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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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

Jack “The Narrator” x Tyler Durden x male reader

Relationship headcanons I guess?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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issdisgrace · 1 year

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Bro Tyler Durden is so hot that I just wanna beat my meat to him

#tyler durden #the narrator #fight club #tyler durden x male reader #tyler durden x reader #the narrator x male reader #the narrator x reader #fight club x male reader #fight club 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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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

- Fallout - Cooper Howard (pre and post Ghoul), Lucy MacLean, Maximus.

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- Late Night with The Devil - Jack Delroy

- Renfield - R.M Renfield.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Euphoria - Rue Bennett, Jules Vaughn, Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard, Fezco, Lexi Howard, Nate Jacobs (nothing abusive).

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

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ghoulslove · 1 year

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im gonna start writing xavier thrope x dom!male reader and tyler durden x dom!male reader fics very soon cause there aren’t many 😭

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Kinktober day 24

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

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

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

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Kinktober day 10

Tyler Durden + Leather

Tyler Durden is like a disease or a very bad virus for me. He won’t go away no matter how hard I try, and I need him wrecked. I will always devour a reader who isn’t starstruck by Tyler and take all his bullshit, so this one is too.

Oh yeah Tyler and the narrator are two different people in this even though we don’t see the narrator, just thought I should add that. Readers also a big guy in this, cuz I like it. I also gave the reader some specific tattoos for plot, lmao.

This became a lot more than just leather stuff, so hope yall enjoy as I fell completely off-track writing this. Enjoy nerds.

Kinktober list

Tyler Durden, a name on the lips of every single member of Fight Club. It was whispered with the same reverence one would when speaking of a god, awe and worship in their voices as they looked around them as if the man himself would materialize out of thin air.

You had joined Fight Club a while ago, from your understanding this wasn’t the original place it had started, it wasn’t even the second or third. It was in the back of a mechanics shop, the garage cleaned of any cars and the tables with tools pushed away to the back of the room. You had become somewhat of a stable here, even surpassing who was meant to be the captain sent by Tyler Durden himself.

To everyone there you were almost untouchable, never buckling under anyone’s fist or kicks, always getting right back up and wailing on them with twice the strength they had tried to deliver onto you. To the captain, the space monkey, it was like looking at another version of Tyler, though you never joked or smirked, you never tried to butter anyone up or spread your ideals to them in sugar coated words.

And even though you had never tried to gain a following, a handful of space monkeys of your own, you got it. This group of fight club seemed to have ripped itself free from project mayhems claws and thrown them to the wind, turning to their new object of worship, you. Where Tyler Durden was only rumors and whispers, you were very real, your punches like revelations and your glare like the light of God shining down upon them.

You didn’t notice or care that they started calling you sir, or asked what their homework was, neglecting the captain apparently sent by Tyler Durden all together. You had always thought of the homework as stupid and useless, so you would always shrug and tell them to have a healthy number of meals, drink enough water, sleep well, things like that. You didn’t care for their attention, as long as you got to fight. And at this point, they would all crawl over each other for a chance to fight you, to feel your fists against them making bruises like psalms or bible verses stamped into their very being.

Your followers, your sheep as you had referred to them as once as a joke, must have started spreading your message, as more and more people joined your Fight Club. Soon there were too many people to fit in the mechanics garage, but one of the sheep there, as they had embraced being called, apparently knew of a place you could go. It was an abandoned storage facility, large enough to fit hundreds of people if needed inside, and at this point you wouldn’t be surprised if there were that many. You could never keep count as the members always seemed to change, like they were taking turns on who would get to be there when you were.

You had never joined fight club because you believed any of the drivel they spewed, you had been half drunk the first time you had stumbled into one, and had won multiple fights that night. It seemed as time passed and more and more sheep appeared, your name was lost in the process. After a while you were referred to as The Angel, The Demon, or even The Demiurge.

You knew where they got all these names from, as you had multiple tattoos that could hint at Christianity or something similar. Biblically accurate angels on your arms, demons down your legs, the leviathan curled over your hip bones and over your stomach, and a being of death on your back. You weren’t religious, you had simply gotten one angel tattoo when you were young because you thought it was cool and just kept up the theme. You were never much of a talker, so you never corrected the other men there when they referred to you as these titles. As long as you got to vent your anger through your fists, they could build you an altar for all you cared.

