's tight." He moaned, it wasn't because you didn't want this, but because of how much you wanted it, that your pussy walls puffed up with arousal.

"Give it to me, Tyler." You whined, feeling full even at the initial thrust.

"Don't worry, baby. I won't hold back."

He moves his hips back, slow. Achingly slow before they snap, and you jerk, loud moan ripping from your throat. He almost loses control as he presses against you, his moves becoming sharper and harder with his need and want for you, his breath coming heavy and panting as he can't do anything but feel you against him.

He groans again with each movement and thrust you feel from him, his breath heavy and almost in his throat as he holds his weight on his arms while he keeps his eyes locked on yours, almost like he's hypnotised by you.

His lips meet yours and he moves with need and want, tasting of cigarettes and sweat, an unusual yet almost addictive combination as he pulls you closer to him while he keeps moving against you.

You slither your hands up his chest which find their way around his neck, he almost growls against your lips, the feeling and touch making him move and grind against you with more eagerness and need.

"Imagine your brother sees us, huh," Tyler chuckled breathlessly, his words almost playful and teasing even now as his breath is still heavy and he's almost panting against your mouth, a grin on his face and the movement between not slowing as his voice comes out in the form of a low groan at the thought of his best friend finding him and his sister in this position. "Imagine what he'd think."

"You're a real asshole." You manage to get out, feeling yourself go in and out of sub-space. Tyler groans out, the feeling of you tightening around him making his breath hitch and his heart hammer in his chest as he groans out again, his mouth trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck as he moans out in pleasure.

"I think you'd like that. Like someone walking in and seeing this filth, hmm?" Tyler asked, with a wicked tone.

"N...No." you choke, but Tyler felt it. How you involuntarily clamped down on him, how your cunt squeezed him at his words. He barks a laugh, his hips never faltering. You ignore his cockiness, loosing the battle with care as you felt the coil in your lower belly tighten. "Mm, Tyler. I'm ‘bout to, I'm—!"

You don't get to finish your words as your orgasm slams into you, sending white, hot pleasure to surge through you as you scream. Toes curling and back arching.

As you come undone around him he suddenly stops moving, letting that moment of pure bliss wash over you before he lets out a low groan and his hips press closer to yours as he lets himself go as well, breath heavy against your neck and his body tensed as it comes to a release before his lips graze your neck and he breathes against the mark he left on your neck.

He slips out, you both whimper and whine at the loss of contact, his body almost weak and he looks down at you with a hint of a smile with a lazy expression on his face, the tension between them now loosened and the air between them light and almost easy after what just happened.

"Just, whatever you do, don't tell my brother."

As he helped you pull your pants back up, he looked at you with with a knowing smirk and a playful air in his voice, "I won't tell your brother, this can be our little secret." You nod, before standing up on shaky legs.

He stood up with you, a sense of ease between you and a lazy, cheeky smile on his face as he almost seemed pleased with himself. There was a look in his eyes that told you he wanted more, but he knew he couldn't push his luck right now.

"I don't suppose you'd have one of those smokes left on you, would you?" He asked, his voice light and playful as he reached out and placed a hand on your hip, pulling you in close next to him as he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You reach into your pocket and pull out the small box. He smiles as you hand him the cigarette box, pulling out a cigarette and bringing it to his lips and lighting it.

Then, he takes a drag, he blows out the smoke and looks at you with a satisfied smirk, "I could definitely get used to these little sessions of ours."

You roll your eyes. "I thought it was supposed to be a fight club."

He grins again, taking another drag before blowing out the smoke again and shrugging, "I suppose I just thought we could mix it up a little bit, keep things interesting. Besides, what fun is a fight club without a little bit of pleasure, right?"

"Do you do this with all new candidates?"

He smirks again, taking a puff from his cigarette before blowing out the smoke and shaking his head, "Only the feisty ones who make it worthwhile," he purrs, looking over at you with a twinkle in his eye. You let out an amused sound. "What's so funny?" He asks with a mischievous grin, blowing out the smoke before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close against him, his body against yours and his eyes fixed on you.

"Nothing."

"Don't go all shy on me now." he teases, nudging you playfully and taking another drag from the cigarette before blowing out the smoke, a playful and suggestive look in his eyes

You shake your head with a smile, dusting off your pants. "Whatever, Tyler. See you."

He grins again, taking one last drag before tossing the cigarette on the ground, stomping it out with his foot with a light chuckle, "See you around, sweetheart."

rewatched fight club (my fave) and I could not for the life of me stop staring at sweaty shirtless tyler

[renata-has-thoughts]

I've never done an ask before so this might suck

There is little to no narrator x readers and your writing is the best I've ever seen!!!!

If you have spare time could you pretty please possibly make another narrator smut where he's all pent up desperate and whiny but then fucks fem reader as rough as he can?

Kinda friend's to lovers almost?

If it's stupid or embarrassing please ignore this request all together!

Outlet

Pairing: Tyler Durden (Narrator) x f!reader W/C: 1.6k

Includes: NSFW!Friends to lovers, rough sex, penetrative sex, mutual orgasm, and, as requested, pent up Tyler.

A/N: Stupid? Embarrassing? Anon, we have nothing to be ashamed of. The Narrator is hot, this is indisputable fact.

“So you’re telling me…you have a club…where you fight. That you’re in…” you muttered, punctuating your words by tapping the table between you two alongside your disbelieving words.

“Yeah.” Tyler nodded without further explanation, taking a sip of his drink as if he had said enough. As if this were a normal thing to say.

“Y’know, when you told me you couldn’t hang out because you had ‘a club meeting’ all those times, I thought it was something stupid-or more importantly, normal, like a book club…or chess club, or something. But here you are willingly going to get your ass beat every week.”

“Why are you assuming I’m the one losing the fights?” Tyler asked, a tinge of hurt in his voice.

You paused, and shrugged. Granted, he has become a lot more toned over these past few months. More prominent muscles, a bit more confidence, the like.

“Right. Well, to each their own, but…try not to get too hurt, alright? Don’t expect me to nurse you back to health.” You sighed, staring at your drink.

“I wouldn’t burden you with something like that.” Tyler said, finishing off his own drink. A moment of comfortable silence passed. You two were good friends, had been for awhile, so it never was awkward anymore.

“Why?” You asked suddenly.

“Hm?”

“Why do you fight? Why are you in that club?”

Tyler ran his finger along the rim of the empty bottle for a second, then replied, “it’s helpful, I guess. It’s an outlet.”

“As in, therapeutic?”

“Yeah. I mean, everyone has their ways of getting out that anger. Getting an adrenaline rush.” He explained, his eyes leaving yours, and added, “I guess some with actual therapy, yeah, or healthy things like writing or sex.” He didn’t look up, especially at that last part. You noted that he hasn’t had a girlfriend, or otherwise, in the whole time you’ve known him, which was a good amount of time. Then you realized, neither had you.

“I feel like there’s a difference between things like therapy, writing and such, and sex.” You said, and put your drink aside, with your final swig. Usually by now, during these afternoons where you’d meet up at your house for drinks, Tyler would say his goodbyes, but now he merely shifted back in his chair.

“Depends.” He mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, as in, it depends on the sex.”

“Why? Is fighting for you a substitute for sexual frustration?” You laughed, but partly a genuine question, too.

“Well it’s not like fighting gets me going or anything, but they both relieve a similar thing.”

A silence simmered yet again.

For once, it was awkward.

“How long has it been since you’ve had sex?” You questioned softly.

