#tyler durden smut

[spidermiguell]

Obsession — Tyler Durden (18+)

— fem!reader x Tyler Durden (wc: 2.7k!)

— synopsis: Tyler Durden is impossible to ignore—shirtless, bruised, cigarette between his lips, looking at you like he already knows what you’re thinking. You’ve always danced on the edge with him: sharp words, lingering stares, rough nights that blur into something deeper. He knows every way to unravel you, and you keep letting him pull the threads. This time, it starts with blood on his hands and your mouth on his thumb. It ends with your back against the couch and his name falling from your lips like a confession. He’s chaos. You crave him. And neither of you are willing to stop.

— warnings: blood play, violence, smoking, cigarette burns, manhandling, obsessive, not really an established relationship, slightly toxic.

—song recs while reading: haunted - beyonce + all mine - brent faiyaz

— not proof-read too well! apologies if there is some mistakes.

Tyler Durden walked into your life like a lit match tossed into gasoline—sudden, reckless, and impossible to ignore. From the first glance, he unsettled something in you, like he had rewired your instincts to orbit around him. He wasn’t a person; he was a storm with a heartbeat, and you accepted that; begging to be struck. The connection you had with Tyler wasn’t romantic, it was ruinous. Obsessive, Addictive, A high that both of you chased. You fed off of each others damage like it was oxygen, and somewhere between the highs and the ruin, you stopped recognising who you were without him. Love, if you could call what you had with him that, had teeth. And Tyler? He made sure you felt every bite.

Tyler walked into the makeshift house you both shared with blood smothered all over his features. His hair was ruffled, shirt tucked into his denim pocket while his chest remained bare; only covered in deep red and purple bruises along with blood. He had that manic shimmer in his eyes once again, the one that appeared only when he came back from the club. He looked alive in a way that made your stomach churn with excitement and ecstacy. Tyler wasn’t smiling, but an expression close to it was carved into his face—as if he was daring the world to try him again. You didn’t flinch when he flung the door shut, You didn’t even bother to ask if he was okay.

Tyler Durden never came back wanting comfort, he came back wanting release.

“You should’ve seen the other guy. Fuck..you’d be proud” He chuckled, ripping open a box of bandages stashed on the top of the fridge.

“You know I’m always proud” you smiled half-assed, eyes still focused on the glowing TV screen.

Some nights, he would pull you close on the couch and kiss your calloused knuckles like you were a goddess. Whisper gentle words into your hair that sounded like promises; even though they weren’t. Other nights, just like this, he was someone else entirely, unleashed, all jagged edges, ready to bleed or to make someone else bleed just to feel his rapid pulse.

But you couldn’t hate it, how could you? You were the only one that understood him.

understood that itch underneath his skin. That need.

You could tell Tyler still hadn’t come down from the high of his fight. It was easy to see from the way his chest heaved up and down heavily, his fingers fiddling weirdly with a packet of cigarettes; unable to take one out without his hands shaking. There was something oddly violent about Tyler smoking, as if it was a warning. He’d light it with his twichy grin, suck the poison of the tobacco like it gave him control over something in his life, and let it bleed from his mouth like a threat. You watched him every. single. time. Hungry and stupid, aching to be apart of that ritual. It wasn’t just the look of him smoking— his cutting jaw, the rough hands, the tension in his shoulders, no, it was him being one spark away from burning the world down. You wanted the pain. The punishment. You imagined the cherry tip of the cigarette kissing into your skin, the searing burn of it biting into your flesh, the hiss and crackle of nerve endings set on fire. You yearned for that feeling; yearned to see his eyes darken as he noticed the control he had over you.

He moved like he knew you were watching, or more so, he wanted you to. The cigarette hung lazily between his plush lips, smoke curling up around his jaw like it worshipped him. His eyes met yours through the grey haze, narrowed and sharp, a flicker of something dangerous lurking. Tyler didn’t say a word at first. He inhaled slowly, deliberately, like he wanted you to watch the way his adams apple bobbed up and down as he expanded his lungs to accept the burn of the smoke. He then exhaled, and the smoke rolled out. Tylers lips curled into a smirk-like expression, leaning against the counter.

“careful, you’re going to burn a hole in me with that stare” he grinned.

You didn’t look away, your eyes tracing the sharp and lean physique lined with blood. You let the silence stretch, letting the moment hang heavy before you spoke.

“What can I say? You make a fool of yourself, and I can’t look away.”

Tyler’s eyes narrowed before he flicked away the cigarette, letting it burn itself out on the wooden flooring of the messy house. He pushed himself off the counter, approaching you slowly before leaning down to meet your face on the couch.

“You like what you see huh? blood and all.”

