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kausstar · 10 months

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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.

 2023 kausstar.

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renata-has-thoughts · 1 year

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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.

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mrs-mag1c · 9 months

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𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂'𝐒

RHETT ABOTT - outer range

Million Dollar Man

in which a mysterious, silver-haired cowboy rescues a young waitress who’s down on her luck

STILES STILINSKI - teen wolf

Warmth

No one expected you and Stiles to start dating. Come on, a rich vampire posing as a high school student who could’ve been a real-life Cullen? Fuck no. But, it happened, and Stiles fucking loves you - and your fangs - probably more than he should, and he wants to try something.

TYLER DURDEN - fight club

Wicked Game

you can’t sleep and Tyler doesn’t want to.

DARYL DIXION - the walking dead

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself

just Daryl being an ass man

Daddy's home

When Daryl comes back home from a week away, he doesn't want to sleep. He just wants you.

Daryl Being Soft

NEGAN SMITH - the walking dead

Batter up

it should have been obvious that batting lessons with him would end up like this.

Roll Like Thunder

Negan is your dad's best friend and the two of you settle some tension while on your family vacation.

SPENCER REID - criminal minds

Captive to crosswords

Spencer’s got you tied to a chair, but he’s more interested in finishing his crossword puzzle than finishing you.

Decoy

when you go after an unsub who catches students making out, the unit is called upon to resort to desperate measures. Or in other words, where you and Spencer become the decoy to catch a voyeur.

Bunny And The Beast

What starts out as Spencer taking what he wants turns into a dark obsession that begins to rule his whole life.

DEAN WINCHESTER - supernatural

Gripping Your Pillow Tight

Dean loves to dream of you. Night after night.

In The Rain

When Dean forgets to pick you up, the pouring rain is relentless on your walk back home.

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blondedmuse · 2 years

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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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bloodiedlamb · 2 years

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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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yourbiggestfear88 · 2 years

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looking for mutuals!

hey, i just made this account and im looking for mutuals.

ill be writing imagines and smut for literally anyone. try me

literally ill write for anyone i really dont care. just try me. i like writing, so if you have any imagines and requests send em!

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kimhargreeves · 1 year

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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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jenovascaino · 4 months

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lee jeno x reader

inspirado em clube da luta

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sabia disso porque lee jeno também sabia.

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

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

com insônia nada parece real.

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

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

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

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

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

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

você era uma mentirosa. uma turista.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— engole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#jeno lee #jeno scenarios #jeno nct #jeno x reader #jeno smut #pt br #lee jeno #nct dream #clube da luta #tyler durden

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kruegerspillow · 6 months

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Pick one 👀

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

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

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babycapitalist · 10 months

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��°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮💿 :

hello! i’m babycapitalist, i’m 18, she/they prns :0

𓆩♡𓆪 i love jschlatt, charlie slimecicle, yumi, scream (1996), fight club, american psycho, fall out boy, my chemical romance !! ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 𓆩♡𓆪 my asks r always open if you want to talk to me!!

anons : 🖇️, 🪬, 🐦‍⬛, 🎂, 🌙, 🐈

moots : judah, meri, vic, scarlett, honey, max, calvin, void, cole, joy, saint, charlie

#jschlatt #schlatt #schlatt smut #charlie slimecicle #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher #ghostface #fight club #edward norton #tyler durden #american psycho #patrick bateman #fall out boy #my chemical romance

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gatorbites-imagines · 3 months

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Hello! I was going to req some hc’s or like a drabble for the narrator/jack? Both SFW & NSFW if you can but if you can’t it’s fine ^^ (ur literally carrying the tag on ur back LMAO)

Jack/The Narrator x Medical Staff Male Reader

Drabble

I tried writing this from Jacks perspective.

I have to get used to calling him Jack again, since I had to call him Joe in my assignment, since that’s what hes called in the book. This is based off of the books ending, so maybe google it if you don’t know it?

I had the idea of the reader being medical staff a while ago, and id love to explore it more with both Jack and Tyler, both as the same person or as separate people. No smut, but I hope that’s still good :)

on the shorter side, but enjoy

Heaven was a slow and dull place. Cold white walls, cold white floors, cold white clothes, bland tasteless food and angels watching over you, making sure you ate every bite and checking that you took all the tasteless little tablets in tiny cups. Their eyes would bore into you as you swallowed down the little things, some even wanted to see under your tongue to make sure you had taken them all. Just follow orders, open your mouth please, life your tongue, to the right, to the left, thank you, you can close your mouth now.

