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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.
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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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— fuck it, i love you. | tyler durden
“if it wasn’t so fucked up, i think i’d fuck you all the time.”
⌗ words. 0.3k
⌗ warnings. fem reader. tyler’s weird little obsession with the end of everything. cussing. non-sexual nakedness.
tyler was a whirlwind, and that was putting it lightly. he was cold one moment, then completely in love with you the next. it was like he was two different people living in one body, and after a while, the love turned into an obsession.
he needed you to live, to breathe, to survive. he couldn’t cope without you.
you were his nightly adrenaline rush, and he was addicted to the danger of it all.
you curled into his side, one of his arms resting over your shoulder while the other held a cigarette to his lips. “there’s a plan, y’know?”
“hm?” your voice was soft and sweet, and just the tiniest bit confused. tyler spoke like life was this big master plan that was all laid out by God, who wasn’t anything but was everything all at the same time.
“what do you wanna do before you die?” tyler disregards the original statement he made, his eyes glossy and his hair wild from the night’s encounters.
“i don’t know,” you chuckle softly, “never really thought about it. what do you wanna do before you die?’
“i wanna be freed,” he hums, his fingers tracing shapes into your bare skin, “from the plan.”
“i think if i could do anything,” your voice softens even more, “i think i’d want to stay with you, for longer than the night.”
tyler smiles at that, his eyes full of unspoken thoughts.
“y’know, if it wasn’t so fucked up, i think i’d fuck you all the time.”
your skin burns hot at his revelation, “that’s not what i meant, tyler.”
“i know,” he nods, “doesn’t change anything though, the world’s burning around us, sweetheart.”
“what does that even mean, ty?”
“it means that we’re all dying faster than we could ever imagine, and we have to make the most of this prison sentence before we’re sent to the chair.”
“you’re so weird sometimes,” you huff jokingly, poking his side.
“yeah, well, you’re the one that’s in love with me.”
“yeah, well, there’s something different about you, i guess.”
⌗ notes | requested by my lovely babe ria, @blondedmuse, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing.
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★ Bruised and Battered
[a tyler durden x gn! reader oneshot] ★
Tyler often comes back to the house on Paper Street early in the morning. Sometimes it's three or four in the morning until he's back, if you're lucky, you'll see him stumble in at one or two. You wouldn't call it coming back "home," since this place was rotting away one minute at a time.
Tonight, however, Tyler was back by 12 A.M., which was unusual. He had a large cut on the left side of his face that extended from his eyebrow to the very top of his cheekbone. There was blood splattered across his chest, whether it was his or someone else's, you didn't know. You assumed most of it was his since there was a fresh nosebleed flowing over his lips and chin. You could hear the blood drip onto the old, wooden floor, drop by drop.
"You're back early. What happened?" you asked from the couch.
Tyler didn't respond, he just went to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. He plopped himself onto the opposite side of the couch, slightly facing away from you.
You sighed. "Not even a 'hello?' Come on, Ty, what happened."
He lifted the bottle to his lips and paused before drinking.
"Don't call me that," he said, taking a sip of his beer.
"You're so hot and cold with me. Last week, as soon as you came back, you gave me a hug and started ranting about how to make soap and the philosophy of life- or whatever," you scoffed.
He always did this. He switched up like day and night, so you never expected the same "version" of Tyler.
Tyler grunted and lit a cigarette in response. Maybe he couldn't care less, but what would you know, right?
You got up from your seat and went to find the medical kit in the bathroom. Once you got it, you took a rag from one of the room's floors and brought it back to the couch. Tyler had put his cigarette out on the ash tray and was lying on the couch in an awkward position.
Maybe it was because there was an open wound on his side as well.
"Get up, Tyler," you said bluntly.
He obeyed and sat up; he knew you were going to tend to his wounds one way or another. You got out the rag and wiped up all the blood, put some ointment on his cuts, and bandaged them up.
"You're all bruised and battered...," you whispered.
"Hmm...," Tyler responded.
"Tyler, why won't you just talk to me for once? Let me into your mind, or something. I don't understand you sometimes. One minute you tolerate me and the next it seems like I'm scum to you. Don't you understand how-"
Tyler cut you off by gently placing his palms on either side of your face. His thumb brushed your skin just above your eyebrow.
