#tyler durden smut

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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.

[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.

[lustagel]

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.

[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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[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.

[renata-has-thoughts]

Can you please write a Narrator smut (fight club)

Me personally I think he whimpers and he will beg for you to sleep with him or he’s shy but when you do it he’s like and animal 🤭.

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W/c: ~1.2kPairing: Switch!Tyler (Narrator) x Switch!gn!reader

Includes: NSFW, oral sex (reader giving), caught masturbating, switchy vibes from both parties, Tyler begging, Tyler being SUPER vocal and rough, reader being a tease, reader is described as having hair long enough to be pulled.

A/N: Ive been eyeing this request during my hiatus, and love the idea. So here it is executed. I’m taking nsfw drabble requests about The Narrator rn, just leave reader’s sex and what you are looking for. Ty.

The house was silent when you entered, so much so that the kicking of snow from your boots in the entryway seemingly echoed. Tyler was probably just asleep, still. It was early, after all, and you just headed out to get a coffee. No more than a thirty minute absence.

Assuming he was asleep, you forewent announcing yourself as having returned to set your coffee down and go to the bedroom to check on Tyler. Not to wake him up or anything, he just always looked so pretty when he slept. He got embarrassed every time you pointed that out. But you couldn’t help your urges.

You made your way to the bedroom, and quietly opened the door, leaning on the frame to look over at the bed towards him.

At first, it occurred to you that he was awake. Next, he was wearing one of your shirts. And lastly, he was jacking off. Or was, seeing as he froze the instant you two made eye contact.

“This is a nice view.” You managed, taken aback by him wearing your clothes. You felt your body temperature rise. God, that was both flattering and very, very hot.

“I-I’m sorry.” Tyler managed to babble out, removing his hand from around his cock to instead conceal it shamefully in a swift, frenzied movement. His eyes were wide and mannerisms jolty. You could practically taste his adrenaline hung in the air.

“That’s my shirt.” You observed, stating the obvious fact to both of you. You felt the need to put that out there anyway. Hear him explain himself.

“It’s…comfortable.” He stammered as an excuse, eyebrows furrowing in worry. It was admittedly incredibly adorable.

“More than, it seems.” You teased, breathing in an air of confidence as you felt yourself throb at the circumstance. You let a moment pass as you schemed to make the most out of this. To plan your attack strategy, per say.

You stood up from the doorframe and turned to leave. Not with the intention to, but of course, Tyler didn’t know that.

“Wait,” he exclaimed.

Exactly as you planned. You couldn’t help but grin.

“Hm?” You looked back at him.

“I know I-y’know, this was wrong, but, maybe-uh, could you…” he gulped, breathing a heavy breath before finishing meekly, “help me out?”

Your smile broadened. Success. To think all you had to do was merely insinuate leaving.

“Help you out? How so?” You questioned him back.

“I-I mean, I was just starting pretty much, when-when you, y’know, um, found me, but still…”

“Elaborate on that.”

“Please, help me…with…uhm-“

“Hm?” You teased yet again, taunting him further.

Finally, in a quiet voice, “can you fuck me, please?”

“Well, I dunno…” you hummed exaggeratingly, rolling your eyes and averting his gaze.

“Please! It’s not the same without you, please,” Tyler whined.

“Maybe…”

“Please! I’m begging you, please, please fuck me.”

“Alright.” You shrugged, but couldn’t help a chuckle at your cat-and-mouse ruse. “How do you want me?”

“Can I use your mouth?” He asked. “Please?”

“You say please in such a sexy way, Tyler. It really gets me going.” You sighed, walking over to the bed and taking off your shirt.

“Is that a yes?” He said, eyes widening.

“That’s a yes. Now get in front of me, you needy bastard.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, scrambling off the bed and standing before you as you dropped to your knees, giving him a sly smile when you looked up at him.

“You look nice in my shirt.” You complimented, placing a hand on his hip. “You should wear it more often, actually.”

“O-Okay.” He managed, caressing the back of your head with his hand, reaching for his cock with his other. You laughed at his blushing face. “Uhm, how much can you handle right now? Like, slow, or-?”

“If I’m being completely transparent with you, hon, seeing you in my clothes is driving me wild. Go crazy on me. I can take it.”

“Fuck,” he muttered at your words, cock stiffening impossibly more. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.”

“Then don’t. In fact, I encourage you not to.”

He didn’t let a second pass between you saying that and him shoving his cock into your mouth with the carnal desire of an animal in heat, thrusting deeper and deeper until you gagged. He whimpered with unabashed volume, and you moaned around his cock seeing him so riled up already.

He pulled out, then slid right back in before you could register his absence. His pauses to rest in your mouth got shorter and shorter as his pace quickened already, like he was a man starved for your mouth.

“Yes, yes, thank you, yes-“ Tyler whined. His face contorted from soft to a grimace to melting into a whine yet again, his eyes meeting yours. His pupils were blown wide, his focus entirely on you.

The hand on the back of your head began pushing you forward to meet his hips, eliciting a stifled growl from Tyler.

Then another whine. Then a growl. A moan. Several whimpers. Tyler was vocalizing every hit to the back of your throat, slide across your tongue, and push through your lips.

“You’re all mine-oh my fucking god, you are all f-fucking mine!” Tyler groaned through his teeth, still using your mouth with reckless abandon. At this point, your mouth felt numb from his abuses, and you were loving it.

“Y-You’re all mine, and I get t-to fuck your pretty face, a-and wear your clothes and love you a-and get caught thinking about you, a-an-“

You pulled off quickly with your hands stifling his hips, asking, “tell me what you were thinking about when I walked in on you.” before dropping your hands again so he could continue.

Your eyes might have been watering. Maybe some drool was smeared across your face. You couldn’t care less. The world could end right now and you’d still only be focused on hungrily drinking in the sight of Tyler more than desperate.

“Goddamn-I-I was thinking about that time y-you-oh, fuck-you fucked me in this shirt in the b-back…of my car and had me screaming-Christ-I-“ He licked his lips and found further purchase in your hair, both hands tangled and pulling you closer now. “You put me in my p-place-I couldn’t fucking-oh, god, I couldn’t fucking think.”

His breath became ever more unsteady, and he fought and lost to keep some semblance of tempo, eventually falling into staggered, deep thrusts.

“I wanna cum in y-your mouth, that mouth th-that’s all mine, please, I-fuck!”

You nodded, and with a cry, he came in your mouth with several haggard pumps. As he faded into the pleasure, so did his voice into soft, gentle whimpers. His eyes fell shut as he rode out the last of it and caught his breath. You stayed on him for a few seconds after, watching his eyelashes flutter and chest heave. His hands gently left the back of your head, and you used the opportunity to pull off.

“That was-thank you-wow-“ Tyler mumbled, still trudging through the afterglow of his orgasm, which you had swallowed.

“You’re welcome, Ty. Just do me a favor, ‘kay?”

“What?”

“Wear my clothes more often, please.”

[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.

[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.

[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

[witzland]

So I saw that post and thought: Okay, I don't really like any of the actors, but I need one of their characters to fuck each other in some fanfic.