“…I dunno. …maybe a year by now.” He responded, meeting your eyes again.

You thought, and recalled that it had been the same amount of time of celibacy for you, too.

“Same here.” You admitted, and caught his gaze.

Yes. You were very much attracted to him. It’s no secret you two had flirted playfully, but it was nothing more than banter, right?

By the way he looked at you then, you could tell it was never that casual for him.

Suddenly, he looked away again, clearing his throat as if catching himself.

“Thanks for the drinks, as usual. Uhm, I should get going.” He said, rising from his chair.

You mirrored his actions, but then rounded the table to stand before him in a swift action.

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you, Tyler.” You stopped him, grabbing his hand.

Something flashed in his eyes when you said that, like a prediction of your coming words.

“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath when your other hand grabbed his waist, pulling him closer to you.

“Tyler, I-I think you’re-“

“Say I can kiss you. Tell me to kiss you. Right fucking now.” Tyler interrupted, intertwining his fingers with yours. His eyes widened.

“Please.” You whimpered.

He tilted his head, eyes closing as he pressed his body to you, along with his lips to yours. It started small, drawing away for a second for him to breathe in before returning, open-mouthed this time, his tongue sliding next to yours. He moaned into the kiss, and soon so did you when his hand slid to slowly knead your waist.

You began shifting back, tugging him by his shirt while you broke the kiss, guiding him to your room.

“Tyler,” you explained as you headed to your bed, “get it out on me.”

“W-What?” He gasped as you let go of him to slide off your shirt.

“The tension. All that’s pent up in you.”

“Oh, fuck,” he whined under his breath upon seeing you now only in your bra. “Yeah, yeah, I…I can do that.” He nodded, swallowing down his nerves.

“I can take it, Tyler. Whatever you give me. I can take it.” You promised, staring into his eyes.

“Really?” He murmured again, still in that whiny tone.

“Yes.”

His breathing halted, then sped up, like a racehorse when the gun fires, he fumbled at his jeans, stripping them off. He pushed you down onto your bed and climbed on top of you, keeping a hand pressed down on you after he threw off his shirt.

“God, you’re so hot. I’ve always thought that,” Tyler rambled, tugging your pants off.

“Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you?” You moaned while he rid you of the rest of your clothes, bra and all.

“Fuck, holy shit-don’t even-don’t even tease me like that. I don’t think I can g-get any harder than I am.” He exemplified this by taking off his boxers, leaving you both naked and panting already.

“Please, please use me,” you cried, gripping onto his shoulders.

“Want me to treat you rough? Huh?”

“Yes!”

Two fingers dipped down into you, smoothing along the wetness you had ever since he had mentioned the mere idea of sex.

You moaned loudly, not just by the feeling, but the fact it was Tyler. It was Tyler, of all people, fucking you. Finally.

His fingers left you to grab himself, pushing him into you steadily, groaning at the feeling of pressure around his cock, you easily inviting him, warm and slick.

“I knew you would f-feel so good. I knew it.” He whined, both hands groping your waist and pulling you down along into him.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and your head rose to mouth desperately at his neck. That was his final breaking point.

He began thrusting into you, using every inch of his cock through your impossible tightness. It seemed like every part of you went numb except for the places he was hitting.

It was euphoric. It was Tyler fucking you. And he was fucking you good.

His breathing occurred through grit teeth and growls, his pace unyielding. The spots in which he was grabbing your waist to shove you into him while he thrusted would surely bruise in the morning, and your body got hot just by thinking about that.

Tyler shot one hand up to your neck, just under your jaw, and you gasped in surprise, although it was quickly drowned out by stuttered whimpers as he continued his abuses. His fingers prodded into your mouth, with his palm firmly on your neck. You took them in hungrily, licking and sucking on them, making him moan. His reaction was enough to make you shiver.

“You f-feel so good.” You managed through the obstruction of not only his fingers but the overwhelming pleasure.

“Yeah?” He promoted, removing his hand placement on your neck in favor of slotting his damp fingers above your clit. “You like it rough?” He growled, proceeding to change his quick thrusts to hard slams.

From the combination of everything he was doing, you felt sweat form on your brow.

“Tyler, I-I’m gonna cum,” you moaned.

“Yeah? Hm? Cum for me.”

“Don’t stop! Please, fuck, don’t-“

“Baby, I don’t plan on it.”

There it was. Your orgasm approached you with the same raging force as Tyler’s pace. Hot and dizzying. As he vowed, he did not stop, staying at the same speed despite the mumbling of curses under his breath, stammered ramblings of ‘so tight’, ‘yes, fuck yes’.

You couldn’t help but bite his neck as you let the remnants of your orgasm finish onto him. He groaned loudly as your teeth found purchase in his skin, and he pulled out just as your orgasm faded to grab his cock and guide himself through his orgasm, cumming onto your stomach with breathy whines, his composure shattering with each small sound.

You left a kiss on the mark you made on his neck, letting your head fall back onto the bed to look into his eyes, drained but still transfixed on you.

“Tyler? You there?” You smiled.

“Y-Yeah. Fuck.” He replied, catching his breath. “Are you alright?”

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had, Tyler.” You were saying that genuinely. “Of course I'm alright.”

His eyes seemed to light up, despite his exhaustion when you said that.

“Thank god.” He mumbled, lowering himself to lie by your side, running his hands through his hair to collect himself. “That was definitely the best for me, too.” His eyes fell closed.

“Could I ask you one more favor?”

“Sure, anything.” Tyler responded, opening his eyes again.

“Uhm…” you began, and gestured to your stomach, where he just came on.

“Oh! Right! Shit, sorry.” Tyler laughed, getting up from the bed and heading to your closet, grabbing his boxers along the way and sliding them back on.

You felt content in that moment. You first regarded your attraction to Tyler as frivolous and one-sided, yet now you watched him leaning down beside you, wiping you off with a washcloth and kissing your forehead.

[hisbuni]

wallpaper section ⊹ tyler durden, fight club 18+ nsfw content. unprotected sex. big dick! tyler. slightly unrealistic! cervix fucking. tummy bulge. creampie. smoking.

i feel like tyler would be the type to have dirty pictures of you as his wallpaper. he doesn’t let anybody just hold his phone or even see it. probably the only person who’s seen the pictures are you and jack, maybe even a random guy who asks tyler what time it is, tyler flashes his phone at the man, completely forgets what’s his wallpaper, until the man is wide eyed. after remembering he will smirk hard as fuck and say something sly like “she’s pretty isn’t she?”

anyways, let’s get into what these pictures are, my love.

bent over the sink, you’re leaning over the sink as you wash your face with nothing on but a bra and underwear after tyler just fucked you silly. he’s standing in the doorway of the bathroom and just can’t help but touch. so he slides his way into the bathroom and pushing his clothed lower half onto your ass. you are quick to stand just to find him grinning hard in the mirror. “you don’t have anything better to do?” you ask, and he shakes his head, hands on your hips. “nope,” he said before pulling his phone from his pants.

confused, you keep looking at him in the mirror until he pushes your back with his hand, signaling you to bend over, which you do. before he puts some of his weight onto your back and wraps his hand onto your jaw. “smile nice and big for me,” he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. you do as he says and he snaps a picture.