Your face flushed quickly. "Now I'm REALLY confused. I-"
"Shhh," Tyler cut you off again. "I've got a thousand thoughts running through my head constantly, but the one that always sticks around is 'you.'"
You raised your eyebrows and opened your mouth to speak, but he didn't give you a chance.
"You want me to talk, well sweetheart, I talk a lot. You just need to listen."
"I DO listen, what the hell are you talking about?" you snap, prying your face from his hands.
Tyler swiftly grabbed your wrist and held both of your hands in his. He tightened his grip almost violently.
"No, you don't. Listen to my silence. Listen to my eyes when I look at you. Listen to me now," he explained.
His light blue eyes gazed into yours, his expression softening. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. It wasn't forceful. In fact, it even seemed genuine.
"I'm listening, Tyler," you said.
"I left the club early because I missed you. I wanted to see you while you were still awake. I don't like coming back here when you're already in bed. I miss you," Tyler confessed.
"I don't know what this 'club' is but I always look forward to when you come back. Even when you're all bruised and battered," you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He rested his chin on the top of your head and hesitantly hugged you back.
"Tyler?"
"Hmm?"
"I missed you, too."
[END]
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7 Lines Game
Alright, I crumbled and gave in. Stealing this tag from @mikaharuka and tagging @udaberriwrites and @kayedium-writes, since they have been such great enablers for this ship those past few days. Leaving an open tag for anyone who feels like it!
A preview for the end of a oneshot, coming out as part of Whumpril next month 👀
Fight Club | Narrator/Tyler Durden
He flats his hand palm against me and I could have sworn my knees almost buckle at that. I sway lightly forward, towards him, our two bodies nearly pressed together by now. Never before have I been so close to him.
Don’t get me wrong; Tyler is my friend. He gives me a pat on my back, or punches me when I ask for it, or tugs at my clothes, to get me to pay attention, when he wants to show me something. But he has never been much of a hugger, and now, this, him, raking his hands over my flesh, disguising it as a search for –
“A bruise,” Tyler simply says, interrupting my thoughts, and again, I just stare. “It’s just a bruise, man,” he laughs lightly and smiles, chewing on his gum. I can hear the wet sound of his back teeth playing with the soft piece of polyisobutylene, plastic, resin, artificial sweeteners and flavouring, and for a moment, I imagine what his tongue would taste like. Sweet. Hot. Alive.
“Your ribs are fine.”
Alright, I breathe, swallowing, still not daring to move an inch. My breath falters.
Tyler still has his hand on me, warm and strong against my stomach, lingering there. He flashes me another one of his trademark smiles.
I taste cherry.
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'' you've never kissed anyone before? '' Jay x reader oneshot please? I feel like Jay would be super eager to be someone’s first kiss.
"You've never kissed anyone before?" Jay x Reader Oneshot
To set the scene, it was you, Jay, and Silent Bob. You were chatting and gesturing amongst yourselves, reminiscing on days or hours before this moment. Right now it was years, you were discussing your love lives, which prompted the realization that you had never kissed anyone before.
“God, you know, I don’t think I’ve ever had my first kiss before.” You mused. Wow, you’re really smart-I was just saying that!
“What, you mean you’ve only had seconds and thirds? Man, you’re a slut! You hearin’ this Silent Bob?” Jay said, way too loudly. Silent Bob nodded frantically, eyes wide. You kind of expected him to be smarter than this, but figured it was to amuse Jay.
“No, I mean I’ve never kissed anyone,” You emphasised
“You ain’t ever kissed your mother on the cheek ever? You’ve never said bye to your pops? Never seen a little kitty in need of some smoochin’?” Jay was absolutely bewildered by what you were telling him. Perhaps you were evil, or contagious, or Tyler Durden.
How could you put this in a way he could understand? You looked between him and Silent Bob, smacked your lips, and took a deep breath.
“I’ve never sucked face with any fine bitches before, dude.” You said, esaperated, with ample hand gestures to really bring the point home
“What the fuck?” You probably could have killed Silent Bob right there and Jay would look less terrified, “You’re telling me that you’re telling me that you’ve never kissed anyone before?” He said, his eyes bulleting around your face like you had suddenly grown more eyes to dart between.