He continued to stand so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. the tension between you two palpable. His hand brushed against your arm as he reached up, wiping a smear of blood with him thumb from his neck. His eyes still locked on yours. Without saying a word, Tyler pushed his thumb past your lips, his gaze steady and intense. You didn’t pull away, allowing your tongue to meet the blood and sweat located on his finger. The room undeniably grew heavier with unspoken desire, Durden’s breath being caught in his throat for a brief moment.

“Not afraid of the mess, are you?” Tyler said in an almost growl.

He watched you intently as you took your time, not breaking the eye contact you both shared as you swirled your tongue over his finger, allowing the taste of iron and tobacco from his cigarette abuse your tastebuds. His thumb slowly retracted from your mouth, the action almost torturously slow. The blood was now gone from his skin but didn’t fail to leave behind the deep taste that lingered. Before you knew it, Tyler leaned in to your ear, his lips brushing against the side of your face as he spoke with his deepened voice. The playful edge that was once there fading into something darker.

“Think you can handle more?” He grinned, his face still pressed closely to yours.

Of course you fucking could.

“I can handle whatever you give me, Durden.”

Tyler’s grin spread wider, the dangerous edge in his expression only making your pulse race faster. He didn’t need to say anything more—he had already decided. Without another word, he gripped your jaw, kissing you hard, the taste of smoke, blood, and something far more intoxicating mixing as his lips demanded yours.

The couch creaked beneath the weight of him as Tyler dropped down beside you, his body still radiating heat from the fight. You didn’t even have time to react before his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you into him with a force that left no room for hesitation. His lips crashed into yours—hot, desperate, full of something feral. He kissed you like he’d been starved for it. Like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. His fingers tightened in your hair as he tilted your head, deepening the kiss with a low, guttural sound that vibrated against your mouth. You could taste blood—his or yours, you couldn’t even tell anymore, and it only drove you further into him.

You climbed into his lap without thinking, knees on either side of his thighs, pressing down against the bruises and scrapes that covered him. He hissed between his teeth, not from pain, but pleasure, like he wanted to feel it all. Like he needed it.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he breathed against your lips, voice rough and breathless.

His hands were anything but gentle. One fisted in your shirt, dragging you closer until your chests collided, the blood on his skin smearing against you. The other hand traveled down your back, gripping your hip so tightly it bordered on painful.

Your hands made their way into his hair, pulling hard enough to make him growl into your mouth. He bit your bottom lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp—and took the opportunity to push his tongue back into your mouth, hungry and relentless. Every kiss was rough, each one more demanding than the last, like he was trying to claim you with his mouth alone.

Your bodies continued to rut against each other, messy and desperate, no rhythm—just need. His hands were all over you, like he didn’t know what to grab first. He palmed your thighs, your waist, your ass—like he wanted to leave his mark everywhere. You broke the kiss for just a breath, your lips swollen, chest heaving. Tyler stared at you like you were the last thing he’d ever see. His thumb brushed roughly against your lip again, more possessive than teasing this time.

“You like it like this, don’t you?” he growled. “You want it rough. You want me like this.”

You nodded, breathless, already pulling him back in, and he didn’t hesitate. His mouth found your neck, biting hard enough to bruise, then soothing it with his tongue. You moaned, your hips grinding harder against him, both of you lost in the mess of it blood, sweat, teeth, tongues. It was chaotic, primal, obsessive.

And neither of you wanted it to stop.

Tyler didn’t stop kissing you—he devoured you. Every part of you his mouth touched felt claimed, marked. His grip on your hips tightened as he shifted under you, one quick motion flipping the two of you so suddenly that the couch groaned beneath the impact, your back hitting the cushions with a gasp. He hovered over you, hair wild, chest heaving, blood and sweat dripping from his skin onto yours.

“You always get like this after a fight?” you asked, voice breathless and cocky, even though your pulse was thrashing in your throat.

His smile was dangerous.

“No,” he said, dragging his knuckles down your jaw, then gripping it. “Only with you.”

Then he leaned down and bit your collarbone—hard. You gasped again, arching under him, the sharp edge of his teeth followed by the rough drag of his tongue that sent a shiver all the way through you. His hands were all over you now, pushing your shirt up, nails scratching down your sides, leaving trails of red where he touched.

He didn’t undress you gently. He tugged, yanked, pulled fabric out of his way like it offended him, growling when it caught. There was no softness—only the sound of threads straining, of breath caught in your throat, of his mouth on your skin like he wanted to consume you whole.

“You make me feel insane,” he muttered against your ribs, kissing down your torso, every word hot against your skin. “Like I’ll fucking rip the world apart if I can’t have you right here, right now.”

