#tyler durden x reader

[kausstar]

LET LOOSE

tyler durden x reader￨sfw content￨wc: 1.1k

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.

tags 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).

𝓴aus. 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.

 2023 kausstar.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

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

Jack “The Narrator” x Tyler Durden x male reader

Relationship headcanons I guess?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[whysosad222]

#tyler durden x reader #fight club x reader #brad pitt x reader #edward norton

[dumb-bitchass]

Fight Club~ dating headcanons

a/n. i did NOT know other people were actively reading fight club fics here- thought i was the only one who checked the tags religiously. so anyway thank you guys for liking my first one

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Tyler:

• bro has 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 trademarked

• and probably kinky too so you better be prepared

• literally like the best person to cuddle (it grows on him the longer you date)

• he can def support all your weight and likes to completely envelop you with his arms and body

• this man will protect you with his life 100%

• like seriously if someone even looks at you wrong he will throw hands like nothing

• will end someone if you ask him

• will try to teach you martial arts (will he succeed...? do you know yourself enough to answer that question...?)

• if you deal with the strange behaviors and odd hobbies and likes, he'll deal with yours

• struggles showing any real vulnerable emotion with you

• but he's trying for you, i feel like he has it in him

• but right now he shows he loves you in a more physical way

• you know what i mean

• i also feel like he'd be pretty chill in a real relationship so if you want to go somewhere, watch a certain movie, or play with his hair he'll just be like "okay"

• enjoys having deep conversations with you, if you talk with him or just sit and stare and listen

• won't force you to join project mayhem but may entice you

Jack (narrator):

• dating you just thaws his cold emotionless heart

• will get emotionally attached to you after a couple weeks

• bbg

• the only way he can fall asleep is if you're right there next to him

• bonus points if you hold him and let him rest his head on your chest (while running your fingers through his hair)

• writing this has got me giggling and kicking my legs rn

• likes holding your hand while out (or even at home cause he just likes knowing your there)

• is actually a really good listener and will talk you through your problems in a casual way

• and he knows you'll do the same for him which makes him feel safe

• your guyses favorite store to go to is ikea

• you guys like to explore the showrooms and lay on the beds, giggling and pretending to be asleep

• i could fr write ikea headcanons should i do it

• watching a movie on the couch close together until you both fall asleep

• and making fun of all the characters' bad choices along the way

• trying very hard to make breakfast together the next morning (he just ends up making toast cause there's not much in that fridge)

• sleepy kisses :(

• basically he's a sweet baby who needs to be taken care of and if you don't i will find you

#fight club narrator x reader #fight club x reader #fight club headcanons #tyler durden x reader #fight club narrator #tyler durden #fight club

[strawbby-shortcake]

✯ Showing Fight Club Characters Memes ✯[all gn! reader]

❀ Marla ❀ You and Marla were sitting inside the laundry mat waiting for some careless person to leave their clothes behind. The two of you rarely hung out or spoke, but when you did, it was to steal jeans and sell them. Marla used the money for cigarettes and you used it for snacks. It was sort of like "bonding time" between you and her. Not that Marla would admit that- or you.

She was getting restless waiting, and she didn't have any cigarettes on her, so she needed a distraction.

"Hey, show me something funny," Marla said, resting her head on your shoulder.

You glanced at her messy hairdo and chuckled.

"Sure," you replied.

You got out your phone and starting scrolling through your gallery. A meme that you made of Jack sleeping popped up. Marla's eyes widened and she started to laugh. She laughed for a while until she had a coughing fit.

"Maybe you should quit smoking," murmured.

"Over my dead body."

✭ Jack ✭

Jack was dozing off in his office cubicle, as usual. You were his co-worker and thought he could use a funny photo to look at while attempting to stay awake.

"Excuse me?" you whispered, gently nudging him.

"Wha-! Huh?" Jack jerked awake and looked around frantically.

"Woah, take it easy. It's just me."

Jack looked at you wearily and rolled his eyes. He was always in such a terrible mood. To be honest, he looked like he hadn't slept at all. Maybe that's why he's irritable.

You showed him a cat meme on your phone, "Here, I thought you could use a nice laugh today!"

He stared at the photo blankly, but didn't give you a response.

"Uhm... okay then, see you tomorrow," you said, quickly exiting his area.

✦ Robert "Bob" Paulson ✦ It was another full house at the testicular cancer support groups. You didn't understand why you were there. Maybe you were curious. A big man with an even bigger chest made his way towards you. His name tag said "BOB" in bold letters.

As soon as he got within two feet of you, he enveloped you in a bear hug. He smelled oddly of a mixture of sweat, perfume, and wood. You were being crushed, but patted him on the back since he was sobbing. Maybe because of his testicular cancer, or he got it removed. Either way, he was in dire need of cheering up.