fucked out, legs pushed up to your chest, eyes rolling in the back of your head as his cock bullies your poor cervix. “come on, baby. look at me,” he grins, using his free hand that wasn’t holding your lags to your chest to lightly slap your face to get your attention to him. soon, your eyes settled in their right place, your lids still hung low from how cock drunk you were. “god, you are so fucking pretty, baby. such a fucking whore,” tyler says before spotting his phone close by. “hold your legs for me,” he said and you do so, barely. he quickly grabs his phone and begins to snap picture after picture.

tummy bulge, add on to fucked out phone already in both hands, tyler cannot handle how good you felt. he could barely keep himself upright without holding onto something so he choose your waist. he removes one hand from his phone and moves the other to your waist and his thumb pushes onto your stomach as he’s trying to keep himself steady. as his thumb is pushing onto your stomach he feels himself moving in and out of you. the feeling feeling on his thumb makes him look down to see himself puncturing your tummy. he could only groan and take a quick picture.

ride, it was the first time tyler let you ride him. normally he liked to be in control of the pace during but after you begging for so long he let you have it. he lit himself a cigarette and placed it between his lips before says, “take your seat.” and you do so. as the pleasures build in the stomach, moans slipping from your mouth, all of a sudden you feel tyler place his hands on your hips firmly. you look down at him just to see a playful grin on his face. “what?” you chuckled nervously, chest rising and falling. he only tilts his head to the side, grin growing. “wait,” he said before grabbing his phone from the bedside table.

“what are you doing?” you asked, as he starts taking pictures of you. “i can’t take pictures of you?” he asks with a sly grin and you shake your head before grabbing the phone from him. “no. not right now,” you said, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips.

creampie, doggy was his favorite position. he got to see how everything move and clench. it made him cum for fastest too. but anyways! he gripped your hips as he smashed his hips into your ass. his cock reached places that made your head dizzy and cloudy. you clawed at the bed sheets below as he watches your pussy suck him in every thrust. a white ring forms at the base of his cock. “fuck, baby,” he says, slamming his hips harder into your ass. he moves his eyes around the bed trying to find his phone just to spot it on the bedside table.

he couldn’t lean and get it himself so he slows down making you whine and push your hips into him but he stops your hips. “needy, aren’t you?” he chuckled, rubbing circles on your hips. “i’m gonna keep going. i just need you to hand me my phone from the side table,” he said, tapping your side. you lift yourself up enough to grab it and hand it to him. “thank you,” he grinned before pulling himself out of you a little. “gotta get a good angle,” he whispers, making sure he got everything from your gripping pussy to the white ring around the base of his cock in the picture.

[soleilceirinen]

I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME | Tyler Durden x fem!reader

Summary: you find Tyler in the most unexpected place, your cousin's wedding. Of course, with him there things couldn't be easy. Warning: nothing besides smut, don't read it if you are a minor. A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if there are mistakes and thanks for reading! Words: 1.9k

MASTERLIST

After dating Tyler for over eight months, your cousin’s wedding seems like the perfect occasion to introduce him to your family. They know you are seeing someone but they have no idea of what kind of person he is. It is not like he is the worst human being in the world, but he is kind of weird. You are not quite sure about how your grandmother is going to take it when she meets him. Perhaps she finds him charming, when it comes to Tyler you never know what to expect.

“That day I have to work, I can’t go,” says Tyler when you suggest him to be your plus one at the wedding.

It is okay, not the end of the world. Usually, he works at night. Sometimes at the local cinema, other times as a waiter. There are nights when you are almost certain that he is not working at all, nevertheless you don’t want to ask where he is or what he does. It is none of your business. All you know is that he comes home covered in bruises.

So you decide to end the conversation before he starts rambling for minutes or even hours about how weddings are social constructs imposed by today’s society and bla bla bla. You don’t feel like you have the mental strength to listen for who knows how long to another one of his speeches. According to Tyler, they won’t even last two years married and then they will have to pay again to get divorced. You know that it doesn’t have to be that way but he has his ideas and you are not going to be able to change his mind. 

-

The wedding turns out to be beautiful. You even get emotional and cry a bit during the ceremony. After all, your cousin and you have grown up together - almost like siblings - so seeing him marrying the person he loves so much, with the intention to spend the rest of their lives together moves you deeply inside. 

It is celebrated outdoors, in a lovely place. The restaurant is surrounded by beautiful gardens and a pond in the center. There are fishes and turtles swimming as if nothing is happening around, oblivious to the atmosphere of celebration and happiness that surrounds them. As night falls, the place is lit with small lights scattered among the vegetation, it looks like a setting straight out of a fairy scenery. 

Surprisingly, you are having a great time as you laugh with your family and friends. After a couple of glasses of wine you feel relaxed, a smile plastered on your face and your cheeks in a lovely rosy color. 

As the food is brought to the table, something catches your attention. Or rather someone.

Even though it is dark already and all the waiters are dressed in the same white and black uniform, Tyler is quite unmistakable. You stare at him dumbfounded for a moment, then he glances in your direction and smiles as if he were the devil himself before disappearing with an empty tray.

Finding him here is the last thing you expect. It is as if the universe is conspiring against you, or working in your favor so that your paths cross. Still, something makes you uncomfortable. A pang of nerves make themselves present in your stomach as you look at the soup in front of you. It is kind of creamy but you haven’t tried it yet, you just stir it with the spoon.

Everyone around is eating it, saying that it is really good but all you can think about is Tyler. At this point you know him too well to not trust it. He hasn’t smiled at you that way because he was excited to see you, he has done something to the soup. You have no proof but no doubts either. It is not the first time he does this sort of thing.

So you get up from the table and excuse yourself, going to the back of the old building on one side of the gardens, looking for the restroom. It is dark and far enough so nobody can see you from the tables. Without entering the building, you pace back and forth for several minutes until a figure dressed in white appears from behind the bushes and wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground.

“Tyler, put me back down! You’re going to ruin my dress…” 

He pulls you closer before setting you down. When your heels touch solid ground again you give him a little push and grab the lapel of his jacket to pull him towards you. Your lips meet in a hungry kiss and his hands rest on your waist. A soft moan scapes your mouth.

"I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you've missed me," he whispers when you break the kiss looking for some air.

You make a tiny affirmative noise and stare at him with your big eyes, changing your expression to a serious one. “And I can tell you’ve done something to the soup, am I wrong?”

Tyler bits his lip playfully and nods, amused. You punch him in the chest again.

“You’re disgusting!” you shout at him through an angry whisper. “My grandmother is eating that soup, you know? And my mother. And my whole family. What have you put in it?”

“Have you tried it?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. You shake your head. After a pause he adds, “then it’s better if you don’t know.”

“Tyler…”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

"Disgusting!"

It makes Tyler laugh in that way of his, like a maniac. And before you can control it, you're laughing too.

Eventually, your laughter fades away and it is replaced by a dark glint in Tyler’s eyes. He looks so handsome tonight. Without hesitation, you reach to grab the back of his neck to pull him closer to you once again, pressing your lips together. Instantly, his lips and yours seem to find the perfect rhythm. That is all that exists until you feel the wall behind you give way.

He grabs you so you don’t end up on the floor. It wasn’t a wall, you realize, it was the restroom door and it was him who opened it without you noticing during the kiss. With a quick glance around you notice that the bathroom is quite big and clean enough, so you relax. Also, it is far away from the guests. You hope they are all too busy eating or too lazy to want to cross the entire property just to pee. 

His hands move to your thighs, you can feel the warmth emanating from them through the thin fabric of your dress, as he bites his bottom lip. You can’t wait any longer. You need him.