His voice was low, ragged, almost like a warning.

And you wanted it. You welcomed the madness.

With a swift motion, He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, his other sliding between you, teasing—taunting. You writhed beneath him, arching, desperate, and he just smirked.

“This is what you do to me,” he said, voice unhinged, pupils blown wide. “Look at you. You're just as fucked as I am.”

And he was right.

Because in that moment, with the taste of blood on your tongue and his hands all over you, you didn’t want love. You wanted destruction. And you wanted it with him.

With no time to spare, Tyler shifted his weight, forced your hips into the cushions, and ground himself against you hard. Denim met heat, friction sparking between your bodies like it had a life of its own. You gasped, your back arching off the couch as the pressure sent shockwaves through you. It was messy, relentless, filthy. Nothing delicate. Just the rhythm of his hips punishing yours, again and again, desperate and wild. You bucked up to meet him, testing the strength of his hold on your wrists—he liked that. You felt the grin in his breath before he shoved down harder, forcing your thighs wider with a rough press of his knee. The tension built fast, sharp and electric, every movement raw and frenzied. He was rutting into you like he needed it to survive, like getting closer to you—grinding harder—might be the only thing keeping him alive.

“Fuck,” he muttered through his teeth, panting now, his pace growing erratic.

You moaned beneath him, eyes fluttering shut, but he wasn’t having that. He released one wrist just to slap your jaw lightly—enough to snap your eyes back open.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered. “Don’t fucking hide.”

Your eyes met his. Dilated, wild, full of something darker than lust. Obsession. Possession. Hunger that went deeper than skin. He dipped his head and pressed his forehead to yours, hips still grinding like he couldn’t stop, couldn’t breathe without it. He continued to grab your thigh and yank it over his hip, angling you just right—and when he drove his hips down again, your entire body jolted.

You cried out, fingers digging into the cushion, legs trembling from the sheer intensity of it.

“There she is,” Tyler rasped, a grin breaking across his face like something wicked. “You need this. You fucking love it.”

Your only answer was the way your hips rolled up to meet him, how your body moved without permission, chasing every punishing grind, every filthy drag of his hips against yours. He let go of your other wrist, both hands now gripping your waist, dragging you along with him in a rhythm that was pure chaos. There was nothing soft between you. Only bruises forming, fabric burning, bones aching, and the brutal need to ruin each other. You could feel him; every muscle in his body coiled and shaking under the strain. He was close to snapping. You both were.

And when it happened, when that last push shattered the tension—it wasn’t graceful.

It was violent.

Shaking.

Wordless.

And absolutely fucking perfect.

The couch was wrecked. You were wrecked. The room smelt of sweat, blood, and heat, reminiscent of the fight club itself.

Tyler stayed above you for a moment, his breathing ragged, jaw clenched tight, his eyes locked on yours like he was still in it. Still not done. His hands flexed on your waist, and for a second, it felt like he might start again, another round, another ruin.

But he didn’t.

Tyler pulled back slowly, dragging his body off of yours like it pained him to do it. His jeans were still halfway undone, blood drying in streaks across his chest and abdomen, the sharp lines of his body rising and falling with each breath. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. The silence was loud enough.

You pushed yourself upright, dazed, trembling, sweat cooling on your skin in the aftermath. Your body ached. Your clothes were twisted, barely hanging on, and your skin was littered with red marks, smudges of blood. Some his, some yours.

He stood in front of you now, just looking. That same dark hunger still flickering behind his eyes. Like he still wanted more. Like he’d never really be done with you.

"You look good like that," he said finally, voice low and rough. “Ruin suits you.”

You stared up at him, unable to stop the slow curve of a smile from breaking onto your face, even if your legs were shot, even if your entire body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong.

Tyler leaned down, grabbed a cigarette off the table, and lit it with a flick of his bloody thumb. He took a drag, slow and deep, then exhaled without taking his eyes off you.

“Don’t clean up,” he said, the smoke curling from his lips. “I like seeing what I did to you.”

Then he turned and walked off, shirtless, bruised, bloodied—smoke trailing behind him like a ghost. And even in the silence he left behind, the chaos still clung to you like a second skin.

And you loved it.

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[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.

[boypied]

THE IDEAL MAN.

pairings: tyler durden x male reader

summary: tyler saves you from a purposeful overdose and takes you back to his place. To stop yourself from falling asleep, he needs to keep you up... all night.

requested by: me

warnings: anal sex, unprotected sex, rough & aggressive, spit, choking, gay slurs, mentions of drugs.