During all of this, the captain sent by Tyler Durden had disappeared and returned back to the house on paper street. Here he shared the news of the faction that had ripped themselves away and created their own system. How it seemed project mayhem had no control whatsoever, the only thing staying the same being the rules of fight club.

Tyler had not been home at the time the captain had returned, and it took weeks almost a month and a half before he came back. During this time, it seemed your sheep had reached out even further and infiltrated more of fight club’s other hideouts, spreading your message, and converting them to you. The space monkey that shared the information with Tyler did so with a shaky voice, his fists clenched by his side as he sweated, fearing his leader’s reaction to the apparent betrayal.

Instead of blowing up in rage Tyler had become interested, that evening laying in his bathtub thinking of what kind of person this Demiurge must be to pull the rug from right under him and steal what could be hundreds of his people. Not only that but your followers seemed to spread your message even faster than Tyler’s, more and more new people joining up to your branch than there did the original.

That Friday night he decided he needed to see it himself, the bubbling feeling of interest brewing in his chest. He had to see what was so attractive and drawing about this, he needed on an instinctual level to know who this other person was, the need burning deep in his bones and taking over most of his thoughts.

When he arrived at the empty storage facility, he was mildly intrigued at just how many people there were, and how many different people there seemed to be. Anything from the lowest of the low, to what looked like military men and judges lining the edges of the room. No one paid him any mind as he wormed his way through the crowd, making his way along the edges and keeping an eye out for whoever, their leader could be.

You had clocked Tyler the moment he stepped inside, you didn’t care who he was you just knew he was there for trouble, you could tell from the way he carried himself to the way he dressed. Your eyes traveled up and down his body, taking in the sheer almost see-through shirt half covered by a red leather jacket, and the tight leather pants dragged up over his thick thighs, the material stretching and pulling every time he would take a step.

Tyler caught your eye where you were standing against the walls, shadowed slightly by an overhang. You were wearing a baggy hoodie and grey sweatpants, the kind that looked baggy but left little to the imagination. He shot you that cocky smirk he was known for, and quirked his brow in interest when you looked away from him and towards the fight happening in the middle of the room, as if he was an afterthought.

It sent some kind of thrill through him, pushing him to search you out for the very fact that out of everyone here, only you seemed to notice he even existed. Worming his way out of the crowd with ease, he kept you as his target, Tyler’s eyes running over the shapes he could see through the fabric, his eyes lingering on your thighs or upper arms. Tyler was never one for performative muscles, but it seemed you had gotten yours from wailing on others instead of at a gym.

You heard him before he reached you, the fake leather of his pants announcing his presence as he neared you. When you looked over at him again, he smirked again. As he was closer you could see the chipped tooth of his, and the many bruises that seemed to litter his body from head to toe. He purred a greeting before leaning against the wall, turned towards you as he had to crane his neck to look up at you.

You pulled dismissively at your lip as he tried to start conversation, the attention of the men around you laying heavily on the two of you, not that you cared, but Tyler certainly noticed. As the fight in the middle of the room stopped, Tyler grinned at you and said, “Since it’s my first night here, why don’t we fight?”, a giddy excitement burning in his eyes, as if the concept of fighting was something he wanted more than a man wanted sex.

You looked down at him, quirking one of your brows before giving a slight shrug and an “alright”, motioning towards the center of the room with your head as you pushed off the wall and started making your way there. The many men in the room seemed to part as you approached, like the black sea parted for Moses. Tyler was starting to think he had found exactly who he was looking for, and when you pulled off your hoodie, revealing a shirtless torso underneath, he was sure. The tattoos and bruises on your skin told him he had the correct man.

The air grew tense, excitement running like electricity through it as the two of you got into position, both shirtless and shoeless. Where Tyler grinned and seemed giddy, jumping from foot to foot, you stood sure and silent, face completely blank. Your fight lasted longer than any either of you had been in in the past, Tyler growing somewhat frustrated as you never seemed to tire even a little. But it also made heat stir in his body, the leather of his pants doing a piss poor job at hiding how hard he was getting.

Tyler finally patted out as you held him in a choke grip, his vision almost going fully black before he called it quit. He could taste nothing but blood and couldn’t breathe through his nose after having it punched so many times. The men around the room cheered as you picked Tyler up from the floor and carried him out of the center, like one would a doll they found on the side of the road.