You tangle your fingers in  his hair, messing it up even more if that is even possible. In seconds, his mouth is covered by yours. This time you catch his lip between your teeth and give him a gentle tug. Tyler moans against your mouth. With a subtle movement of your hips you feel his erection pressed against you.

“Wow…” you murmur with a soft giggle while rolling up your dress. 

Almost as if it were effortless, he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up, pushing you against the wall. With the cold tiles pressed against your bare back and your legs wrapped around his strong waist, you dig your nails into his shoulder through his clothes as his tip teases your entrance, sending shivers down your spine. 

With a single hand Tyler rips your underwear off in one go, tossing it casually on the floor. He never takes his eyes off your face, your body driving him crazy. Then he thrusts inside of you, without warning, and the feeling of being so full with him is overwhelming and delicious. Through a chorus of moans and sobs Tyler fucks you hard. 

You lose track of time, your family must be wondering where you are, what is taking you so long. You just hope they don’t decide to come looking for you. Nothing else matters. In this moment it’s just you and Tyler, it isn’t romantic, you are like two beasts fighting to dominate the other in a primal dance and it is starting to feel really good.

Tyler feels your walls clenching around his length, you are close to cumming. So he keeps up the pace while stroking your clit with his thumb until you fall against his shoulder with your eyes closed, panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He cums too. Still not letting go, he turns his face and leaves a small kiss on the side of your head. 

When your heels finally touch the ground once again, you feel like your legs are made out of jelly. 

You sigh and stretch your back. “Time to go, handsome,” you say as you look around. Your eyes linger on your torn underwear discarded on the floor. Tyler follows your gaze and bends down to pick up the lacey fabric. He stares at it for a few seconds before burying his nose in it. “Tyler! What are you doing? Don’t!”

“It smells like you” he states simply, shrugging and putting the fabric in one of his pockets. “I’ll keep it.”

“You do you, but you broke it. It’s kind of useless now. Can you tell that I’m not wearing any underwear?” Tyler stares at your ass shamelessly, with half a smile. Then he shakes his head. “Good.”

As you try to fix your hair as much as possible in the bathroom mirror, Tyler runs his hands over your sides a few times in an attempt to smooth out the mess of wrinkles your dress has turned into. Finally, you ran your fingers under your eyes to remove any smudged mascara. Is it very obvious that you just fucked like an animal in the bathroom? Giving Tyler one last peck on the lips, you walk back to your table, hoping that it doesn’t show too much. 

-

You smell Tyler before seeing him. 

He stands behind you, placing the desserts in front of each guest. When he leans down to place yours, his arm brushes your shoulder and his face rests only a few inches from yours, too close to go unnoticed by everyone. When you look around the table, you notice that they are too drunk to even care. 

Your heart beats fast, even though initially you thought of introducing him to your family at the wedding, now you don’t feel prepared at all. It feels so abrupt. So you remain impassive, trying not to let any small gesture give you away although Tyler is not making it easy.

He winks at you before turning to who he supposes must be your grandmother, smiling charmingly. He looks good and he knows it. Sometimes you envy him for it, for that self confidence that exudes from every pore of his skin. “Was the soup good, ma’am?”

She starts complimenting all the dishes, with special interest in the soup, and you roll your eyes while biting the inside of your cheek. 

Your eyes focus on the dessert and Tyler alternatively. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, still talking to your grandmother, and smiles even more. It looks like a harmless ice cream, covered with fancy decorations and a suspicious whitish sauce that could be nothing. But what if…?

You sigh. Damn Tyler and his terrorist food tendencies.

[pr4ktical]

KINKTOBER '24 MASTERLIST

this masterlist has characters from call of duty, scream, fight club, the wolverine, the boys, and twd

18+ please!! these will all be smut related. trigger warnings will be tagged in the fics. this will be my first kinktober writing!

day one - uniform + authority, john price

day two - blackmail, ghostface

day three - overstimulation, tyler durden

day four - dumbification + voice, negan smith

day five - virgin, logan howlett

day six - hunter/prey, negan smith

day seven - phone, ghostface

day eight - gloves, john price

day nine - tattoos, frank woods

day ten - age gap, logan howlett

day eleven - threesome, billy butcher + soldier boy (may change)

day twelve - jealousy + degradation, rick grimes

day thirteen - mirror sex, daryl dixon

day fourteen - orgasm denial, rick grimes

day fifteen - weapon play + car sex, billy butcher

[witzland]

I need to write about these two fucking each other even if they're just the same person.

[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.

[trixie-soapzz]

narrator if he just had gay sex w tyler n was chill like that /j lowkey proud of myself for beating that artblock (literally the most lazy drawing ever)

[jenovascaino]

lee jeno x reader

inspirado em clube da luta

havia conhecido lee jeno antes de você encontrá-lo e grudar em sua pele como um verdadeiro parasita.

as poucas noites de sono que tinha foram embora assim que virou costume te encontrar na casa que dividia com jeno, seu parceiro num projeto. contigo ali, a insônia voltara. não dormia mais. nem um pouco. o sangue fervia de raiva. ouvia teus gemidos, gritos e grunhidos todas as noites, chamando pelo nome do lee e pedindo para ir mais rápido.

o chão do segundo andar se desfazia acima de sua cabeça. a tinta descascada caída do teto boiava em seu café, e só restava escutá-los fodendo como dois animais selvagens quieto, como se não passasse de um telespectador. um mero narrador.

o gosto forte da bebida tomava a boca e deixava ali um certo amargor, que não chegava a ser tão incômodo quanto o emaranhado de xingamentos que tinha para soltar, mas eram engolidos enquanto rasgavam sua garganta.

tua voz o incomodava de todas as formas. saber que você gastava o tempo e ocupava a mente de lee jeno o irritava. não era merecedora de toda aquela atenção. não mesmo. não passava de uma mentirosa.

sentia o estômago embrulhar ao te imaginar se contorcendo na cama, tocando a bucetinha molhada com agilidade, cheia de tesão. os olhos se reviraram, enojado, ao pensar em você toda abertinha, esperando para ser comida por jeno enquanto tuas mãos famintas apertavam os peitinhos arrebitados. seus joelhos flexionados e quase tocando o colo só para ficar totalmente exposta, com o buraquinho pulsando e escorrendo teu melzinho brilhante, que deslizava até tua outra entradinha. você era desprezível.

não merecia ter o rabinho cheinho de porra ao final da noite, ou ficar com a bucetinha inchada de tanto levar pica. também não merecia ter a boca fodida do jeitinho que gostava, levando leite na cara enquanto gozava nos próprios dedinhos. nem ser comida com metade do corpo para fora da janela, ecoando teus malditos gemidos pela rua enquanto o lee te empurrava sem dó, para que todos ali pudessem ouvi-la.

muito menos merecia ser escutada por ele mesmo nessa madrugada, com a tua vozinha manhosa e irritante estragando mais uma de suas preciosas noites de sono. mas ele sabia que você curtia isso. sabia que queria se mostrar para todo mundo. para qualquer um. seja quem fosse.

sabia disso porque lee jeno também sabia.

não te odiava sem motivos. muito pelo contrário. antes de te encontrar perambulando pela própria casa na calada da noite e saindo pela manhã, havia te conhecido no último lugar que gostaria — se ao menos quisesse ter te conhecido.

pelas manhãs, trabalhava num escritório medíocre e tedioso, mas que pelo menos cobria os gastos de seu apartamento mais medíocre e tedioso ainda. vivia uma vida descartável, e parecia que aquilo lhe tirava o sono. seus dias eram cansativos e nem mesmo à noite podia relaxar. sua mente estava sempre acordada.