“Yeah, pretty sad. I guess I’ve never liked anyone enough to do that. Have you ever been in high school before? I could’ve gotten at least three STDs from using the same bathroom.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.
Jay nodded intently, “Yeah, I knew a guy who got crabs by sitting in the same chair as someone, but you know I’ve never had a single STD or STI, you know? And I got a witness to confirm that I’m one fine ass motherfucker.” Silent Bob gestured to him like he was a brand new car. You turned your head, confused.
“You want to be my first kiss?” You asked
“Well, hell yeah! And if you get any STDs I’ll pay for all the medical bills, scouts motherfuckin’ honor,”
You two kissed, naturally. Well, actually, there was nothing natural about it. Jay was so handsy you almost lost track, and when you pulled away you could have sworn he was still kissing the air. Silent Bob Applauded and gave you two thumbs up, nodding.
You just said, “Thanks.”
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Can I request a smut imagine/oneshot of Tyler Durden x reader?🖤 I love your fics sm🥰
Sure love! I’m so glad you like them, thanks for being so kind! 🥰
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WICKED GAME
tyler durden x reader
synopsis. ꩜ you can’t sleep and tyler doesn’t want to.
author's note. ∿ for my tyler durden girlies. smoking and smut (oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, praise, and marking).
word count. ⨾ 2.2k
You didn’t know what time it was and you didn’t care. You assumed it was somewhere between midnight and three in the morning but it didn’t really matter when you had no intentions of falling asleep anytime soon. Your mind was restless and time was of little essence.
So, instead of lying in the bed that you only found uncomfortable when you were alone, you grabbed a cigarette from an open pack on the nightstand and sauntered to the stereo downstairs. You picked a personal cd from your collection, one you had made yourself, inserting it into the stereo and cranking the volume just loud enough so that you wouldn't go deaf. Santo and Johnny's Sleepwalk echoed throughout the house, a much more mellow sound than your usual taste in music.
You shuffled through the kitchen drawers, putting the cigarette between your lips as you searched for a lighter. Lo and behold you found nothing, but nothing was better than the weird shit Tyler kept around. It was one of the reasons you'd always hesitate in opening the fridge, worried you'd find some body part in a bag or just anything you weren't supposed to see.
You settled on the stove, turning the dial and allowing the flames to rise while you stuck the smoke in the blaze. Once it was lit, it found its way back to your lips once again and you turned the stove off, propping yourself up on the kitchen counter with your knees folded close to your chest.
Sleepwalk faded out and Chris Issak's Wicked Game began playing while you heard the noise of the front door opening. You didn't have to guess that it was Tyler as he had a tendency to come home at such a late—or early hour, your time together nightly and fleeting by the moment. He only got through the door, shrugging off his jacket before he was met with the sound of music blaring through the stereo. He headed to the kitchen, the source of the noise and he was quick to catch your frame on the counter.
“What’s with the noise, baby?" He asked, turning the volume down just a bit. "Thought you’d be asleep by now,”
"And I thought you'd be home earlier," You said, taking a drag of the cigarette and he made his way over to you, pulling your legs down from the counter and standing between them with his arms on either side of you.
"I know and I'm sorry I just-"
"Save it, Durden," You cut him off, the grey fumes leaving your lips as you spoke. "Just kiss me."
It's not that you didn't care what he had to say, you just wanted to save him the trouble of pulling some explanation out of his ass that you didn't need to hear. You didn't know much of what he did, only that he had some fight club and that he couldn't talk about it. While he's barely given you bits and pieces about what he does during the day, he's always made it clear that he'll never love you any less.
It was weird the way he loved you. He was intense like an inferno, yet he could be so elusive and capricious that it felt like he was another person. Needless to say, it was his nature to be unpredictable. So unpredictable in fact, that he made sure that you knew the two of you were anything but permanent and he ended up completely head over heels for you—so much so that he needed you like water. In his mind, the world was going to end, but he wanted to be by your side when it happened.
You were better than heroin and he found himself hooked on you.
So, you let yourself feel your lips against his in an agonizingly slow and sloppy kiss, but one that you've been yearning for since he left in the morning. When he pulls away there's a string of saliva connecting the two of you and you can't help but admire the lopsided grin on his face. The taste of tobacco and fresh cinnamon gum lingered on your tastebuds and you knew you had to get more.