You made your way outside and threw Tyler into a chair, cleaning yourself up the best you could with some paper towels before pulling your hoodie on. Tyler made slow work of wiping the blood off himself, the shitty paper towels doing nothing to soothe his raw punched skin. The man couldn’t help but moan softly as he started cleaning himself rougher, the dry drag of the paper towels smearing blood over his sensitive skin.

He let his head flop back to stare at you, watching as you blew your nose to get some of the blood out as you shoved some gauze into your cheek where you must have ripped some stitching or similar during the fight. Glancing down your eyes met, and you huffed to yourself at the almost fucked out expression on Tyler’s face. His pupils were wide, and he was breathing through his mouth, his tongue peeking out to lick at his bottom lip every now and then.

He bit his lip, dropping the bloody paper towel on the ground to grab at his crotch, giving the tightly contained length a squeeze. He moaned out loud, his eyelids fluttering as he started massaging his length, his hips moving against his hand to try and get as much friction as he could through the material. You rolled your eyes as the man seemed to busy trying to fuck his own hand to really care that he was sitting shirtless and shoeless out in the open of some junkyard, his hair a mess and his nose definitely broken.

Tyler moaned when he was suddenly grabbed, lifted out of the chair with ease as you sat down, turning him around and dropping him in your lap. You had one of your thighs between his own, the sudden movement grinding his crotch against you. He groaned, forcing his hips down harder to drag his length against your thigh, the tight leather of his pants only making it more painful for him.

Reaching up, you grabbed his chin and turned his head to you. His eyes were half shut as he chewed at his lip, blood bubbling up and running down his chin as he gave a hard bite at a cut your fist at left earlier. When your thumb ran over his bottom lip, he let go of it to slip his tongue out and drag it against your finger. You stayed silent as you pressed your thumb up and into his mouth, Tyler immediately curling his tongue around it and sucking, hollowing his cheeks and pressing it as far into his mouth as possible.

Tyler let his eyes fall shut as he kept sucking on your thumb, slurping as spit ran out from between his lips and down your wrist. He groaned as you grabbed his hip with your other hand, moving him faster against your thigh, his cock giving a pathetic twitch where it was held tightly in place by the leather. Tyler let out a noise similar to a gurgle as he grew closer, his eyelids fluttering as his hips twitched in uneven motions, his sucking on your finger growing more desperate.

When he finally came he moaned, his mouth falling open and releasing your thumb that you pulled away, a string of spit connecting from his lip to the tip of your finger. He ground his hips down roughly against your thigh, choked noises leaving him as he could feel the cum spreading on the inside of his pants, the leather growing uncomfortable at the motion.

Reaching up you cradled his face in your hand and he leant into it like a touch starved cat, quiet moans leaving him as he rode the afterglow of his release. He let his upper torso grow useless as he flopped forwards, resting his head against your shoulder as he breathed, moving his hips in tiny motions as he muttered gibberish against the fabric of your hoodie. He was starting to see the appeal, Tyler decided. Maybe he would have to come back sometime soon to observe you again.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Fight Club narrator is irrevocably in love with me but can't bring himself to say anything about it and I put my dumb ass in Fight Club but Tyler Durden has his eye on me now. How would narrator react to knowing this, and how would Tyler pursue?

Narrator “Jack” and Tyler Durden x Male reader

Headcanons

The Narrator is referred to as Jack in this. When I wrote this, I imagined Tyler and Jack as their separate people. I tried to write the reader in a way that would catch not only Jacks but also Tyler’s attention, hope that’s okay.

This became a lot longer than I had planned, so I hope you enjoy :)

Tw for some mentioned homophobia. Mentions of violence (its fight club, so duh), nsfw mentioned but not described.

I'm always open for more fight club requests if anybody is interested. I know it's a pretty small fandom but ya know. I like it.

- Jack had been dragging himself through the grey and repetitiveness that was society when he met you for the first time. A new person had joined the multi-billion-dollar company that Jack had slaved away at for who knows how many years.

- You had been set up in the empty cubby beside Jack, the one that had been empty since his last coworker moved on to another mindless soul sucking job that paid a little extra.

- He had been typing random letters in a document, trying to force his insomnia heavy eyes to stay open, his head drooping every now and then as if the weight of his brain became to much for his neck to bare.

- Jack came to after you had already left to collect the materials needed for your desk. You had only been by to place your bag and leave your jacket. He heard people mutter and whisper, their voices muddling together into a wall of useless sounds, the kind that no matter how hard you tried, you could focus on enough to understand.