com insônia nada parece real.

no entanto, com a descoberta de grupos de apoio, podia dizer que estava dormindo como um bebê pelas seguintes noites. participava de inúmeros grupos, mas seu preferido era o homens remanescentes unidos, criado para prestar apoio a homens com câncer nos testiculos. chorar nos peitos desenvolvidos de jaemin, membro do grupo e antigo fisiculturista que tomou bomba demais, havia sido seu remédio e conforto mais precioso. adorava amassar as bochechas na pele quente, gordurosa, e deixar a marca de suas lágrimas em sua camiseta.

na realidade, não havia perdido suas bolas, ou sequer estava no estágio inicial do câncer como os outros homens ali. quando se está prestes a morrer, porém, as pessoas realmente escutam o que você tem a dizer. não só esperavam sua vez para falar. e mesmo que não abrisse a boca — e aquilo fazia com que os outros pensassem o pior —, sentia-se extremamente acolhido.

ir a grupos de apoio tinha elevado completamente a sua qualidade de vida. as olheiras começaram a clarear, as bochechas a corarem e sorrisos modestos ao longo do dia brotavam em seu rosto. até você aparecer.

você era a doença. com seus malditos olhos irritantes que o fitavam constantemente, como se encarassem sua alma. como se soubessem da verdade.

reparou em você, de fato, naquele mesmo grupo. os peitos fartos de jaemin, seu parceiro no “momento do abraço”, envolviam seu rosto choroso quando os olhos inchados e molhados miraram os seus.

você estava lá, tragando um cigarro enquanto um cara baixinho chorava agarrado em seus braços. logo reconheceu seu rosto inconfundível, e constatou que já havia te visto na sexta à noite, num grupo de apoio à tuberculose. e na mesa-redonda de melanoma, às quartas. também na segunda à noite, no grupo de leucemia. e no de parasitas sanguíneos. também no de cerebrais.

você era uma mentirosa. uma turista.

e não que ele não fosse, também. mas claramente eram casos diferentes. precisava daquilo. e precisava muito mais do que você. disso tinha certeza.

não conseguia fingir com outra pessoa fingindo. com alguém de fora o olhando. naquele momento, sua mentira refletia a dele, e então formavam uma grande mentira em meio a verdade daquelas pessoas.

tentou te convencer. te implorou para que largasse os grupos. para que fosse embora para bem longe e esquecesse da existência daquelas pessoas. contou que aqueles grupos eram importantes para ele, que necessitava daquilo para sobreviver, e que precisava que você saísse dali. mas de nada adiantou. afinal, de que te interessava? não tinha nada a ver contigo.

então negou, e ao ser ameaçada de ser exposta para todos como turista, ameaçou fazer o mesmo com ele, e isso iniciou uma longa discussão sobre a futilidade da vida e o merecimento. e então como vocês estavam em barcos diferentes nesse quesito. brigaram e brigaram, e o maluco te perseguiu por toda a rua. no final, chegaram a acordo nenhum.

e a partir dali, ele passou a remoer um ódio profundo por você. não passava um dia de sua vida sem descontar toda a raiva e frustração que sentia em sua figura, mesmo que em segredo. queria te ver destruída, acabadinha. do mesmo jeito que você o deixou, por mais indiretamente que fosse.

com o tempo, você descobriu seu verdadeiro nome. lee jeno, como havia se apresentado num sábado à noite, nos fundos de uma loja nunca alugada. parecia finalmente ter deixado aqueles papos estranhos para trás e dado uma chance para conversarem civilizadamente.

seu rosto estava machucado e suas roupas sujas, como se tivesse participado de uma briga de rua. um dos olhos estava roxo e na boca escorria uma fina faixa de sangue seco. os punhos estavam mais feridos ainda e os nós dos dedos manchados e sujos. mantinha um sorriso sacana nos lábios enquanto tragava um cigarro, te analisando de cima a baixo. então prensou teu corpo sobre a lataria velha de seu carro, apoiando o antebraço ali para se inclinar até você. o hálito de nicotina acertou seu nariz quando lee jeno disse que estava a fim de destruir uma coisa bonita.

e então você riu, sem graça, e acabou caindo em seus encantos. não se importava se há menos de dois meses ele era um cara metido que chorava em grupos de apoio como um bebezão mimado. tudo o que importava para você era o quanto ele te fodia bem nas madrugadas.

por isso estava mais uma vez em sua cama, em cima dos lençóis empoeirados daquela casa de paredes apodrecidas, tendo os joelhos forçados contra o colo pela mão forte do homem a sua frente, que esfregava o pau na tua intimidade coberta pela calcinha.

jeno adorava brincar com a tua bucetinha coberta, como se fosse revelar um tesouro ao arrastar tua calcinha molhada para o lado. puxava o tecido para cima, partindo tuas carnes enquanto a peça se enterrava entre os teus lábios. também puxava para o alto e descia, esfregando a peça para um lado e para o outro sobre o teu pontinho sensível.

podia brincar desse jeito contigo por horas. gostava de ver tua buceta ficando cada vez mais molhadinha, descendo o teu mel até tua outra entradinha e melando toda a calcinha. aquilo o deixava duro pra caralho, e o pau latejava na cueca só em te ver assim.

o lee adentrou tua calcinha com o pau babado sem se importar em tirá-la do teu corpo. queria sentir o pano sobre o próprio caralho também, apertando vocês dois ali. escondeu o membro dentro do tecido e esfregou a cabecinha no teu buraquinho, aproveitando para lubrificar ainda mais o resto da tua buceta. começou a estocar teus lábios, deixando a vulva toda meladinha e escorregadia. pelos movimentos descuidados, às vezes o caralho grosso escorregava para fora da calcinha, lambuzando tua barriga, e logo depois voltava a se afundar ali dentro. a pontinha do pau molhava a peça todinha, que agora tinha uma mancha formada pela porra de vocês dois.

você gemia arrastado, barulhento, ansiando por mais. tua voz manhosa se misturava com o barulhinho molhado que saia da tua calcinha, tomando conta de todo o quarto.

sem avisos, jeno tirou o pau dali e te deixou sentadinha na cama. a peça molhada incomodava tua partezinha sensível, mas aquilo só te excitava ainda mais. o lee enfiou com tudo o pau babado na tua boca, entrelaçando os dedos entre teus fios de cabelo e os puxando.

— chupa gostosinho o meu pau, princesa — enterrou seu rosto lentamente sobre a pélvis. — e eu te fodo do jeito que você gosta depois.

com o lee enterrado em sua boca, tua bucetinha pingava ainda mais. chupava o caralho grosso desajeitadamente, encharcando todo o comprimento com a tua baba. tua língua rodeava a cabecinha e tua boca ia e voltava num movimento que deixou jeno impaciente.