"Hey, do you want to see something funny?" you asked.

Bob looked at you with teary eyes and nodded.

You showed him a meme from your gallery and he laughed slightly. You were about to put you phone away when he suddenly starting swiping from over your shoulder. Personal pictures, tax documents, the whole sha-bang. Bob saw it all. Did he care? Probably not. He just wanted to scroll.

⍟ Angel Face ⍟

You and Angel Face met at Lou's Tavern one evening. He was a simple-minded guy, seemed to be the highlight of everyone's night, and was easy-going. You two had run out of things to talk about, so you decided to show him a meme from your gallery.

"Oh, what's this?" he questioned.

"It's just a silly picture I saved."

He snatched your phone from your hands and looked at it closely. You tried to grab it back but he jumped away from you.

"What's your deal, man?" you fumed, "that's my phone."

"I'm just trying to get a better look at it!" Angel Face whined.

You sighed and shook your head, there was no use in trying to get it back at this point.

✴ Tyler Durden ✴

Tyler was working on his famous pink soap- the "yardstick of civilization," as he would call it. Lots of high end stores bought from him. He never told you the secret ingredient though.

He'd been silent for quite some time, only humming once in a while or whistling. You decided, like any good friend should, to interact with him and show him some memes.

"Tyler, hey man, wanna see something funny?" you asked.

You poked him in the shoulder a few times before he pushed your hand off.

He took his cigarette from his mouth and paused his soap making.

"What do you want?"

"I was trying to show you something, jerk face," you replied.

Tyler didn't even bothering looking up, he just continued to fiddle with glycerin. You guess that his reaction was to be suspected since he never really listened to you in the first place.

You sighed, "Whatever."

[END]

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[tylersjacket]

The daughter e1

You have seen him around a few times at the bar. He always came in on saturday nights, and as Irvin shoed all the men out, you were left alone to close up. Some bypassing men found it strange that you were working in an pub where drunkards were at any corner. You also would have wanted a better job but as seeing that your father, the owner of the bar paid you higher just because you were his daughter, you were satisfied with the profit.

Every time that you heard screams and cheering coming from downstairs, you would only wish to close up faster as not to hear any more of the horrific screaming. One time you had finally collected the courage to venture downstairs to see what was happening there. As you descended , you tiptoed quetly as not to draw attention to yourself, however you caught one persons attention. His name was Tyler Durden, you have heard rumours about him. The rumours spread quickly in this bar so you have heard his name quite a few times.

You didin’t notice the piercing blue eyes following your stiff form. The men were focused on two men fighting. You mixed in with the crowd and watched, still unaware of his gaze. The fight in the middle ended as the man went limp on the floor covered in blood. As other men grabbed him by his elbows, they dragged him out of the circe. As you were waiting for the next fight to begin, you heard a vouce on your left. “Gentlemen, we have an unusual presence today, a new member!” The men went wild, chanting, ready to see fresh blood get spilled onto the concrete floors. You suddenly felt a hand grip your arm and drag you towards the centre. You were in shock and didn’t react. As you turned your head to the side you saw him. He noticed you staring and looked at you whilst smirking with a cigarette between his lips. “You’ll be fighting me. Don’t worry I won’t go too hard.” Tyler said as he noticed your tensed shoulders. “If you yell stop or go limp the fight will end” he said just as you were in the centre.

The men became confused as there weere no women but men in this club, so it was a strange sight to see. The cheering quieted down as Tyler threw his cigarette down to the ground. “Now since she is new, we’ll tell her the rules and then she will fight me” as the men chanted the rules you grew nauseous of the thought of fighting in only your bra. As you looked at Tyler to question wether you need to take your shirt off, he shook his head and you sighed in relief. You took your shoes off, and tied your hair into a bun. You have been in a few fight as school, but thats it. Your father always made you watch wrestling so you knew some moves. You have never fought a guy as tall as Tyler so you were nervous of the challenge. You stood in a beggining stance and waited for your opponent to make the first move. He nodded his head at you and threw a punch but you avoided it, surprising the men. You didin’t waste any time and attacked him back, throwing punch after punch until eventually you landed one right onto his cheekbone. His head turned sideways, as you waited for him to attack, but you didin’t let him and threw a hook.

The men cheered you on as you begame distracted, Tyler landed a punc on you cheek. The punch made your cheek throb and sting, so in a fit of rage you let go and started throwing punch after puch making Tyler back away until he suddenly yelled “Stop”. You stopped and the men clapped for you as their leader never backed down. You shook his hand and put your shoes back on. For the rest of the night you watched men fight, taking notes of how to improve your fighting skills and what not to do. As the men went their own ways for the night, you still had to close up. Almost everyone had left apart from Tyler. “Good fight today” he said, whilst smoking a cigarette near the door and as you put your head up, you were alone left with a cloud of fresh cigarette smoke.