- Jack felt something swell in his throat as he saw you as you went by the opening of his cubby. He could now see why people talked about you that way. You had multiple piercings and tattoos, the ink curling up your neck and crawling the back of your ears, as the fake stones in your piercings twinkled.

- When you stepped back onto the floor, the whispers went quiet. A ringing noise filed Jacks ears as the sound suddenly left the room, an air of fake politeness filled the room like the gas from a stove left on too long. All it would take would be some comment, or any sudden movement to be the spark that would blow it all up.

- Your hair was styled in a way that was unprofessional by most sheep’s standards. It was spikey but still manageable. In a way that no one could really punish you, as it didn’t break the clothing rules. Letting his eyes roam over you, he caught a flash of colour on your hips.

- There, on your hips, you wore a colourful belt with spikes and buckles. And from one of the many buckles, hung a keychain of a rainbow flag. Jack could see the looks of disdain and disgust on his coworker’s face. As if your very presence was an insult to their existence, to their grey boring lives that followed the same patterns every single day.

- Jack could hear the mutter of Jenny, the 60-year-old, thrice divorced mother of 4, whose children never visited her anymore. He had her use a slur under her breath, venom lacing her words as she asked why someone like you had to work here.

- From the returned mother of Peter, married but unhappily, he would come in every day and complain about his wife and how she was unbearable. It was obvious he hit her. You were a hire from the higher ups to make the company look more “inclusive”, as “your kind” was becoming more accepted.

- When you smiled at him, he felt a warm flutter in his otherwise cold and empty chest. It was like a flower unfurling its leaves under a streak of sunlight. He tried to smile back, but he knew it looked awkward. He must have been some sight, with the dark circles under his eyes and sunken in appearance.

- As you looked to the side, your eyes meeting his, it felt as if Jack was struck across the face. It felt as if your fist met the side of his jaw, your ring covered fingers carving indents into his flesh and blood pouring from the damage.

- But you just smiled and introduced yourself. Jack politely replied, welcoming you to the company. He felt his heart give a lurch as he caught the appearance of a tongue piercing as you spoke.

- You grinned at him and made a comment about how you would be cubby neighbors, so you’d have to get along. Jack smiled, a little less tense this time, and made a smart remark about how he was sure you would get along just fine.

- Some days you would style your hair different, wear different piercings or change your hair. You even started wearing intriguing and colourful ties as the employee rulebook said nothing about colour.

- You were like a flash of light, a breath of fresh air or the relieving feeling of Tylenol kicking in and washing away a day long headache. You were a streak of colour in the otherwise grey and ice-cold world. You were warm and exciting. Nothing was ever the same being your cubby neighbour.

- Jack kept up his work friendship with you, the warmth in his chest turning into a bonfire, later growing into an almost unstoppable forest fire. The smoke rising and filling his lungs and causing tears to gather in his eyes as the soot blinded his vision. But through it all he could still see you, your hand reached out to him as you handed him a stapler as he had lost his own.

- Jack had even stopped going to support groups, as your very presence seemed to fill whatever hole it was, he had in his chest, tho he still had an impossible time sleeping. You were like a balm or an icepack on his otherwise painful existence.

- When you one day came to work and gave him a present on his birthday, the forest fire grew even more, the flames consuming hundreds if not thousands of miles or privately owned property, tearing down the million-dollar mansions and low-income houses that struggled paycheck to paycheck.

- He had never told you his birthday, but you just looked off to the side, a faint flush on your perfect face, at least in Jacks eyes, as you made some off hand comment about seeing it on the work calendar and since he was the only one at the office who seemed to like you, you felt like it would be a nice thing to do.

- Jack smiled, like really smiled as the warm feeling that he now recognized was love bubbled over, like a boiling pot of water, or acid mixed with the right chemicals. He shyly thanked you, and when you grinned and went back to your seat, he let the fluttering in his stomach be instead of surpassing it like he normally would.

- Inside the gift you had given him with a “Make your own soap” diy set with a sticky note ontop with some comment you had written about how “atleast making soap you get to decide, unlike this dump” and a winky face.

- Digging deeper into the box he pulled out a shirt, it was thick and warm and on closer inspection it was a hoodie. It was black and had multiple patches and artworks embroidered into it. The string it was stitched with was colourful and obviously homemade.