Tyler was one of two things to any man that he'd come across. One of those two things would be the men who wanted to be Tyler and the men who wanted Tyler to fuck them. You were lucky enough to be someone that Tyler wanted to fuck, which was a very rare case 'cause Tyler strictly only ever fucked women so there must've been something very special about you, something he saw in you that really made him crave more. You told Tyler that you had accidentally taken one too many pills, and Tyler had to come and rescue you. Once he barged through your broken down and rotted door, he found you sat on the floor.

"You got here fast," I mumble out playfully as I pull myself up on the bed, "you see, I took one more than I should've, and now I can't go to sleep cause...I'll slip away." You state in an oddly sexual tone as you seductively crawl over to him, "I need to be kept up... all night." As Tyler hears, you say that a large excited smirk starts to grow upon his face. You notice how his toothpick wiggles in his mouth as he grips onto your wrist, and he pulls you out of the shitty run-down apartment and across down the street into his place. He drags you into his bedroom, something about you was so enticing to him.

You made sure to douche and everything needed before he even came over. You even have a dildo lodge up in there, stimulating you in every single way while a man wasn't around to do it for you. Tyler throws you down on the bed roughly as he practically tears your clothes off, revealing your naked body to him. The body he's admired from afar, while you strut across the street, he couldn't help but stare and admire. He even jerked off to pictures of you.

It doesn't take long for Tyler to join you in being naked, tearing his clothes off, revealing his perfect body. He had what every man wishes they could have, perfect abs, a naturally large cock that perfectly hits every single spot while inside of a man's asshole as he slowly pounds away. Tyler climbs on top of you, gently sliding in. Your eyes roll back, feeling his cock perfectly fill your asshole as the tight muscle ring opens up for him.

Tyler flips you over so you can face him as he begins to fuck into you harder and rougher, "open wide" Tyler grunts out and you immediately obliged without a moment of thought, Tyler let's a string of spit drop out of his mouth and down into yours and you lap up the taste of him until he wraps both hands around your neck tighten, choking you aggressively but you love every moment of it, loving how dominant he is.

Him fucking you goes on for hours, with each thrust of his cock your asshole becomes sloppier and sloppier. Opening up for him more and more until he completely owns your asshole, Tyler fucks into you a couple more times until he shoots his thick creamy load deep inside your asshole, making sure to get you nice and full. Your eyes flutter back as you feel his fill you up, you bite your lip as you pump away at your cock until you feel it burst out with cum, coating your stomach all over.

"TYLER!" You grunt out in pleasure as you feel him pull out of your asshole, scooping up some cum that dripped out plugging it up with his fingers. He leans up and gently places a kiss on your neck slowly leaning down to lick a strip of cum from your stomach. He lays down next to you, keeping his fingers plugged up inside of you, "perfect boy," You mumble out to him, which causes him to smirk as being praised is his perfect way to end sex.

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[blondedmuse]

WICKED GAME

tyler durden x reader

synopsis. ꩜ you can’t sleep and tyler doesn’t want to.

author's note. ∿ for my tyler durden girlies. smoking and smut (oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, praise, and marking).

word count. ⨾ 2.2k

You didn’t know what time it was and you didn’t care. You assumed it was somewhere between midnight and three in the morning but it didn’t really matter when you had no intentions of falling asleep anytime soon. Your mind was restless and time was of little essence.

So, instead of lying in the bed that you only found uncomfortable when you were alone, you grabbed a cigarette from an open pack on the nightstand and sauntered to the stereo downstairs. You picked a personal cd from your collection, one you had made yourself, inserting it into the stereo and cranking the volume just loud enough so that you wouldn't go deaf. Santo and Johnny's Sleepwalk echoed throughout the house, a much more mellow sound than your usual taste in music.

You shuffled through the kitchen drawers, putting the cigarette between your lips as you searched for a lighter. Lo and behold you found nothing, but nothing was better than the weird shit Tyler kept around. It was one of the reasons you'd always hesitate in opening the fridge, worried you'd find some body part in a bag or just anything you weren't supposed to see.

You settled on the stove, turning the dial and allowing the flames to rise while you stuck the smoke in the blaze. Once it was lit, it found its way back to your lips once again and you turned the stove off, propping yourself up on the kitchen counter with your knees folded close to your chest.

Sleepwalk faded out and Chris Issak's Wicked Game began playing while you heard the noise of the front door opening. You didn't have to guess that it was Tyler as he had a tendency to come home at such a late—or early hour, your time together nightly and fleeting by the moment. He only got through the door, shrugging off his jacket before he was met with the sound of music blaring through the stereo. He headed to the kitchen, the source of the noise and he was quick to catch your frame on the counter.