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[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.

#the narrator x reader #fight club smut #tyler durden smut #tyler durden x reader #the narrator smut

[peepeehard]

what a wh0re.. (No guillotine can take away the head I’m boutta give this man) 🗣️🗣️

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#tyler durden x reader #tyler durden #fight club #tyler durden is so hot #hot twink #who’re

[pangborns]

SKIN DEEP.

tyler durden x fem!reader

in which Tyler shows you the feel of a lye-burned kiss.

maybe a few fight club spoilers, very in-character tyler which is def a warning, so- dark!tyler technically, chemical burns, talks of religion, mentions of fighting/wounds/blood lmk if I missed anything else!

this is self indulgent, I need more fight club fics. we’re gonna pretend the last 20 mins of the movie aren’t canon for this fic lollll.

“Thanks,” You spoke softly as Tyler held the decaying door open for you. Stepping into the deteriorating house, your breath hitched. The walls were peeling, rust stains were evident on the ceiling, and the wood floors splintered with each step you took forward. “I didn’t realize you lived here..”

“Home sweet home,” He chuckled with a side smirk, letting the door fall closed. Tyler stepped around you, walking confidently through the halls of the house. You followed, shyly peaking into the rooms you passed. “What happened to your lip?”

Tyler didn’t look back as he asked the question, only continuing to lead you through the house. “Uh,” You paused to touch the split with your tongue. “Some asshole was looking for some spare cash, I guess.”

“Did you hit him?” The man inquired, he turned toward you as you entered the kitchen, leaning his back against the island.

You furrowed your eyebrows and pursed your lips, “No,” you stated simply. You didn’t know Tyler well, sure, he bought you a drink at Lou’s Tavern a few nights back and you two just got to talking. You considered him a friend, though he easily made you nervous with the way he talked about violence so nonchalantly. “Was- am I supposed to?”

He chuckled, puffing air out of his mouth as his head lolled back. “You gotta learn how to hold your own. Now you’re twenty dollars out and sporting a busted lip.” Tyler rolled his eyes and tongued the inside of his cheek. “I’ll kill him, you know I’d kill him for you.”

Your eyes widened at the confession, “No, I’m not asking you to do that.” You stuttered, holding your hands out to wave him off. “I’ll survive, it’s just some blood, I’ll make the money back anyway.”

You watched as Tyler swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “That’s not the point,” His words were pointed, “look, I can help you.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Help me how?”

Tyler quirked his eyebrows, turning his body toward the items splayed across the island. “I’ve got some work to do, but just humor me, sit with me and I’ll give you some tips.” He shed his red leather jacket and pulled up two stools, putting them on opposite sides of the counter.

When you didn’t move, he nodded his head in the direction of your seat. You played with your fingers, glancing around the room nervously before taking a seat.

“‘Atta girl.”

“What are you- are those chemicals?” You cut yourself off with the hurried question, worrying about both his safety and your own. He took a seat on his stool and cracked his knuckles.

Tyler’s shoulders shook as he silently laughed at your question, “Why of course, this is quality soap. Can’t make it any other way.”

You knew your newfound friend had an interest in soap making of all things, but you never could’ve imagined the work that went into it. You opened your mouth to ask another question, but were cut off by the blonde across from you.

“Can you throw a punch?”

Again, you furrowed your eyebrows at the man. “I think? I’ve never really done it before..” you looked down at your hands. Your skin was soft, no dry blood, no bruising, no scars or anything that would prove that you could hold your own.

He snorted, “Curl your fingers in tight, thumb on the outside. Let me see.” You did what you were told, showing him your fist. “Good, you twist with your hips, plant your feet and follow through with your dominant arm.”

You nodded as you took in the information, trying to picture what he was telling you. Inside, you knew you’d still be too afraid to even consider starting a fight, but you wanted to make Tyler happy. “And what happens when I get hit? I don’t think I’d be able to get back up.”

Tyler bit his lip, chewing it in thought. “Pain tolerance…” he chuckled. “Give me your hand.”

You hesitantly gave the man your hand, shuffling in your seat. Tyler’s calloused palm nearly grounded you as he gently held yours. You watched as Tyler’s gaze left your hand and traveled to the doorway. He slowly dropped it as he looked at the figure.