- In the hood was another note. In your recognizable scrawl It said “You always look so cold and small in ties and dress shirts. Its like looking at a wet, abandoned street cat. You should have something comfortable to wear”.

- Only you had been on his mind, and curling the hoodie to his nose, he could smell you. This has knocked him over and edge he hadn’t been able to cross in as long as he could remember. He couldn’t deny it any longer. Jack was madly and uncontrollably in love with you.

- Later that evening, Jack would lay awake in his bed, wearing nothing but the hoodie you had made for him. His forehead was sweaty, and his mind felt floaty as he had just had the best orgasm he could remember ever having.

- You filled everything inside of him. From his thoughts to his guided meditation safe place. Where in the past it had been a penguin telling him to slide, was you, in your out of work clothes, cigarette between your lips and telling him to live.

- Jack fell asleep to a bittersweet burn on his throat. He could never confess his feelings to you. It would destroy what little control he had over his life, and he knew you were so far out of his sphere that he would never have a chance.

- So, when the next day came, he acted like he always did, greeting you with a smile and tried to ignore the unbearable flutter between his ribs as you smiled back, a new piercing in your bottom lip.

- It was harder than he imagined, hiding fight club from you. Especially when you’d brush your knuckle over his bruised brow, your well kept and styled brows furrowed as you asked in to what happened.

- That’s when Jack met Tyler Durden, and everything went down the rollercoaster that was his Life. Jacks’ apartment was blown up, he moved into the abandoned building with Tyler, and they started fight club.

- Jack couldn’t help but look at the rings on your fingers, the gold and silver triggering the part of his brain that dreamt of being punched and hurt. He wanted nothing more than for you to pummel him into the ground, to kill him so he could be reborn yet again, this time to your kisses and touch.

- Things kept on as usual, tho you became more and more worried as Jack become more disheveled and unfocused at work. It was when Jack had apparently been beating bloody by the manager that you put your foot down.

- You had planned on crowding him against a wall and forcing out of him who had been hurting him, when you heard mutters of some so-called fight club. One of your coworkers, one of the lowest ranked there whose whole job was sucking up to higher ups, mentioned Jack and how he was a beast in a fight.

- Your brow gave a twitch as you forced the guy into a supply closet with you, and with some prodding and threats you got it out of him. Fight club. You even got an address forced out of him and the times Jack was there before you left.

- You ignored the side glances some of the other men gave you, knowing their eyes were all over your clothes and the way you carried yourself. Knowing it was a club for beating each other up, you had taken out your piercings.

- That Saturday you arrived at the bar your coworker had given you. You had arrived before fight club was so happen and had taken a seat in the back of the bar, eyes on the door.

- you were wearing low hanging jeans, so low the top of your hip bones was visible, and a short tank top, the shirt ending a few inches under your pecs. Over it you wore one of your sweatshirts, this one like the one you had made Jack. It was black, with multiple patches and smiley faces embroidered in many different colours.

- On your feet you wore well loved boots, and your hair was ruffled in a way that would have you sent home at work. You had even gone as far as smudge dark eyeshadow around your eyes and paint a sharp edge to your eyes with eyeliner.

- Normally at bars like this, multiple men would have already harassed you the moment you stepped in the door. But they had only seemed to size you up as you stepped in doors, some even letting their eyes falling to the exposed inked tattoo of your stomach and neck.

- Catching the eyes of one of them, he immediately turned his head in the other direction, his ears going red as he did. He was blonde, the kind that you could only get out of a box, even his eyebrows had been given the same treatment. And he had a large still healing bruise on his face.

- As they entered, the bar seemed to buzz as they started closing, tho only some men and mainly women left the building. As the group moved into the basement, you stood up and cocked your hip, letting your eyes roll over the many pathetic or desperate expressions. They reminded you of an addict about to get their next hit.

- When Jack stepped into the building, you almost got up and charged at him to force him to tell you what the hell this was about. But then the other man swaggered in behind him. He had greasy but spikey hair, and wore clothes you assumed he dug up at the same goodwill that you did, and from his lips hung a crumbled cigarette.

- As you walked down the stairs, you passed the man Jack had entered with. He stood as if he was greeting all the other men entering, but the moment his eyes landed on you, a cocky and lustful smirk pulled on his lips, as he let his eyes roll all over you.