The only angel that mattered in this place was… him. I could never remember his name, even though he wore a nametag like every other angel. The only thing I could remember with certainty was his eyes. Unlike the other angels and God who looked at me with badly hidden fear and disgust, he looked at me with patience and warmth, so warm. I don’t even think my mother ever looked at me with that much care.

He was the first angel I saw when I woke up, his hand holding mine, his thumb rubbing light circles over the scar on the back of my hand. Over Tylers scar. I couldn’t speak the first month or two I was here, almost blowing your face off would do that to you, but he was always patient to me, waiting between his questions like I somehow had the ability to answer.

Even when I felt so empty and hollowed out, he would show up, turn me over and wipe me down, because I had become so invalid, I couldn’t even wash myself. Even the space monkeys that wandered the halls as cleaners or whatever else seemed to like him. My angel. My guardian angel.

Hes poor you know, he does this because he loves us low lives. His dad offed himself in front of him when he was a kid, his mom overdosed in the bathtub when he was a teen. His aunt that took him in beat him. Hes just as lowly as us, but he’s so kind, even us space monkeys, he always takes care of us Sir, you’ll love him Sir.

Sir.

That’s all they call me, waiting with bated breath for him to return. For their messiah, for their God Tyler Durden to return. But all that was left was me, a loose-limbed scarecrow of a person, all jagged edges, and shadowed eyes. My angel always made sure I took the pills, I didn’t even care if he made me swallow cyanide, poison or some other drug that would leave me braindead. As long as he caressed my scarred cheek with those warm careful fingers afterwards, and spoke to me in that soft voice.

He must have noticed how I preened under his praise, because my angel kept praising me from then on. Soon thoughts of Project Mayhem and Space Monkeys and Marla meant nothing. As long as my angel was there to hold me when I wailed and seized through the different treatments, nothing mattered.

My angel made my insides twist and warm in ways neither Marla nor Tyler had ever made them twist. The medication God made me take made it so I couldn’t get hard, but I swear if I could, just thinking about my angel’s lips would have left me rock solid.

I wanted him to stay with me, but apparently that wasn’t advisable. He had other souls to check on, others to shine his light upon. But I never wanted him to go. He always caressed my hair before leaving, telling me to be good before he returned, and so I was. The time without him blurred together into a mess with no meaning.

Simply waiting for my angel to return again.

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kausstar · 1 year

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ᯓ ✶ HIS WALLPAPER SECTION OF YOU ◞ tyler durden.

headcanons + drabble tags female reader. nsfw content. unprotected sex. big dick! tyler. slightly unrealistic! cervix fucking. tummy bulge. creampie. smoking (and not the good stuff). ꒰ photos tyler would save as his wallpaper of you ꒱

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

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

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

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

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

3. tummy bulge : same night as #2 — phone already in both hands, tyler cannot handle how good you felt. he could barely keep himself upright without holding onto something so he choose your waist. he removes one hand from his phone and moves the other to your waist and his thumb pushes onto your stomach as he’s trying to keep himself steady. as his thumb is pushing onto your stomach he feels himself moving in and out of you. the feeling feeling on his thumb makes him look down to see himself puncturing your tummy. he could only groan and take a quick picture.

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

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

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

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

 2023 kausstar.

this is kinda reminding me of my wattpad days and i’m scared 😟.

#⋆ 𐙚 ₊ ˚ star #tyler durden x reader #tyler durden smut #fight club #tyler durden

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renata-has-thoughts · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t say.”

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

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

“I-fetching,” he managed to get out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re drunk, Tyler,”

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

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

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

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

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

“We should…go to the bedroom, Ty,”

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

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

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

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

“Y’want my fingers? In you?”

“I said ‘hand stuff’, didn’t I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feels good?”

You nodded with desperate feverence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Could you’ve expected m-me not to…?”

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

“Yes, Tyler, you can,”

“Thanks.”

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

End

Reposts and comments are more than appreciated

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

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mattey-stu · 9 months

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THIS MASTERLIST DOESNT MATTER ANYMORE.I HAVE MADE ANOTHER ONE.PLEASE CHECK THAT ONE ON THE TOP OF MY BLOG.

MASTERLIST:

FOR DISCLAMIER: I ONLY WRITE X MALE!READER.

AND I MIGHT WRITE SHIPS TOO.