A man, lanky and tall, silently watched the interaction between the two of you. He squeezed his mouth shut and let out an audible sigh as he held Tyler’s eye. You looked between the two, watching as a silent conversation was taking place. The man’s bottom jaw jutted out as he seemed to hold his tongue and looked to you. You held his stare, one that seemed to both convey so much emotion and hide it all just the same. In his eyes, you could make out a foreign pain. Was he worried? For you? He pivoted on his foot and started his trek toward the stairs before you could dwell too much on it.

When you looked back toward Tyler, he was already staring right at you. “Who was that?” He put some protective goggles and gloves on before grabbing your hand again.

“Roommate,” was all he said, hoping to get on with his science experiment as he pursed his lips, bringing your hand to his face. He held a long kiss to the skin on top of your hand, keeping eye contact throughout the entire ordeal.

Your breath hitched at the action, eyebrows drawing in as you quickly became confused. Your cheeks flushed a bit at the strange behavior, opening your mouth to speak as he withdrew his lips. “Why- what is this?”

“This is a chemical burn,” He smirked, grabbing the container of flaked lye and pouring a good amount on the shiny saliva spot on your hand.

It all happened so fast, you had no time to react as your body jolted in pain. Tears immediately jumped onto your waterline as Tyler’s grip on your hand tightened. Your face grew white as the pain registered in your head. Standing up quickly, the stool you were sitting on fell over backwards as you struggled to hold your weight on your shaky legs.

You screamed, a wet shriek leaving your mouth as you tried to tug your arm out of his tough grip. Your face was now soaked, veins popping out of your forehead as you watched the flesh on your hand start to bubble.

“Oh my god, oh my god!”

Tyler laughed at the word, quickly containing it after you continued to scream. He held his tongue, trying not to speak ill of the father.

“It will hurt more than you’ve ever been burned and you will have a scar.” He spoke softly, trying to calm your hysterics.

It was getting hard to breath with the ever noticeable pain. The skin started to smoke as the chemical ate away at it. Closing your eyes, you tried desperately to think of a happier place.

An image of nature, animals, and peaceful lullabies popped in your head as you tried to block out the unbearable pain.

“— stay with the pain, don’t block this out.” Tyler’s rough voice shook you out of your daydream as he ran his thumb over your index finger, trying to keep you from passing out.

“No, I can’t. It hurts.” You sobbed, hoping that the man upstairs can hear the distress and come stop this. You looked toward the ceiling.

“Look at your hand. The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes. Like the first monkeys shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing!” Tyler became more passionate as he spoke, excitement invading his tone.

You screamed again as the pain grew deeper, “make it stop!” At this point you had run out of tears, shaking so hard you thought the floor would give out. You closed your eyes again, hoping Tyler wouldn’t bring you back out of your happy place.

As you were transported back to that rainforest, you felt another jolt as he pulled on your arm. “Stop. This is your pain, this is your burning hand. It’s right here!”

You thought you were going to be sick, your entire body heated up like a candle. “This is premature enlightenment!” Tyler continued to encourage.

“You’re insane!” You screeched, the walls reverberating as your voice echoes throughout the entire house. You couldn’t figure out why the man upstairs didn’t come down to check on the situation.

Tyler grabbed your chin, pulling you in close to his face. “This is the greatest moment of your life and you’re off somewhere missing it! You’re shutting me out!”

Your vision grew blurry as you continued to scream: “oh my god!” Voice now hoarse.

“Shut up. Our fathers were our models for God. And, if our fathers bailed, what does that tell us about God?” His words bounced off your ear drums, starting to distort as black spots danced in your vision. “Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you, he never wanted you. In all probability, He hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen...”

You swallowed, trying to blink. You weren’t sure if you wanted to stay awake at this point, maybe the pain would be more bearable if you were unconscious. “It- it is..?”

“We don’t need him. Fuck damnation. Fuck redemption. We are God's unwanted children? So be it!” His voice grew louder, the pain came back ten times worse as you looked at the wound. You started to tug away from him again, knocking more ingredients off of the counter.

Your eyes landed on the sink, the thought of the cold water washing away the harsh lye was one so soothing. You shuffled your body toward the rusty sink, only making it about a foot before Tyler tugged you back.

“Listen. You can run water over your hand and make it worse, or -- look at me, -- or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.” He put a hand on the side of your face, gently rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone. “First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, know that some day you’re gonna die.”

You nodded hurriedly, willing to agree to anything in order to get this foreign substance off of your soft skin. “It hurts, you don’t understand!”

Tyler slowly revealed his own hand, watching as your eyes played over a scar that you will soon match. Your shuddering breaths only grew louder at the reveal. “You’re insane! You’re crazy!”

“It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” He simply spoke, reaching for the vinegar. The cold sweat on your skin made your hair stand up on end. What if this only makes it worse? You’ve learned that you can’t trust Tyler with your well being.