“What’s with the noise, baby?" He asked, turning the volume down just a bit. "Thought you’d be asleep by now,”

"And I thought you'd be home earlier," You said, taking a drag of the cigarette and he made his way over to you, pulling your legs down from the counter and standing between them with his arms on either side of you.

"I know and I'm sorry I just-"

"Save it, Durden," You cut him off, the grey fumes leaving your lips as you spoke. "Just kiss me."

It's not that you didn't care what he had to say, you just wanted to save him the trouble of pulling some explanation out of his ass that you didn't need to hear. You didn't know much of what he did, only that he had some fight club and that he couldn't talk about it. While he's barely given you bits and pieces about what he does during the day, he's always made it clear that he'll never love you any less.

It was weird the way he loved you. He was intense like an inferno, yet he could be so elusive and capricious that it felt like he was another person. Needless to say, it was his nature to be unpredictable. So unpredictable in fact, that he made sure that you knew the two of you were anything but permanent and he ended up completely head over heels for you—so much so that he needed you like water. In his mind, the world was going to end, but he wanted to be by your side when it happened.

You were better than heroin and he found himself hooked on you.

So, you let yourself feel your lips against his in an agonizingly slow and sloppy kiss, but one that you've been yearning for since he left in the morning. When he pulls away there's a string of saliva connecting the two of you and you can't help but admire the lopsided grin on his face. The taste of tobacco and fresh cinnamon gum lingered on your tastebuds and you knew you had to get more.

"If it makes you feel any better, you look really good right now," He said eyeing you up and down. It was a little too warm inside for your liking thanks to shitty air conditioning, and so you were only donning a pair of panties and a black tank top—one that didn't do a good job of hiding your nipples.

You smirked, taking another drag of the cigarette, letting it hang from the corner of your mouth, "You don't."

He quirked his head in agreement, "Rough night."

Your finger traced the newly forming bruises on his face that you had learned to easily dismiss. They were something you'd accepted, a new one in place of another each night he came home. Still, the sight made your heart sink as if he was destructing right in front of you like a dying star—but if anything, right now he was fierier than ever.

There was something so fascinating to him in the way you admired his scars that he couldn't help but kiss you again, wrenching the cigarette from your lips, replacing it with lips of his own. The kiss was anything but chaste, inhaling the smoke from your mouth into his like he stopped breathing and you'd just brought him back to life.

He pulled away to exhale the gray odor and there it was again, that intoxicating, dopey grin—except this time you could see the suggestiveness of it, an almost erotic glint in his eye to match.

You only dwelled on it for a moment before you leaned in again, your lips melding to his. Your tongue swiped the cinnamon gum from his mouth before his mouth moved to your neck.

"Greedy girl," He mumbled making his mark on your skin. You only moaned softly when you felt his teeth graze just the right spot. You sighed when you no longer felt the warmth of his mouth on your neck, but his hands slithering down your sides, toying with the hem of your underwear with his face in view once again, panting faintly in front of you.

“I think we should go upstairs,” He murmured.

“I’m not tired.”

“Neither am I.” He smirked, "Why don't we tire you out, baby?"

You simply smiled, nodding at his proposal, wrapping your legs around his waist as he picked you up and carried you upstairs while quietly humming the lyrics into your skin as he held you.

"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you, Strange what desire will make foolish people do"

Tyler wasn't known as the most gentle guy, quite the opposite really, but when he has you in bed, his main priority was taking care of you. While there were times he'd absolutely love to ruin you, this was not one of those times. He loved when he could revel in being close to you, some poetic shit he'd say along with his outlandish philosophy about the world ending.

He placed you on the bed you'd only left moments earlier, hovering over you as you laid against the sheets before tearing off your tank top.

"Tell me what you want pretty girl," He rasped, now admiring your bare chest.

"I want enough orgasms to pass out."

"That I can do," He replied, sinking lower down your body so that his face was met with your clothed cunt.

"Want me to take these off for you, baby?" He asked, looking up at you.

"Please," You breathed and your underwear was across the room in a heartbeat. His mouth was practically watering at the sight of your wet cunt and he wasted no time in getting a taste.

He dropped his head and his tongue darted to your clit, flicking the sensitive bud a few times before wrapping his lips around it. One hand massaged your outer thigh while the other slithered its way between your legs, parting your lips just enough so he could push his tongue in your hole, savoring the flavor on his taste buds.

"Just- just like that," You breathed, trying your best to string a coherent sentence together. You reached your hand down to grab at his hair that went every which way while his lips wrapped around your clit once again, his teeth slightly grazing the bud. Your legs clenched together and he almost felt suffocated at the momentary sensation of being entirely enclosed in you—but in his head, it wouldn't be the worst way to go.