- You did nothing but roll your eyes at him as you moved past. Scrunching your nose at the cigarette smoke he puffed out as he gave some flirty greeting to you. When you just quirked a brow at him and kept moving, he cackled to himself as if entertained by your uninterest in him and moved to the front.

- You took your place in the crowd, and watched as this man introduced the club and its rules, his eyes passing over you multiple times as he did. Beside him stood Jack who hadn’t seemed to have spotted you yet.

- Soon the fighting began, and you leant against a wall with mild interest. You could see the appeal sure, but you liked fighting just two people, since it felt even better with no audience.

- Jack choked as you stepped into the ring, working off your shoes, jacket, and the piece of fabric you called a shirt. He could help the ugly jealousy that boiled through his shock as Tyler seemed to eat up every inch of inked skin you revealed to him. Tyler spat the cigarette between his teeth on the ground and squared up.

- Finally, as all the other new men had fought, Tyler stepped into the ring and called out to you. He went as far as to bite his lip and wink as he said you would be fighting him.

- “How about a bet” he purred as you cracked your neck and stretched your wrists and arms. When you quirked your styled brow, he grinned and wiggled his owns as he said “If I win, you’ll go on a date with me”

- You scoffed. “And if I win? Then what?”. Tyler kept grinning as he gave a shrug “Ill let you do exactly what you want with me”. You rolled your eyes and got into a fighting stance.

- Jack had to hold himself back from barging into the circle to grab your wrist and drag you with him out of the basement and bar. He couldn’t bare you being hurt, but most of all he couldn’t take the way Tyler was looking at you, or the obvious half chub in his pants as you struck him across the face, almost sending him flying with your strength.

- The fight lasted at least 15 minutes, Fists flying and blood splattering the ground. Soon Tyler was on his back, and you wailed on his face and head, punching him with the same strength one would their worst enemy. Tyler gagged and spat up blood, arousal, and something else fluttering his chest as you straddled his chest.

- It triggered something inside his brain that you were stronger than him, and even after fighting for 15 minutes, you didn’t even seem winded, even as Tyler was staring to lose consciousness. As he started to hear ringing and lose his vision, he finally stopped trying to fight back and went limp, announcing the fight was over.

- You pulled Tyler to his feet with ease, the man wobbling and crashing into your well built chest as he grinned up at you, tongue running over his bloody teeth as he squinted his bloody and bruised eyes.

- You rose to your feet with the ease of a ballerina, sticking out your hand to help Tyler get up as the deafening roar of cheers and hollers rose across the basement.

- “So, what do you wanna do with me” he purred, and you rolled your eyes and dragged him out of the middle of the room, letting the next two victims get a chance to beat each other bloody.

- You dragged Tyler to a garden chair at the edge of the room near the stairs, placing him down into it with little care even as he groaned, head rolling back and Adams apple bobbing.

- Jack couldn’t stop the glare he shot Tyler as the man clearly was showing off to you, trying to entrance you the same way he had all the other men in this basement.

- Your lackluster reaction only made the need inside Tyler burn brighter. He wanted you. You were bright in a way that none of these other pathetic space monkeys were. You were his perfect other half, Tyler knew it. And if the glare that Jack was burning into the back of his skull was making Tyler want to act out even more, so what.

- “Wait, you didn’t even give me your number” Tyler called, rolling his still dizzy head so he could look at your hips as you walked up the steps. Turning back, you huffed a chuckle, rolling your eyes and shaking your head before turning back around and leaving the basement.

- As the fights continued and you had checked that Tyler wasn’t going to choke to death on his own tongue and blood, you pulled on your shirt and jacket, shooting Jack a look before you went up the stairs.

- Jack could feel his fists shaking by his sides as he saw the flirty interaction with Tyler, who seemed to have caught the same infatuation with you that Jack himself had. If the dreamy look Tyler was shooting the door, you had just exited was anything to go off. It was either that, or you had given him a concussion during your fight.

- Jack bit the inside of his cheek, the taste of blood spreading to his tongue as he tried to suppress the bubbling jealousy and rage at the very thought of losing you to Tyler. Jack internally cursed Tyler, for daring to speak to you in ways Jack could only dream of ,you had just met and he seemed to already have worked his way into your good graces in a way that took Jack weeks.

- Tyler turned his head to Jacks direction, shooting him a bloody grin as if he had won some fight that didn’t involve their fists. As if he had won your affection and ripped it out from right under Jack. Tyler seemed to take some pleasure in the bubbling anger in Jacks eyes, the glint in Tyler’s eyes sparkling just a little bit more than usual.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Kinktober day 6

Jack “Narrator” + edging

I tried to write this from the narrators pov, but idk if it really turned out that good. Oh well, enjoy.