He poured the liquid over your wound, successfully washing away the unwelcomed chemical and putting your pain at ease. The sizzling noise of your skin being eaten away died down and so did your shaking. The room felt eerily silent as the pain dissipated.

“Congratulations. You’re one step closer to hitting the bottom.”

#fight club #fight club x reader #the narrator x reader #tyler durden x reader #brad pitt x reader #tyler durden #tyler durden fan fiction #tyler durden imagine #grace writes

[dyns33]

Fight Club

Yes, I made a Fight Club story, Tyler x reader. Tyler Durden being a real person, and Jack another character.

I want to write a part 2 but I need to find the time.

I met Tyler Durden on a beach.

It was during a business trip. My boss had given me an afternoon of peace, and I decided to go to the beach. I have always loved the beach.

There weren't many people, but I wasn't really looking, focused on the sky, the sun, the sea.

Then he caught my attention. Without explanation, without caring about what was around him, this guy was making a giant hand with pieces of wood. He walked back and forth, passing by people without seeing them.

Then at one point he turned his gaze towards me, as if he felt that I was looking at him. We stared at each other for a few minutes, then my phone rang. My boss.

I left without speaking to him, without knowing his name, but still thinking about him before going to sleep.

Tyler remembers it, I remember it, and he doesn't know that I remember it.

I could have told him when we got on that plane.

"Hey, you're the guy who made a giant hand on the beach. I always wondered why. I think about you often. Do you want to come to my flat when we land ?"

I did not tell him. Instead, when he asked me if I wanted to trade places with him because he would have to take care of the emergency door in case of an accident, I stupidly replied that I didn't think I would be able to.

“Too scared ?”

"I mean, a bit ? Unless we're on the ground, or at sea, I don't really see how opening this door could save us. But mainly I meant that I physically couldn't do it, it seems way too heavy for me."

“The illusion of security.” he had sneered. “Most people believe it.”

“I’m not most people.”

“Why fly if you know you might die then ?”

"The same reason I leave the house instead of hiding in my bed I guess. Something can happen anywhere. And my boss kind of forced me. But still I can't wait to be in my bed."

“I can imagine that.”

We talked for the rest of the flight. He tried to get me to talk about myself, I asked him a lot of questions about himself. That was how he took out a business card with his name and number from his suitcase full of soaps.

I didn't know it was part of the game. Even though there was this little alarm in the back of my head, I didn't know there was a game yet.

It was a little clearer when I arrived home to find my building on fire. By a miracle far too foolish to be true, no one had been hurt, but my entire life had been reduced to smoke.

All I had left was my suitcase and Tyler's card.

No, that wasn't true. I had my job, my family, friends, and I could have called them for help very easily. But when I searched my bag, I found his card first, and I understood.

I understood that we were playing a game.

It's impossible to explain why, but I knew that this fire was not an accident, just like our meeting on the plane was not an accident. I had seen something in his eyes on the beach, and he thought he saw something in mine, and from that day on, Tyler Durden had followed me.

I could have called the police. I could have called someone else.

But an intense morbid curiosity screamed at me to see what he would do next. I too wanted to play a game, with rules he didn't know.

First of all, no lies.

I immediately explained to him why I was calling him, and Tyler, good Tyler, immediately offered to put me up at his place. He only indicated that the house was not in very good condition, and that his roommate was a bit grumpy.

“Not fucking Marla anymore ?” was the first thing Jack said when he saw me.

This made Tyler laugh, a nervous laugh. He seemed ready to hit his friend, who was eating cereals in his underwear in the kitchen, at three in the morning. This was obviously neither the sentence he should say, nor the behavior he should have.

It was quickly apparent that Tyler expected people to act a certain way, the way he wanted.

So that was my second rule, never do what Tyler wanted.

After the trouble Jack caused, he decided to use his phrase to tease me. Trying to confuse my mind, as he had confused the minds of his roommate, and of several people who later came to squat in the house.

But Tyler forgot that Jack's insomnia made him vulnerable, and that his many space monkeys were pretty stupid.

I wasn't, I wasn't most people. That's why he followed me.

However, I didn't immediately understand what he was doing with Marla. I thought he was fucking her so loudly to annoy Jack, because it was clear that Jack was in love even if he refused to admit it.

He was jealous of Tyler because he could touch Marla, and jealous of Marla because she had Tyler's attention.

Then I realized that he only did this when he knew I would be home, and his bed was exactly above mine.

“He likes to do it a lot from behind, it’s crazy.” Marla had said to Jack to see what reaction he would have, without noticing that I was there. “I don’t know why he likes this position so much, it’s new.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want to see your face.”

"You are mean."

Jack wasn't mean. Jack was a poor little lost boy, who needed to sleep, and he was right.