— caralho, garota — empurrou você para trás pelos cabelos, tirando o membro da tua boca. — nem um pau tu sabe mamar direito? tá de sacanagem.

e você estava, sim. não fazia esforço algum quando o assunto era chupar o lee. queria ter a boquinha esfolada, cheinha de pau e dolorida. estava doidinha para ser fodida por ali, e aquilo sempre funcionava. irritar jeno era a melhor das opções.

o homem puxou teus cabelos e se enterrou mais uma vez na tua boca com tudo. o caralho grande ia e voltava, tocando a tua goela e deslizando pela tua língua. metia até o fundo, te fazendo engasgar inúmeras vezes. teus pelinhos se eriçavam quando a pontinha do pau parecia tocar tua garganta, e os biquinhos sensíveis dos peitos já estavam durinhos.

fodia a tua boca sem delicadeza alguma, afundando o pau ali enquanto seus quadris se moviam de forma agressiva. no entanto, achava que assim fazia um esforço que você não merecia. então te puxou pelos cabelos e enterrou tua boca ali até a base do pau, teu nariz quase tocando a pélvis, e as bolas pesadas quase encostando no teu queixo.

os cantinhos dos teus lábios já doíam e estavam escorrendo tua própria baba. mesmo assim, o lee continuava, arrombando a cavidade e machucando o céu da tua boca. você adorava isso, e sentia a calcinha encharcar ainda mais. esfregou a bucetinha coberta nos lençóis e teus dedinhos foram rápidos ao deslizar até ali.

no entanto, jeno foi mais ágil ainda ao impedir seu movimento. empurrou tua cabeça para trás e tirou o pau dali, deixando com que teu rosto voltasse para frente e fosse lambuzado pelo caralho babado, que balançava e te melava a bochecha.

um tapa ardido acertou o teu rosto, e seu típico olhar de desprezo te atingiu mais uma vez.

— porra, isso é tudo no que tu consegue pensar? — te empurrou sobre a cama, te puxando pelos joelhos até ele. — quer ser fodida em todos os buracos, princesa? caralho, tu é uma putinha mesmo.

empurrou tua calcinha para o lado, enfiando o caralho grosso na bucetinha molhada. forçou novamente tua boca para abri-la, cuspindo em tua língua e deixando o fio de saliva que se esticava conectar suas bocas entreabertas.

— engole.

você prontamente obedeceu, e logo sentiu o pau começar a invadir tua bucetinha pulsante. os quadris do lee se moviam violentamente, e suas bolas batiam com tudo na popa da tua bunda. a cabecinha do pau ia e voltava no teu abdômen, e aquilo o deixava ainda mais duro. jeno relaxou a própria boca, deixando-a abertinha até sua saliva começar a pingar sobre o teu corpo. você deslizou dois dedos até a pele babada, esfregando-os na saliva e assim os levando até sua boca, chupando tudinho.

— porra, piranha — soltou uma risada soprada, observando seus movimentos.

logo cuspiu novamente em você, dessa vez pertinho da tua boca só para te ver tentar alcançar a saliva com a língua. depois foi a vez de cuspir no teu monte de vênus, deixando a baba escorrer até o teu pontinho e se perder entre os teus lábios.

— a única coisa que tu pensa é em pau, não é? burra pra caralho. pelo menos é gostosinha. — você ao menos deu-se ao trabalho de responder. estava bobinha demais com o caralho grosso de jeno dentro de você. — só serve pra guardar a minha porra. uma piranha do caralho.

tirou o pau da tua buceta, o que logo foi reprovado com um resmungo seu. pegou tua cintura e te virou de costas para si, erguendo teus quadris e roçando a cabecinha do caralho nas tuas duas entradinhas. você imediatamente se empinou, deixando os buraquinhos bem expostos para ele.

— fica doidinha assim só pra levar pau — forçou o caralho no teu rabinho. — porra, aposto que todo mundo já te fodeu.

empurrou a pontinha do pau para dentro do buraquinho apertado, sentindo tuas paredes pulsantes esmagarem todo o seu tamanho. tua entradinha já estava vermelhinha e babada, prendendo o caralho ali.

— vou te deixar larguinha pra quem for te comer depois, então — estocou o pau no teu canalzinho. — vai ficar com o rabinho cheinho com a minha porra. será que vão gostar do presente, princesa?

e depois de uma boa foda você apagava. só acordava no outro dia, quase pela manhã, e encontrava lee jeno na cozinha, bebendo seu café. não te dirigia sequer uma palavra, como se não lembrasse da noite que passaram juntos. de tudo o que fizeram.

e então, sob aquele maldito olhar de desprezo, você ia embora da casa. mas com a certeza de que voltaria na noite seguinte.

[kruegerspillow]

Pick one 👀

Since ive been a bit inactive, id let you guys choose your next fanfic as an apology, sorrryyy ❤‍🩹

heeheeee, I'll be waiting guys <3 have fun voting

[memobread]

anotha one

Hey guys!! I'm sorry everything is taking so long, but I'm also working on a Fight Club fanfic:

"Git over here, you crazy motherfucker!!"

Before you could say another word to Jack, he was roped into another brawl, a tornado of loud, sweaty men surrounding him and Bob. Bob, along with all the other members of Fight Club, were always fun to hang around and talk to. In fact, you willingly worked twelve hours whenever Fight Club met so you could hang out with the guys, especially Jack. Over time, you started noticing a blissful feeling wash over you whenever you would even think about Jack; how easy he was to talk to, how nice he was to you, and how fucking hot he was. His natural body looked so touchable covered in dirt and blood. His sexy smirk glistened with red whenever he asked for a drink, his pretty eyes surrounded by deep shadows widened whenever he punched someone, and his cocky attitude made all of his features so much more entrancing.

"Be careful!!" You called out to Jack as the fight started.

[gabgabwrites]

GENERAL MASTRELIST

(I’m aware it’s not rlly, I’ll divide them when I have more works)

key: ♡- smut ♤- angst ♢- fluff ♧- dark (sensitive topics)

released!

Damn The Race | Tommy Shelby ♡

Miss Me? | (ex!) Anakin Skywalker ♡

Like a Bat to a Scarecrow | Jonathan Crane ♡ ♧

Love and Aces | Art Donaldson part 1♡

Love on the Line | Art Donaldson part 2 of L.a.A ♡ ♤

Nightmares | Tyler Durden ♢

Twilight Teacher | [professor!vampire] Eddie Munson ♡ ♧

Deuce | Art Donaldson & Patrick Zweig ♡

Off the Racket | Patrick Zweig & Art Donaldson part 2 of Deuce ♡

Coach | Art Donaldson & Patrick Zweig ♡

Green Eyed Psycho | Patrick Bateman ♧ ♡

Bundle | Det. David Loki ♡

Fighting Temptation | Tyler Durden ♡

Devil Wears Pink | Eddie Munson part 1

Bitchy Is The New Black | Eddie Munson part 2 of D.W.P

Sugar & Spite | Eddie Munson part 3 of D.W.P

Lesson Learnt | (Professor!) Patrick Zweig ♡

Behind Closed Doors | (Professor!) Patrick Zweig part 2 of L.L ♡

coming soon!

[tbd] | Eddie Munson part 4 of D.W.P

[renata-has-thoughts]

W/c: 1.4k Pairing: Female Reader x Tyler Durden Includes: NSFW, Service dom Tyler, incredibly horny/needy Tyler (couldn’t help myself haha), dubcon b/c drunk Tyler, fingering (reader receiving), dirty talk, Tyler begging, dubcon b/c Tyler begs (but reader is into it), insinuations of oral sex.

A/n: Something short for today. She was yowling while I was writing this I stg. Either ‘version’ of Tyler can be imagined, as I didn’t use physical descriptors for him. Please check the tags, as this is sort of dubious in nature, but both are into it. Irl, don’t do this. Pls. Per usual, no minors (obviously). Enjoy.

You didn’t participate in Fight Club. But dating the founder and leader of it meant you had the general idea of what went down. The rules were easy. Don’t talk about it, two men to a fight, so on and so forth. Another thing you knew: Tyler had gotten into the recent habit of taking a shot for every time he fought during a night of Fight Club prior to coming home for the evening. By that logic, tonight he must’ve been really pent up.