"If it makes you feel any better, you look really good right now," He said eyeing you up and down. It was a little too warm inside for your liking thanks to shitty air conditioning, and so you were only donning a pair of panties and a black tank top—one that didn't do a good job of hiding your nipples.
You smirked, taking another drag of the cigarette, letting it hang from the corner of your mouth, "You don't."
He quirked his head in agreement, "Rough night."
Your finger traced the newly forming bruises on his face that you had learned to easily dismiss. They were something you'd accepted, a new one in place of another each night he came home. Still, the sight made your heart sink as if he was destructing right in front of you like a dying star—but if anything, right now he was fierier than ever.
There was something so fascinating to him in the way you admired his scars that he couldn't help but kiss you again, wrenching the cigarette from your lips, replacing it with lips of his own. The kiss was anything but chaste, inhaling the smoke from your mouth into his like he stopped breathing and you'd just brought him back to life.
He pulled away to exhale the gray odor and there it was again, that intoxicating, dopey grin—except this time you could see the suggestiveness of it, an almost erotic glint in his eye to match.
You only dwelled on it for a moment before you leaned in again, your lips melding to his. Your tongue swiped the cinnamon gum from his mouth before his mouth moved to your neck.
"Greedy girl," He mumbled making his mark on your skin. You only moaned softly when you felt his teeth graze just the right spot. You sighed when you no longer felt the warmth of his mouth on your neck, but his hands slithering down your sides, toying with the hem of your underwear with his face in view once again, panting faintly in front of you.
“I think we should go upstairs,” He murmured.
“I’m not tired.”
“Neither am I.” He smirked, "Why don't we tire you out, baby?"
You simply smiled, nodding at his proposal, wrapping your legs around his waist as he picked you up and carried you upstairs while quietly humming the lyrics into your skin as he held you.
"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you, Strange what desire will make foolish people do"
Tyler wasn't known as the most gentle guy, quite the opposite really, but when he has you in bed, his main priority was taking care of you. While there were times he'd absolutely love to ruin you, this was not one of those times. He loved when he could revel in being close to you, some poetic shit he'd say along with his outlandish philosophy about the world ending.
He placed you on the bed you'd only left moments earlier, hovering over you as you laid against the sheets before tearing off your tank top.
"Tell me what you want pretty girl," He rasped, now admiring your bare chest.
"I want enough orgasms to pass out."
"That I can do," He replied, sinking lower down your body so that his face was met with your clothed cunt.
"Want me to take these off for you, baby?" He asked, looking up at you.
"Please," You breathed and your underwear was across the room in a heartbeat. His mouth was practically watering at the sight of your wet cunt and he wasted no time in getting a taste.
He dropped his head and his tongue darted to your clit, flicking the sensitive bud a few times before wrapping his lips around it. One hand massaged your outer thigh while the other slithered its way between your legs, parting your lips just enough so he could push his tongue in your hole, savoring the flavor on his taste buds.
"Just- just like that," You breathed, trying your best to string a coherent sentence together. You reached your hand down to grab at his hair that went every which way while his lips wrapped around your clit once again, his teeth slightly grazing the bud. Your legs clenched together and he almost felt suffocated at the momentary sensation of being entirely enclosed in you—but in his head, it wouldn't be the worst way to go.
"You can be louder, baby, can't you?" He asked, his words muffled but you could still catch the smugness that dressed his voice.
"Because I think you can," He murmured against you, slipping two fingers into you, effortlessly eliciting a loud, lewd, moan.
"Fuck- fuck, Ty," you cried, your fingers digging deeper into his scalp and he groaned.
His actions were thoughtless, yet they had you bemused each time. He knew your body like the back of his hand, where to touch to have you absolutely reeling. Your moans only grew louder the longer he spent between your legs, your hips mindlessly bucking up to meet his mouth.
Your movements got messier, sloppier as your climax approached rapidly, the knot in your stomach finally coming undone as a wave of ecstasy coasted through you and Tyler's fingers kept going, working you through your first orgasm.