In his bed, with this body beneath him, Tyler saw beyond the mattress, beyond the floor, and it wasn't Marla that he was fucking.

I was able to prove this easily by asking Jack to change rooms one day. He was surprised, because it was obvious that I had the best room of the place, after Tyler's. He was even a little upset that he didn't have this room when he arrived, a few months earlier, after his apartment exploded.

"Well, I'll leave it to you. Maybe it'll help you sleep."

He was suspicious, but also touched by the attention. He accepted, and we moved quickly, without telling anyone.

In the evening, I imagined poor Jack with his head in his pillow, while Tyler and Marla continued their concert of screams and moans.

Then, as he went down to get some water, the insomniac opened his door to beg his friend to make less noise. The reaction was immediate.

“But what are you doing here ? What are you doing in this room ?”

“Relax, we traded.”

"What ? No. No !"

Tyler went back up to his room, and we heard a creaking sound, indicating that the floor was going to keep a clear track of the bed that was being moved from one end of the room to the other, until it was right on top of mine again.

It was that night that Jack understood that I was not just a passenger he met on a plane and that Tyler had kindly agreed to help. Marla too.

She started to look at me, with her huge black eyes, but never daring to speak to me, probably because she didn't know what to say, and because she didn't want to annoy Tyler.

There was one thing they didn't know.

Tyler himself had no idea why I was here. He had brought me here, and he knew that more than anything he wanted me to open the door to his room while he was with Marla, for me to pull her by the hair and take her place. But he didn't know why.

This man was very good at manipulating others, but he was not very comfortable with his own feelings.

He considered that he had already done a lot for our relationship, whatever it was. He had seen me, he had followed me, he had spoken to me first, he had burned my building, he had offered me a roof.

In his game, it was my turn to move, for several weeks now, and my immobility was starting to irritate him.

I could have continued playing our games if it hadn't been for Project Mayhem.

As for fight club, I didn't say anything, and it had nothing to do with their rules. It was another game, one that I didn't play, and if it amused them to hit each other, that wasn't my problem.

But when the space monkeys invaded the house, whispering plans for mass destruction and leaving instructions for making bombs, I knew it was time to leave.

The game was starting to get dangerous, and a bit boring.

Maybe if I had thrown Marla out, or into Jack's bed, and kissed Tyler to stop him from giving his ridiculous orders, all this wouldn't have happened.

But I hadn't done it, because it might have served no purpose, and because I wasn't like the others, a dog that he could hiss at and run in circles.

The problem was, you couldn't leave Tyler.

He would tell you to leave, you would disappear, but it was never your decision.

The new game was therefore : find a way to escape without being followed.

A nice junkie gave me the solution. I found the body near several trash cans as I was walking home. It was raining, there was no one on the street, no one else had seen them, no one cared.

We were about the same height, we looked a bit similar. With the right clothes, leaving my bag with my papers, and burning the right body parts, it would be almost too easy.

I guess Tyler didn't want to believe it at first, when Bob came to break the news.

Space monkeys found me, totally massacred. The work of a maniac.

This wasn't part of his game, his plan, so Tyler must have been furious. He had to look for who had done it, wondering if it was one of his men, if it was Jack, if it was Marla, if it was him in a fit of madness.

Then after a while, he had to accept.

I have no idea what he did with the body. I did not wait in the area, I immediately took a bus to the most distant city, where I took another bus, without giving my name, and I settled in another state where he would never find me.

I was doing the dishes when they announced on television that an extremist group had tried to take control of the country, and that the leader had been arrested after a long series of murders and attacks.

Seeing Tyler's photo, I pictured him again on the beach, making his giant hand and looking at me. We could have been happy on this beach.

But life is shit, so I finished wiping my plate and I went to bed.

#fight club #tyler durden #tyler durden x reader #tyler durden is a real person au

[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.

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[sweetsdeservedbetterthandis]

I can’t take it. I gotta fuck him.

#Edward Norton #fight club #American history x #tyler durden #tyler durden x reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 24

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

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

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

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[blondedmuse]

SINCE IV’E BEEN LOVING YOU

synopsis. ꩜ since I've been loving you…I'm about to lose my, my worried mind

author's note. ∿ led zeppelin and tyler are sooo…i just had to write something. requested by anon. smoking, fluff and light angst.

word count. ⨾ 700

Tyler Durden drove you crazy. Still, there was something so prepossessing about him that you couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by him—to be in love with him. But love has never made you feel like more of a fool, sitting on his bathroom floor in his leaf button down, bare legs against the dirty tile while you cleaned his injuries. Tyler Durden drove you crazy.

You loved him for lack of a better word, but whether he loved you or not was the burning question that was absolutely killing you. And what was worse is that you would let it, rather than know the answer you knew would—so yes, you felt like a fool.