"You can be louder, baby, can't you?" He asked, his words muffled but you could still catch the smugness that dressed his voice.

"Because I think you can," He murmured against you, slipping two fingers into you, effortlessly eliciting a loud, lewd, moan.

"Fuck- fuck, Ty," you cried, your fingers digging deeper into his scalp and he groaned.

His actions were thoughtless, yet they had you bemused each time. He knew your body like the back of his hand, where to touch to have you absolutely reeling. Your moans only grew louder the longer he spent between your legs, your hips mindlessly bucking up to meet his mouth.

Your movements got messier, sloppier as your climax approached rapidly, the knot in your stomach finally coming undone as a wave of ecstasy coasted through you and Tyler's fingers kept going, working you through your first orgasm.

"You're so pretty when you cum, baby," He cooed, finally removing his fingers from your cunt and crawling up your body, his lips clinging to yours and swallowing any soft moans you had left. To be truthful the pleasure he'd given you already was enough for you to pass out on its own, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want more.

His mouth left yours, his frame moving to kneel above yours so he could take off his shirt, his torso barren and on full display. Your hands darted toward the waistband of his jeans, pulling him towards you so that his figure was looming above you once again.

Instead of undoing his jeans you paused, flipping the two of you so that you were on top of him, straddling his waist.

"You look so good beneath me," You said, a cheeky smile spreading wide across your face as you undid his pants, taking off any clothing between you and his skin. He was rock hard, hot and heavy in your hands, precum already dripping from his tip. You were just as wet and desperate as he reached down to intertwine his fingers with yours, his other hand lining himself up with your entrance, sheathing himself inside you without another moment of hesitation.

Your nails scratched at his chest while your mouth drifted to his neck, sucking a deep purple mark into the skin underneath his jaw. You're in adoration of the color that sprouted up and how it will darken then lighten again so you can do it all over again.

"And you look even better covered in my bruises," You told him truthfully and you could see that smug grin tugging at his lips as it has many times before, until it was halted by a soft moan.

The pace of your hips was slow, gently rolling into his, your clit brushing up into his pelvic bone at just the right angle. You tune into how his moans falter when you moved just right in the thick and now humid air of the bedroom, and the sensation goes straight to your core. They're like a favorite song of yours, one you'd play on repeat over and over again until it's stuck in your head like an earworm.

"God, Tyler, feels so good-"

"I know, baby, I know. But don't come yet."

You furrowed your brows and before you could ask why he was already out from under you and taking you from behind.

"Tyler" You groaned, trying to process the loss of him inside you as you regained it again almost simultaneously. He held you up and closer to him, relishing the feeling of your warmth as you buried your head in a pillow.

"Fucking hell," He rasped, his voice breaking and his neck craned so that it could rest in the nape of yours. The sound of skin on skin was so loud, almost overpowering the sound of his voice—but it didn't, and you were more than happy you could hear it.

"Harder, Ty, Please," You pleaded through broken moans.

You clenched around him in a manner so desperate, cunt fluttering around his cock, you didn't have time to tell him you were cumming, screaming into the pillow. Like greased lightning you finally found yourself falling over the edge, your orgasm snapping like whiplash. His name fell from your lips again and again like gospel and the feeling's enough to make pass out, a ring lingering in your ears as you collapsed under him. He followed mere seconds later, soaked with you, furthuring his head into the crook of your neck with a strident cry as he bottomed out. His hips were firm against yours before he fell atop of you, panting weakly with his voice hoarse in your ear.

"You tired now, pretty girl?"

When he barely got a hum in response he rolled off of you, pulling your bare body towards his as you fell deeper into sleep.

This was a nightly routine, your favorite game—a wicked one, but one you could never lose.

for my loves @saintsinnereject and @secretlocket <3

[lustagel]

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.

[grimeshound]

HELLOOO!!!!!

welcome to my blog >_<

MASTERLIST !

WHO I WRITE FOR . . . (favs in red)

rick grimes, negan smith, daryl dixon, shane walsh, seong gi-hun, cho sang-woo, hwang in-ho, tyler durden, the narrator, berlin (joint economic area), hannibal lecter, will graham, joe goldberg & possibly more. . .

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regan/negick, sangihun, hannigram, soapshipping

[thepoetballerina]

I'M CALLING TO ALL FANFIC WRITERS ON THIS APP!!!!

PLS I NEED MORE CLIFF BOOTH X READER SMUT FICS (HE'S MY ROMAN EMPIRE).

Pls if you're a writer and you love do fanfics pls DO CLIFF BOOTH FANFICS AND TAG ME ON IT.

this man is SO GOOD.

PD: Also, if you do Tyler durden smut fics I would be SO HAPPY.