THIS WILL BE UPDATED

RIVERDALE

FP Jones

none yet

Jughead Jones

None yet

Archie Andrews

None yet

SCREAM:

Stu Macher:

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

Billy Loomis:

The confession

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

Mickey Altieri:

None yet

Randy Meeks:

None yet

Charlie Walker:

None yet

Ethan fucking Laundry Basket (Ethan Landry):

None yet

Roman Bridger:

The Soundtrack: Roman Bridger x male!reader

SLC PUNK! :

Steve 'Stevo' Levy:

The party

Her0in Bob:

None yet

SENSELESS:

Tim Laflour:

None yet

Five Nights At Freddys:

Michael Afton/Schmidt:

None yet

Steve Raglan/William Afton:

None yet

ANIMAL ROOM:

Doug Van Housen:

None yet

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

Rodrick Heffley:

None yet

SAW:

Adam Stanheight:

None yet

Daniel Matthews:

None yet

Mark Hoffman:

None yet

Lawrence Gordon

None yet

Peter Strahm:

None yet

INSIDIOUS:

Steven 'Specs' Fisher:

None yet

FIGHT CLUB:

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

Tyler Durden:

None yet

The 'Jack' Narrator:

None yet

Thank you for reading!

Ill age up all the characters when im writing smut.

Bros got that ass fr

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esmestarz · 6 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ INTRO ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

about me ─ ★

esme

she/her

infp

bisexual

i can play on the electric guitar and piano !!

i used to do ballet but now i do belly dancing

i love listening to music esp metal (any type tbfr) and rock, my fav animal is a cat and I'm pretty sure that's it

stuff

if you want me to write for a character that isn't on the list feel free to ask me and I'll write for them if possible <3

i will write smut, fem reader, gn reader, platonic and romantic relationships

i will not write rape, incest, gore, threesome, gang bang, teacher x student, male reader, character x character, character x oc, poly relationships, specified race reader

what and who i write for ─ ✧･ﾟ*

MOVIES ─ ★

black swan

- nina sayers

- lily

diary of a wimpy kid

- rodrick heffley

harry potter

- hermione granger

- harry potter

- draco malfoy

- luna lovegod

- ron weasley

- theodore nott

- tom riddle

scream

- tatum riley

- sidney prescott

- billy loomis

- stu marcher

- samantha carpenter

- tara carpenter

- amber freeman

- anika kayko

- ethan landry

- gale weathers

- jill roberts

- kirby reed

- chad meeks-martin

- mindy meeks-martin

life as a house

- sam monroe

awake

- clay beresford

casper

- casper mcfadden

fight club

- marla singer

- tyler durden

star wars

- anakin skywalker

- padmé amidala

narnia

- edmund pevensie

- peter pevensie

seasquatch squad

- jeremy sumpter

SERIES ─ ★

pretty little liars

- emily fields

- alison dilaurentis

- hanna marin

- spencer hastings

gossip girl

- blair waldorf

- serena van der woodsen

- georgina sparks

outerbanks

- rafe cameron

- sarah cameron

- jj maybanks

- kiara carrera

- pope heyward

- john b routledge

seaquest dsv

- lucas wolenczak

the babysitters club

- sam thomas

- kristy thomas

- stacey mcgill

- claudia kishi

- dawn schafer

shameless

- carl gallagher

- fiona gallagher

- debbie gallagher

malcolm in the middle

- malcolm wilkerson

- reese wilkerson

- francis wilkerson

my babysitters a vampire

- rory keaner

- ethan morgan

- sarah fox

ruby and the well

- sam price

- mina amani

- ruby o'reilly

KDRAMA ─ ★

all of us are dead

- choi nam-ra

- lee su-hyeok

- lee cheong-san

- lee na-yeon

- nam on-jo

sweet home

- yoon ji-su

- lee eun-yoo

- cha hyun-soo

KPOP ─ ★

aespa

- karina

- winter

- ningning

- giselle

twice

- nayeon

- chaeyoung

- momo

- mina

- sana

- jihyo

- dahyun

- jeongyeon

- tzuyu

le sserafim

- sakura

- yunjin

- chaewon

- kazuha

- eunchae

gidle

- soyeon

- minnie

- shuhua

- miyeon

- yuqi

nmixx

- sullyoon

- lily

- kyujin

- haewon

- jiwoo

- bae

new jeans

- danielle

- haerin

- minji

- hyein

- hanni

GAMES ─ ★

the last of us

- ellie williams

fatal frame

- yuri kozukata

- rui kagamiya

cry of fear

- simon henriksson

resident evil

- leon s kennedy

- jill valentine

- ada wong

- claire redfield

- bela dimitrescu

#who i write for #intro post #fanfic writer #my stuff

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