Still, you sat in between his legs on the floor, wiping the blood from his chest, a vague expression on his face and a less than comfortable silence looming in the air.

“You’re not fucking invincible, Ty,” You mumbled and it echoed throughout the room, your voice shattering the silence like a stone to glass.

His brow quirked up. “Really?” He asked sarcastically, his ambiguous expression morphing into a lighthearted grin.

“Really. I’m serious,” You sighed, rolling your eyes, dousing the now bloodied hand towel in more alcohol.

"Must you be so serious, baby?"

"I must because you won't."

He narrowed his eyes. "I can be serious," he said amused with your accusation and you couldn't help but roll your eyes again, shaking your head. Silence crept in once again and Tyler pulled a cigarette from his pocket as he observed you. He noted the way your nose slightly crinkled at the odor of the alcohol and how warm your hands felt against his chest. The way your eyes held a flash of affliction yet you seemed to be nothing but unaffected with a calm composure.

“No one has ever cared about me like you,” He murmured, letting his lips wrap around the smoke.

"Yeah, whatever," You breathed.

"I'm serious."

Your brow quirked up, mocking him. "Really?"

"Really," He whispered honestly, lighting the cigarette and sucking delicately, letting the stagnant debris pervade his lungs.

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Take it how you will."

You didn't know what to make of his words so you didn't say anything at all. Instead you continued to repeat your cleaning routine, moving to the cuts and bruises on his face. You snatched the cigarette from his mouth, putting it in yours as your hand moved to his jaw while you examined them.

"Hey," He exhaled, puffing the ash gray fumes away from your face.

"It was in the way," You muttered, your voice muffled by the cigarette and your focus directed towards wiping the dried blood on his lip. When you pulled the towel away, your eyes met his; the gaze you’ve been secretly been avoiding for this reason exactly. You couldn’t help but melt under his stare, your cheeks heating up. It was as if you were free falling and no one was there to catch you—not even him. So you looked away before you could reach the ground.

It was remarkable and infuriating the way he could make you feel. It’s like he would take your breath away only to never give it back. He stole your heart and never revealed his intentions. He was a magician and you were his audience to whom he would never tell his secrets.

You focused back onto his split lip, without the blood running from it, but your thumb running cautiously over the skin.

“I love you,” He said.

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

“I love you.”

You only stared at him, as if this were one of his magic tricks. You were analyzing his expression that you couldn’t tell was hopeful, wistful, or anything at all. And before you could make a decision, he was pulling your legs so that your body was aligned with his and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. it was real, this was real.

He took the cigarette from your mouth, anticipating an answer—and he got what he wanted.

“I love you too.”

He got you.

Tyler Durden drove you crazy.

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[dumb-bitchass]

Fight Club~ how they'd act with sick! reader

a/n. i've been sick for 2 weeks and am DONE so i'm finally writing these as a small comfort cause why not

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Jack (narrator):

• would take care of you to the best of his knowledge and abilities

• i feel like he's terrible at taking care of his own self when he's sick, so he'll try his very hardest to take good care of you

• even though all he really knows what to do is just keep showing you soft affection

• wouldn't care too much about getting sick from you- might welcome it so you could be sick and miserable together

• takes out your favorite movies on vhs and props your head up with a pillow, making sure you can see

• would sit by you and put your legs across his lap, almost subconciously

• like i said, he's a bit clueless about taking care of a sick person, so you'd probably have to ask him to get you a food or drink

• he'll do it immediately

• even though he knows it hurts you to talk and you probably won't respond to him, he'll talk to you anyway

• about pretty much anything, really- you find it cute and distracting from feeling sickly

• if you're one of those people (like me) who can't sleep when they're sick, he's more than happy to stay on the couch with you

• cause he can't sleep anyway !!!

• would offer to put your head in his lap

• brushes your hair out of your face, to which you grimace and mumble something about using it to hide your "sick face"

• he'd reply in a teasing tone how you still look beautiful, but you know he means it (and you literally c a n n o t)

• fixes the blanket around you so you're cozy

• softly strokes your hair and twirls it around his fingers

• eventually dozes off with you sleeping peacefully (and nasally unfortunately) on his lap

Tyler:

• would either not care at all about getting whatever sickness you have or would avoid you like you were a deadly virus

• i feel like he'd kinda be inbetween, like he'd be okay getting close to you but not too close

• would definitely find ways to entertain you while you're glued to the couch

• like showing you new martial arts moves

• sometimes it makes you smile through the pain, other times you're left incredibly confused

• but your throat hurts too bad to ask him any questions about the whats or whys so you just have to lay back and watch

• sits a bit away from you and goes on philosophical rants about the societal repercussions of being sick but somehow benefits vital workers like yourself, paired with deep stares into your soul

• ends it with a smile and kiss on your forehead, then scurries off

• leaves you more confused

• would be nice enough to make you some sort of soup or other food you could eat

• if you refuse to eat, just know he will find a way to make you, i mean it's tyler

• would resort to feeding you if needed, you can't get out of it now

• he probably would feel bad leaving you while so miserable, so he'd send jack to the store to get you medication of some sort

• if you ask really really really nicely, he may consider carrying you to your room to get changed into pajamas for the night

• "you better not get me sick!" he'd say firmly with a smile on his face- why does it kinda sound like a threat though?