Anyways, have a nice day/night! :D

[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. mais forte. mais fundo.

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.

teus 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 um 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 eram casos diferentes, claramente.

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.

foi 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 o 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 o pano 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, avermelhada, descendo o teu mel até tua outra entradinha e melando toda a calcinha.

aquilo o deixava duro pra caralho.

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 gostoso 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 na 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 você 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. — nem se deu ao trabalho de responder. estava bobinha demais pensando no caralho grosso do lee 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.

[spidermiguell]

Masterlist ! — #

+=~ welcome to my blog ! {21 — she / her}

basic info : majority of stories I write are 18+ ! — they include nsfw content, and can include other disturbing subjects, so please dni if underage. I often do not proof-read my works as I write during random spurts of motivation.

some of the people i write for ! : austin butler (feyd rautha, benny cross, charles watson, major gale, will ohmsford)

aaron-taylor johnson (count vronsky, tangerine, kraven, friedrich, tom ryder, quicksilver)

brad pitt (tyler durden, cliff booth, david mills, gerry lane, john smith, ladybug)

timothee chalamét (paul atreides, elio, laurie, lee)

tommy miller, joel miller — the last of us

miguel o’hara — across the spider-verse

pedro pascal (joel miller, marcus acacius, francisco morales, javier pena,)

finnick odair <3

+ some miscellaneous actors including callum turner, mike faist, josh o’conner, joseph quinn, jake gyllenhaal, oscar isaac, ryan gosling and tom hardy.

and the list will eventually grow.

Current Works —+

touch of a lover — marcus acacius (18+)

obsession — tyler durden (18+)

what you do to me — tangerine (18+)

for pain is what I yearn for — feyd rautha (18+)

the capitol’s favourite pair — finnick odair (18+)

tainted red — finnick odair (18+)

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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.

[livingdeadmlm]

Master list Requests:Open!

Fluff🤍

Nsfw🩶

Smut 🖤

headcannon format 🕸️

Oneshot format🌾

Kinktober 2023🪨

Kinktober 2024🪻

Characters with no links have no fics as of 12/15/2024

Also this is in no way every fic I have written as I went crazy when I made this blog so most Jojo fics are lost to time (and not good)

Red Dead Redemption

Arthur Morgan

Low Honor Morgan Priest Reader 🩶🖤🪻🌾

Werewolf Morgan HCs 🕸️

John Marston

Javier Escuella

Voyeurism🩶🖤🪻🌾

Charles Smith

Dutch Van der Linde

Kieran Duffy

Sean MacGuire

Obey me!

Lucifer

Mammon

Pet Play🩶🖤🪻🌾

Tail Play🩶🖤🪨🌾

Leviathan

Diavolo

Breast Worshipping 🩶🖤🪻🌾

Solomon

Barbatos

Simeon

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

House MD

Gregory House

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Eric Forman

Mouthwashing

Captain Curly

Daisuke

Age Gap🩶🪻🌾

Metalocalypse

Nathan explosion

Table Sex🩶🖤🪻🌾

Pickles the drummer

Toki Wartooth

Charles offdensen

Blood Play🩶🪻🌾

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Yandere Skwisgaar 🖤🌾

Dethklok

Nudes with Dethklok🩶🖤🪻🕸️🌾

Doing their Makeup before a Show🤍🕸️

After a Long Tour🤍🕸️

Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Saul Goodman

General Dating HCs🤍🩶🕸️

Fake Dating to Lovers🤍🩶🌾

Lingerie 🩶🖤🪻🌾

Cuddle HC's 🤍🌾

Jessie Pinkman

Nacho Varga

Lalo Salamanca

Mortal Kombat

Kung Lao

Dating HCs 🤍🩶🕸️

Face Sitting🩶🖤🌾🕸️

Johnny cage

Face Sitting🩶🖤🪻🌾

Kenshi Takahashi

Reptile/Syzoth

Radian

Liu Kang

Hellsing

Alucard

American Psycho

Patrick Bateman

Creampie 🩶🖤🪨🌾

Complimenting his beauty

Working with Patrick

Big Businessman Reader

Fight club

Jack/ The narrator

Tyler Durden

Dating HCs 🕸️🩶

Scott pilgrim vs the world/takes off

Scott Pilgrim

Wallace Wells

Lucas Lee

Todd Ingran

Nu Carnival

Eiden

Aster

Morvay

Yakumo

Edmond

Quincy

Kuya

Garu

Blade

Dante

Rei

Other

Oral Fixation Bruce Banner 🩶🪻🌾

Vampire Midas Fortnite🩶🪻🌾

Hol Horse 🌾

Mike Schmidt with an Insomniac Reader🌾

Monster Fucking with Postal Dude🩶🖤🪨🌾

Ryo Asuka with Affectionate Devilman 🤍🕸️

Clingy Reader with Gyro Zeppeli 🌾

Hugging Miles Edgeworth🕸️🤍🌾

Akira Fudo with a himbo bf

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MICKEYYYYY SEVERAL OF YOUR WIPS LOOK DELICIOUS — but i am jack's tainted mind has me looking 👀👀 tyler durden!sukuna, im obsessed already