This occurred to you the very second Tyler walked through the door of your shared home. You knew him well, but you didn’t have to have any context to his behavior to know he was more than tipsy. Anyone with eyesight could tell you that.

It must’ve been about eleven or twelve, and you were pouring yourself a glass of water in the kitchen before calling it a night. You heard the clattering of keys from the door, and a muffled curse from a familiar voice. Typical Tyler.

A beat passed, and the blundering idiot finally figured out how to work the keys and get into the house, emerging with a groggy, “Honey, I’m h-home!”

You glanced over your shoulder to see him stumble into the kitchen, and promptly catch himself on the wall.

“Uhm, hi, Tyler,” you said, trying to fight the urge to smile.

“Good…eveni…hi,” he coughed, arching his back against his slumped position on the wall, moaning without shame when he cracked it just right.

From this motion, you could see something obvious. The poor bastard had a raging hard-on.

“Did Fight Club go well?” You asked, forgoing your prior activities to turn and face him, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed.

He didn’t answer for a moment, nodded drearily, then suddenly,

“I’m so fuckin’…hnghh…horny f-for you,” he growled, grimacing as he bucked his hips against nothing.

You raised your eyebrows, giving him an incredulous look, sparing your eyes to dart obviously from his own, to his erection, and back.

“You don’t say.”

“Oh, you’re such a teasee…fuck-you look,” he swallowed harshly, walking unevenly to the scratched-up table a few feet before you which acted as a mock counter island.

“I look…?” You prompted, biting your lip in an effort to not burst out laughing.

“I-fetching,” he managed to get out.

“Fetching?” You clarified. At this point it was getting difficult to not succumb to a fit of giggles. That was a new word for him. And to use it when you’re just in a pair of cotton shorts and some t-shirt?

“I dunno, fuckable, so…hah, so hot,” he sniffed, snatching up a loose pen from the table and proceeding to dance it across his knuckles.

It was a common stim for him-drunk or not-to fiddle with a pen. He was actually rather impressive with it, too. With the way he focused so intently on it at that moment, you felt like he was an exotic bird trying to coax in a mate. A futile display to try and get you to find him more enticing.

“Do you like how my…my fingers work, hmm?” He muttered, sparing a quick look up to your steady gaze on his hands. “Do you like how quick I am with ‘em? You…you wann’em up y-your pussy? Curling and pushing in and out, up ‘n down…in and…fuck.” He dropped the pen and frowned.

You unintentionally got a bit turned on from his murmurs of fingering you, to be honest. He was so desperate for you-his only focus-even subconsciously. The attention made you avert your eyes. Despite his clear desires, he was probably worn out from fighting and shouldn’t worry about fucking you. But you couldn’t help crossing one leg over another.

He took notice of this move, and stepped closer, cornering you against the counter.

“Do you want me? Want me t-to fuck you?” His hips were dangerously close to yours.

“You’re drunk, Tyler,”

“I’m not…’n even if I was, I always wanna fuck you when ‘m so-ngh-…not drunk, too.” He wasn’t wrong in saying that. The man was always horny. He closed the distance and pushed his groin against yours.

Oh, whatever. Damn it all. You threw your head back and moaned. Who wouldn’t?

“Tyler, you-“ you fought one last time, trying to retain some dignity. Deep down, though-in fact, not really deep down at all-you wanted him so bad.

“Please, say yes, ple-pleaasee…” He choked out, dipping his head in proximity to your neck.

“Okay, yeah, but-but just hand stuff-“ you managed before he crashed his lips onto your jawline, kissing and biting with the need of a starved man. He was practically growling with lust.

“We should…go to the bedroom, Ty,”

“N-ngh-noo, lemme take you on the c-counter…” he whined, grumbled against your skin as he continued to mouth all over you.

“Mmm…fine,” you sighed, a small grin on your face as you smoothed out his hair.

With that, he hooked his arms under your knees and hoisted you up onto the counter. You instinctually propped yourself up with your elbows.

Quickly, but clumsily, he slid off your shorts, exposing how wet you already were.

“Y’want my fingers? In you?”

“I said ‘hand stuff’, didn’t I?”

His hands curved up your thighs, pulling them apart so he could have better access to you.

“This ‘s what I’ve wanted all night…” he moaned, fingering along your slit.

“Christ, Tyler..shit!…” you moaned with him, clenching your eyes closed as a result of the stimulation.

“Wan’ my fingers to rub all over your cli-?”

“Yes, Tyler, just, fucking fuck me already!”

“Ahh, that’s what I like…” he growled, pumping two fingers in, easily due to your wetness, letting his thumb rest on your clit.

You mumbled a slurry of ‘yes’s incoherently when he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, just as he had promised. His thumb inadvertently moved up and down on your clit as a wonderful consequence of his ministrations.

“Mmm, I knew you’d like this..,” Tyler groaned, quickly kissing the inside of one of your thighs as he picked up the pace.

“You’re too damn good, Ty, h-how could I not..?” You stuttered amidst broken noises.

“You think this ‘s good? Just you…heh, just you wait…” he groaned before curling up his fingers with each pump, grazing perfectly over your g-spot every time.

“Oh, Tyler, oh fuck! Yes!” You winced, fighting to keep your eyes from closing shut so you could look down at him.

For a quick beat, he made eye contact with you, and shot you a devious, drunken grin. It was both adorable and also very, very hot.

You barely noticed his erection against one of your legs as he got himself off on it, his small whimpers mixing with yours in harmony.

Somehow, impossibly, he got faster. By nature, you clenched around his fingers, especially as he added a third one with a slight chuckle at your reaction.

“Oh, fuck you, Tyler, you jackass, fuck that-feels-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence when his thumb, already rubbing on your clit, started circling it, too.

“Feels good?”

You nodded with desperate feverence.

By some fantastic talent, he didn’t let up, enjoying your moans and their ever-increasing pitch as he worked at what he was lusting over for so long.

“You gonna cum? Pleaseee tell me your gonna cum, I wanna with you-I wanna cum with you,” he droned, whining.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll cum with you, Tyler, don’t let up,”

“I wasn’t, fuck, I wasn’t planning on it,”

You both moaned loudly, and one of your hands reached over and grabbed his shoulder, digging your nails into it as you came on his fingers. He wasn’t long behind you.

Your orgasm lasted a good amount of time, with Tyler expertly keeping the pace, only slowing down as your orgasm did. You didn’t even notice how he slid his groin off of your leg until it was off.

The first thing you said was with a laugh. “Did you cum in your pants, Tyler?”

“Could you’ve expected m-me not to…?”

His arms hooked under yours and he helped you back up onto your feet, still tingling from the climax.

“Do you wanna take this ‘nto the bedroom?” Tyler asked, still a bit tipsy and trying not to stumble over his words.

“What?”

“Whaddya mean ‘what’? ‘m not done with you,”

You placed your hand in his and bit your lip from a smile, letting him lead you.

“I know you said, l-like, hand stuff ‘n whatever, but…can I use my mouth on you? Please? I’ll be good, ‘n-“

“Yes, Tyler, you can,”

“Thanks.”

You forgot all about the water you originally went in to get.