• you're sleeping on the couch, sharing a bed is wayyyyy too risky for him

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[strawbby-shortcake]

Dating Tyler Durden! ♡︎

Tyler isn't one to wait around with his feelings, so he's very open and honest when it comes to you. He knew what he wanted, so he went to get it.

Honestly though, he doesn't take rejection well. So if you refused him the first time, you'll have to do it again and again until you give in. He'll display grand gestures to prove that he's the man for you.

If you didn't refuse, great! You're now with an anti-capitalist that kicks ass!!! He's not so bad once you get used to him though.

Tyler is a mix between talking a lot and not talking at all. He likes to talk to you about society and how he's going to change it for the better because you actually listen to him.

When he goes quiet, it usually means his mind is at work or he's focused on a task at hand. That doesn't mean he wants you to leave him alone though. He would rather you be by his side while he's planning.

When he starts Fight Club, you're the first one to know. He makes you promise three times that you won't say anything about it to anyone.

You are NOT allowed to fight, but you can watch him beat people up or tell them that they are "not their fucking khakis."

If you really wanted to fight though, Tyler would only allow you to fight him. Of course, he wouldn't hurt you or anything, but he'll get to see how strong you are.

Every member of Fight Club/Project Mayhem is super kind to you and often steals you things from stores. Whether it's because Tyler told them to do it, or they just wanted to, you didn't know.

For example, one day you were out with Tyler and a few of his space monkeys, and they noticed that you were staring at an item from one of the store's windows.

We all know how Tyler feels about consumerism, BUT he makes an exception for you. Plus, it's not like they're going to pay for it *hint hint*

The next morning, you wake up and see the item placed on your bed with a sticky note that has smiley face on it.

You often hear Tyler yelling at the members, but he never yells at you. He's quite respectful towards you.

Tyler takes you with him to all his odd jobs. You help him splice frames of explicit images into family films. When he has to work as a waiter, he seats you at a table and brings all the clean food you want. He gets distracted by you though and goes to your table far more than the actual customer's tables.

HE MAKES AND HE SELLS SOAPPPP!!! So that means you get to help him out and watch! Be prepared for late night liposuction clinic dumpster runs.

The first time you went with him, you threw up because of the smell. Tyler forced himself to throw up too so you didn't feel embarrassed.

If you have a complaint about anyone or someone is bothering you, there'll be a missing person report on the news within the same week. Tyler does not mess around.

Tyler doesn't force you to smoke, and if you don't like the smell of it, he doesn't smoke around you. In fact, if you really wanted him to, he would attempt to quit. It would be near impossible for him though, but you gotta give him credit!

He loves going into alleyways, hotels, or apartment buildings to dance with you. He doesn't care if anyone is watching. He'll probably have several of the guys to keep watch near the building though, just for safety reasons!

He likes to go thrifting with you. He will pick the most non-matching shirt, jacket, and pants and do a whole fashion show in the store and then walk out with it on. No, he didn't pay. He might borrow your clothes too if he sees something he likes.

Smashing cars around town at midnight? Check. Going to Lou's Tavern multiple days a week? Check.

He'll ask you to play with his hair all the time. He loves it when you do because it relieves tension and makes him sink into the floor.

CUTE EXTRAS:

Makes you special bars of soap with your name on it in different colors.

You get to try on all his cool glasses that he owns.

You'll always be protected no matter where you go.

He's extra cautious when he's out since he doesn't want to die without coming home to you. He could be bleeding out or have a limb ripped off, but he'll manage to come home to Paper Street just to see you one last time. But don't expect that because he's not going to die any time soon.

He shares his gum with you.

He's a great listener when you need him to be.

If you tend to his wounds or scold him when he gets hurt, he doesn't complain. He just sits there, grins, and leans in, knowing you'll kiss him afterwards.

He doesn't say "I love you" super often, but when he does, it's genuine.

Teaches you all about glycerin and the wonders you can do with it.

#fight club #tyler durden #tyler durden headcanons #dating tyler durden #tyler durden x reader