HAI HEAAAAAAA:333333333333 THIS ONE IS SOOO FUCKING STUPID BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH LMAO during halloween i had the idea of dressing sukuna up as tyler durden bc hello that would be very hot aaaand then that escalated into this.............. it will be male!reader so i can fully lean into what's going on in the film itself lmao the reader is an office worker with severe sleeping problems and one day this guy just cough Shows up at his work and the reader is immediately very intrigued by him.......................

it will have smut at the end bc why the fuck not aaaand it will take a turn that won't be surprising if you've actually seen the filmhgasgdhshagdhgas for a very on the nose, blatant way of foreshadowing i start off the piece with the "with insomnia, nothing's real." quote from the movie and i think that says it all lmao

COME AND ASK ME ABOUT MY WIPS:333333

[cliffbar-booth]

could you write like virgin ken x virgin Barbie reader smut where they’re dating and in love but decide to be human and come to the real world and discover sex together 🫣 begging

here's a little drabble! sorry for disappearing, my laptop wasn't working fairly well until now, and i wasn't writing on my phone.

Journey To the Real World

warnings: virgin!ken x virgin!barbie!reader, smut, a BIT of blood that's kinda it

422 words

The first day I met him, I flipped. Honestly, one look at him and I became a lunatic. It's his eyes. Something in his eyes. They're blue, and framed in the blackness of his lashes, they're dazzling. Absolutely breathtaking. His skin is so tan, it looks almost fake. But his hair…it's light, too, like snow. And his eyebrows, are they just thickly arched, or do they have some kind of artifice? And, damn if he doesn't have a jawline that could kill you with how sharp it is. Damn if he hasn't got those lips, too.

That's why when we became human together, i had no clue on how to survive with him. One day, he just finished a movie. Fight Club. Typical masculine testosterone filled movie.

"Hey, Y/N? I saw something in a movie that i wanted to ask you about"

Oh? Did he want to start a fight club? I giggled.

"What's up?"

"What's sex?"

HOLY SHIT. Oh? How would I answer?? I didn't even know myself! All i knew was that it was how people created kids!

Next thing I knew, I was pressed against the wall. Ken was looking at me with lust.

"can we try ittt?" he spoke with puppy eyes, a contrast from how he just looked. i nodded right before i was picked up and thrown onto the bed.

"from what i learned, a guy like- does something to a girl and they're really loud and creaky.. so.."

Ken pulled down his pants, showing his thick cock, still soft. He was confused. How would he do what Tyler did? He then proceeded to take my clothes off, seeing my breasts as his dick rose. There we go. He lifted me up by the legs, seeing a small hole where my pussy was.

That's probably it.

He slowly slipped his cock in, letting out a loud groan, throbbing from inside me. I almost came right then and there. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. As he began to move, he tried to be more like Tyler Durden, moving fast and hard to achieve that "creaky noise". The more and more that his hips came in contact with my ass, my legs on his shoulders, the closer we grew. Every time his cock slipped out, it was tinted red from the blood of my virgin pussy.

Before long, i came, screaming as I clawed at his back. He groaned in my ear, cumming inside me. (He had no clue what pregnancy was, so he didn't pull out.) he pant like a dog, laying next to me.

"jesus, that was.. no wonder marla was so loud"

[mattey-stu]

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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

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Archie Andrews

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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:

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Randy Meeks:

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Charlie Walker:

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Ethan fucking Laundry Basket (Ethan Landry):

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Roman Bridger:

The Soundtrack: Roman Bridger x male!reader

SLC PUNK! :

Steve 'Stevo' Levy:

The party

Her0in Bob:

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SENSELESS:

Tim Laflour:

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Five Nights At Freddys:

Michael Afton/Schmidt:

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Steve Raglan/William Afton:

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Doug Van Housen:

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SAW:

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Daniel Matthews:

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Mark Hoffman:

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Lawrence Gordon

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Peter Strahm:

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INSIDIOUS:

Steven 'Specs' Fisher:

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FIGHT CLUB:

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Tyler Durden:

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The 'Jack' Narrator:

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Thank you for reading!

Ill age up all the characters when im writing smut.

Bros got that ass fr