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End

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Reposts and comments are more than appreciated

[hisbuni]

𓂃 let loose ˖ ݁ tyler durden ⊹ sfw.

tyler didn’t take most things seriously, he would always grin from ear to ear when nothing was funny but he took things that came down to you a bit serious.

c. no description of reader besides you being good at pool and having ass! swearing. the narrator is referred to as “jack” because that’s what he calls himself in the movie. the plot is different from the movie. bleeding. fighting. violence. not proofread (it never is lol).

l. i rewatched the movie and probably liked over 100 edits on tiktok about this movie so i could write this. i am too underrated for this.

just like every saturday, you, tyler and the brown haired, 30-year-old who couldn’t stop bitching about this “marla” chick, sat in a booth together at your favorite bar. jack on one side while you and tyler sat on the other— you probably resting your legs on his as you listened to jack’s rants.

“almost killed herself last week, fucking drug addiction,” jack says before taking a couple sips of beer, bags under his eyes practically becoming a usual thing to see. “she called you first?” you ask, feeling tyler stretch an arm over your shoulders. “yeah. she always does,” he groans as tyler mindlessly looks down at his watch on his right arm, then looks up at the two of you.

“see?” he points at him, making the two of you look his way. “that right there is why you have that problem: she’s relying on you- draining you from the inside-out,” tyler says, gesturing up and down towards jack as he leaned over the table slightly.

“let loose,” tyler said, sitting all the way back in his sit. only the three of you knew what it meant because you promised you wouldn’t speak directly about it out in public. fight club was for people who needed that relief from the week days filled with government controlled jobs, contracts and systems. there is no need for crying and bitching when you were getting punched in the face, tyler believed. jack never understood how the two of you enjoyed watching people bleed from their mouths but tyler knew he would like it all the same, he just needed a little push.

“speaking of “letting loose” how much time do we have left?” you spoke, breaking the silence. tyler looks down at his watch again then looks over to you. “20 minutes.” 20 minutes until the basement of your favorite bar was filled with men who’s fists were itchy to crash into someone’s face. “well, i’m gonna go play pool,” you mumble out quickly before removing your legs from tyler’s, allowing him to get out of the booth so you can stand. once you’re out, he slides himself back into the empty seat.

you look over to jack and give him a provoking look he’s seen time and time again. “think about it,” you lightly smile. 10 minutes after you had left, jack had already started to ramble off again, talking about nonsense that could easily be fixed and that was in his complete control: that’s why tyler didn’t listen. “are you even listening?” jack groans. his groans made the blonde give him a short glance, just for him to look back the way he’d been looking for the past 10 minutes.

“no, and i haven’t for a while so once you’re done wallowing in self-pity…” tyler gives him another short glance but with a grin this time. “you can feast your eyes on something worth living for,” he finished, nudging his head in the direction behind his friend towards to the pool tables. now knowing tyler’s definition of “something worth living for”, he hopes he doesn’t see anything that’ll scar him for life, and fortunately, he doesn’t. it’s just you playing pool with two guys that are giving you the googly eyes of a lifetime. he’s confused so he looks over to tyler but only finds his friend grinning at you. jack looks back over to you, trying to find what was so special.

you stood in the farthest corner of the pool table from the two of them as you watched one of the them hit the white ball. once the loud noise of the balls hitting each other and two going into the holes cleared, the man stands from his leaning position and looks over at you, proudly. you only give him a grin, clearly not too impressed. you say nothing before taking a couple steps over.

the men playing only gave each other a grin (one that you didn’t catch) before looking back over at you who was leaning on the table, ribs touching the rim. tyler could see you perfectly from where he was sitting, arm up on the booth seat behind him, grin cut into his face, and eyes burning holes into the curve of your ass and that pretty face. he made sure to keep an eye an on the guys you were playing with who stood a bit too close to you for his liking but he let it slip his mind, allowing himself to focus on you.

once you lined up your stick, you took the shoot and watch as the 8 ball fell right where you wanted it. you smiled but quickly stopped when you feel a hand slide down the curve of your back to the top of your ass. you’re quick to stand from your leaning position. “what the fuck!?” tyler quickly stands from the booth and walks up from behind you. the guy removes his hand from you and take a couple steps back after spotting him, but tyler is quick to stand in front of you and throw a punch to the guys face.

you could practically hear his nose break under the impact. “what’s your fucking problem?” the guy swears, sharing a glance between tyler and his bloody fingers as he touched his bleeding nose. “we were playing pool,” he growled, finally covering his nose with his hand. “what? you think i didn’t see you getting a feel, dick face?” tyler asks, tilting his head to the side slightly with a grin. the guy says nothing making tyler grab him by his shirt and punch him a couple more time.

the guy was starting to go slightly limp in his grasp as he continued to throw punches. “take that shit downstairs, man!” irvine yells walking through the crowd that had gathered to watch—that you hadn’t seem to notice until then. tyler notices the voice and stops. before he lets him go though, he takes a good look the guy, face bloody, eye black and swollen, and cheeks bruised then turns his ear to you.

“you think that’s enough, baby?” he grins, his slightly leaning position giving you a clear view of the guys face. “perfect,” you grin, and tyler smile even harder. he then loses his grip on the guys shirt and tosses him slightly. him almost falling over as a result but before he can tyler whispers, “i got ya,” to himself before, locking hands with the guy and helps him gain his balance. with no intentions of letting his hand go, tyler gives the crowd a look before turning his attention back to the man and leaning in to whisper. “next time, i’ll make sure it’s both eyes,” he whispers, before pulling back with a grin and a wink.

tyler grabs the guy’s wallet from his pocket picks a couple buck from it, before folding the bucks in half between his fingers and waves it in his face. “payment… you know, for my worries,” he grins before passing it back to you and you take it proudly. he slips the wallet back into his pocket and gives him one last look before punching him dead in his face again, but this time he hits the floor, hard. before irvine could yell out, tyler puts his hands up with a grin. “my hands slipped. sorry.”

irvine only gives the both of you a hard glare as you and him walk around the pool table. tyler checks his watch as he walks, smile beaming. “showtime,” he whispers to himself. “you’re a pain in my ass,” irvine groans as the two of you walk pass him to get to the basement. “love you too,” tyler grins before patting him on his chest. “come on, jack.” you gestured for your friend who stood smiling like most people in the crowd.

[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.

[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

FP Jones

none yet

Jughead Jones

None yet

Archie Andrews

None yet

SCREAM:

Stu Macher:

Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface

Billy Loomis:

The confession

Stu Macher x Billy Loomis x Male!reader headcanons Poly!Ghostface

Mickey Altieri:

None yet

Randy Meeks:

None yet

Charlie Walker:

None yet

Ethan fucking Laundry Basket (Ethan Landry):

None yet

Roman Bridger:

The Soundtrack: Roman Bridger x male!reader

SLC PUNK! :

Steve 'Stevo' Levy:

The party

Her0in Bob:

None yet

SENSELESS:

Tim Laflour:

None yet

Five Nights At Freddys:

Michael Afton/Schmidt:

None yet

Steve Raglan/William Afton:

None yet

ANIMAL ROOM:

Doug Van Housen:

None yet

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

Rodrick Heffley:

None yet

SAW:

Adam Stanheight:

None yet

Daniel Matthews:

None yet

Mark Hoffman:

None yet

Lawrence Gordon

None yet

Peter Strahm:

None yet

INSIDIOUS:

Steven 'Specs' Fisher:

None yet

FIGHT CLUB:

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

Tyler Durden:

None yet

The 'Jack' Narrator:

None yet

Thank you for reading!

Ill age up all the characters when im writing smut.

Bros got that ass fr