"You're so pretty when you cum, baby," He cooed, finally removing his fingers from your cunt and crawling up your body, his lips clinging to yours and swallowing any soft moans you had left. To be truthful the pleasure he'd given you already was enough for you to pass out on its own, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want more.
His mouth left yours, his frame moving to kneel above yours so he could take off his shirt, his torso barren and on full display. Your hands darted toward the waistband of his jeans, pulling him towards you so that his figure was looming above you once again.
Instead of undoing his jeans you paused, flipping the two of you so that you were on top of him, straddling his waist.
"You look so good beneath me," You said, a cheeky smile spreading wide across your face as you undid his pants, taking off any clothing between you and his skin. He was rock hard, hot and heavy in your hands, precum already dripping from his tip. You were just as wet and desperate as he reached down to intertwine his fingers with yours, his other hand lining himself up with your entrance, sheathing himself inside you without another moment of hesitation.
Your nails scratched at his chest while your mouth drifted to his neck, sucking a deep purple mark into the skin underneath his jaw. You're in adoration of the color that sprouted up and how it will darken then lighten again so you can do it all over again.
"And you look even better covered in my bruises," You told him truthfully and you could see that smug grin tugging at his lips as it has many times before, until it was halted by a soft moan.
The pace of your hips was slow, gently rolling into his, your clit brushing up into his pelvic bone at just the right angle. You tune into how his moans falter when you moved just right in the thick and now humid air of the bedroom, and the sensation goes straight to your core. They're like a favorite song of yours, one you'd play on repeat over and over again until it's stuck in your head like an earworm.
"God, Tyler, feels so good-"
"I know, baby, I know. But don't come yet."
You furrowed your brows and before you could ask why he was already out from under you and taking you from behind.
"Tyler" You groaned, trying to process the loss of him inside you as you regained it again almost simultaneously. He held you up and closer to him, relishing the feeling of your warmth as you buried your head in a pillow.
"Fucking hell," He rasped, his voice breaking and his neck craned so that it could rest in the nape of yours. The sound of skin on skin was so loud, almost overpowering the sound of his voice—but it didn't, and you were more than happy you could hear it.
"Harder, Ty, Please," You pleaded through broken moans.
You clenched around him in a manner so desperate, cunt fluttering around his cock, you didn't have time to tell him you were cumming, screaming into the pillow. Like greased lightning you finally found yourself falling over the edge, your orgasm snapping like whiplash. His name fell from your lips again and again like gospel and the feeling's enough to make pass out, a ring lingering in your ears as you collapsed under him. He followed mere seconds later, soaked with you, furthuring his head into the crook of your neck with a strident cry as he bottomed out. His hips were firm against yours before he fell atop of you, panting weakly with his voice hoarse in your ear.
"You tired now, pretty girl?"
When he barely got a hum in response he rolled off of you, pulling your bare body towards his as you fell deeper into sleep.
This was a nightly routine, your favorite game—a wicked one, but one you could never lose.
for my loves @saintsinnereject and @secretlocket <3
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★ Lye Kisses (A Tyler Durden Oneshot) ★
[gn! reader]
Tyler had somehow convinced you to join him in his raggedy, mold-filled basement. He mentioned that he needed someone to help him test a new experiment- which you really did try to back out, but he forced you anyway. He's not the type to let you off the hook easily, or at all.
You scrunched your nose as the fumes of various and unidentifiable chemicals hit you straight in the face. Did he really just make soap, or was he trying to blow up the building? Who knows.
"Stand here, right in front of the table," Tyler said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You awkwardly complied and he put his large, transparent safety glasses on, glancing at you to make sure you stayed put.
He wiped his palms on his pants and leaned over the table, taking your hand in his.
"Tyler, what are you doing?" you asked, attempting to pry your hand away.
"Stop moving, this will only take a minute."
He glared at you with such intensity that you immediately stopped resisting. You knew that he could snap all the tiny bones in your hand if he so wished to, so you decided to not go against his "experiment," where you were the guinea pig. Not surprising, honestly.
He licked his lips and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.
You furrowed your brows and inspected his movements, "What is this?"
Tyler simply flashed a grin and held up a white jar before quickly saying:
"This is a chemical burn."
He poured the contents of the jar onto the shining wet kiss on your hand. Your brain didn't have enough time to register what was happening. It burned and seared a thousand times worse than getting splashed by boiling water or accidentally touching a hot pan.
You convulsed in pain as you writhed and thrashed your arm around. You felt the pain through your veins as if it was traveling and spreading throughout your body. Skin was bubbling and making fizzing sounds as you watched it nearly melt away.
Tyler was calm and collected, as usual. It didn't seem to phase him.
"It'll leave a scar," he explained.
You grinded your teeth together like a metal fork on glassware.
"No shit, jackass," you exhaled sharply. You didn't even know if you could inhale any oxygen into your lungs, and if you couldn't do that, you'll suffocate. Breathe.
You breathed in and imagined that you were on a grassy plain, the world was blissful, and you had no chemical burn. You breathed in and then again and again and again until you hyperventilated. Now you were lightheaded, from breathing too fast and the unending searing.
Tyler shook your arm, "Stay with the pain, don't shut this out."
You grimaced and bit the skin on your lip until it busted open and bled. Any other injury would be better than what Tyler just imposed on you. You knocked over a few items off the table in an attempt to loosen his grip.
"NO! NO! GOD!!" you screamed.
"Look at your hand! Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing!" he said sternly.
Your flesh was burning off, and you tried to picture the grassy plains once more. You needed to get away; you couldn't focus on what was in front of you.
Tyler started to slam the table with one hand and yell at you.
"COME ON!"
Tears were blurring your line of sight, snot and sweat mixed together on your face, and it was far from a pretty sight.
"I get the point, okay? Please!" you pleaded.
He shook his head in disappointment.
"It's the greatest moment in your life, man, and you are off somewhere missing it!" he said as he threw something across the room.
You wailed and squirmed in discomfort. This had to stop. HE had to stop.
"SHUT UP! Listen to me," Tyler shouted, ripping his glasses off his face and slamming them to the ground.
You were shaking in pain. Every part of your body felt like it was on fire, yet numb. You wanted to throw up. You wanted this to be over.
Tyler spoke gently, "This is not the worst thing that could happen."
You looked at him with tear-filled eyes. You were a pathetic excuse of a person.
"It isn't?" you asked in a whiny, desperate tone.
He leaned in closer to you and kissed your temple.
"Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children ... so be it!"
"OKAY I GOT IT STOP STOP!" you begged, knocking over buckets and soap bars.
Tyler held your hand firmly, "Listen! You can run water over your hand and make it worse ... or, LOOK AT ME! Or you can use vinegar to neutralize the burn."
He was serious, you knew he was. Tyler wouldn't lie about that. And you trusted him despite him shaking unwanted chemicals on your hand.
"PLEASE LET ME HAVE IT! PLEASE!"
To him, you were nothing but a test subject. To him, you were everything. To him, you were someone that needed to hit rock bottom.
"First, you have to give up," he whispered. "First you have to know, not fear, know, that someday you're gonna die. Until then? You are useless."
You spit on his face as you screamed, "You don't know how this feels!"
Tyler smirked and held up his right hand where there was a clearly visible scar in the shape of his lips. He rested his cheek on his hand and looked into your eyes- seemingly adoring how helpless you appeared.
"It's only after we lost everything that we are free to do anything."
"Okay ...," you nodded.
You concentrated on your hand, the burning and bubbling flesh, the way it smelled, the scar that would follow, the sweat dripping down the sides of your face, and most importantly, what Tyler had explained to you.
He released his tight grip on your wrist and slowly slid his hand out from underneath your own.
Standing upright, he grabbed a large jug of what you assumed to be vinegar and poured it on your hand. Instant relief. Sweet bliss. You groaned as you collapsed and held your hand close to your chest.
"Congratulations. You're one step closer to hitting the bottom," Tyler said.
You breathed heavily on the cold floor of the basement. Tyler was now kneeling by your side and turning your cheek to face him.
"And that, my dear, was a lye kiss."
He kissed the top of your head and left you lying on the ground. This was your life, and you felt like it was ending one minute at a time.
[END]
#fight club#tyler durden#lye kiss#chemical burns#fight club fanfic#tyler durden x reader#i feel like tyler would absolutely destroy you at any given time#but he cares for you enough that he'll kiss you through it
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