This can also be read as narrator/Tyler if that's your thing, seeing as the name y/n is only mentioned very few times.

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I could taste blood in my mouth, the metallic taste that made your gums water spreading all over my tongue. I could feel the stitching on the inside of my cheek giving away when I tongued at it, and I knew that my teeth had to be a bright red. I struggled to see out of one of my eyes, the one that had been punched in by the very man pulling at my cock, straddled over my legs as I laid splayed on the motel mattress.

I felt like a place or worship, an alter for the believing to offer up their sacrifice of bodily fluids. I couldn’t tell if I was the one being worshipped or if he was as he slowly worked his own cock, twisting his wrists like one would when trying to pull of the cork on a bottle of wine. He was so beautiful above me, looking down at me with a want I could never have imagined turned my way. Even covered in bruises and dried blood from fight club, (Y/N) was like a god. Maybe I truly am the worshipper and him the deity, laid here as the ultimate offering.

My jaw fell open as he let go of me once again, drawing me close and then letting go and drawing back like one would a car crash. Get close enough just to see the mangled corpses of whoever had been inside, but moving back when it was expected of you to help since you were closest. My arms and legs felt limp, aching from all the exercise earlier that evening, a dribble of blood running down my cheek as I tried to choke out begs, praise, words or worship and anything in-between.

He kissed me, rubbing his perfect hands up and down my chest where I lay, letting my tortured cock stand twitching and full of blood, like a criminal or war prisoner pulled out to be executed. The bag over the head was his palm as he pressed it against the tip, the chains his fingers down he slid them down the length, the torture when he squeezed and let go at just the last moment, forcing pained and pleasured noises out from my chest.

I felt like I was suffocating against his lips, his tongue running against my blood-stained teeth. I could feel him flattening his tongue against my missing tooth, rubbing against the empty spot it had been until it was punched out a while ago. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he rubbed his thumb against my cheek, brushing away a salty droplet of humanity, of suffering, of joy, or pleasure.

His thumb was in my mouth, the same one he had brushed away the tear. My vision blurred as I flattened my tongue against his finger, staining his perfect hand in my blood and drool. I felt like a person disrespecting a holy place, like I was spray painting satanic symbols on a church, but (Y/N) was smiling down at me, his eyes soft and his lips delicious. His lips were slightly stained with my blood from our kiss, and it made me shiver.

I moaned like I had been punched when he wrapped his hand around me again, slowly working me up again for the I don’t know how many times. I swallowed around his thumb, trying to work him deeper into my mouth, down my throat, work him all the way inside me so that maybe I one day could be even quarter as good as him.

I grasp (Y/N)s wrist when he tries to withdraw his hand, internally saying my prayers when he let me, let he move from his thumb to swallow his other fingers. I let my tongue rub over the ringers on his fingers, the metal mixing with the blood still in my mouth. It feels like enlightenment when he moans, his middle and pointer fingers spreading as I push my tongue between them, our eyes meeting as more tears run down my face.

He moves his hand around me faster, his grip tight and almost punishing. I have no control of my hips as I thrust into his hand. I feel like an animal, humping whatever it can to meet its instinctual needs to spread its seed. I gasp as (Y/N) removes his fingers from my mouth, my tongue hanging out of my open mouth like a chick waiting for its mother to regurgitate half digested food down its throat.

But its not food that enters my mouth but his tongue as he kisses me again, his spit and blood covered fingers pinching my nipples. Even as I grow closer, he doesn’t let up, the burning feeling spreading all the way from my cock to my toes to the top of my head. The noises I let out sound pathetic even to my own ears, but he seems happy with them as he works me faster, muttering against my lips to cum, to show him, to spill all over myself.

And so, I do, my vision blackens as I feel as if I’m somewhere completely different, floating in the clouds like some kind of sick sinful angel thrown from heaven. I can feel him jerking off, how he crawls up to sit above me again as he spills over my spent cock and abdomen, his cum mixing with my own and making the tremors in my body grow. I feel owned and loved, like I was always meant to be here beneath this man and covered in his seed, like my entire purpose is simply to worship and pleasure (Y/N)

I still cannot move my body when he cleans us up, a pained whimper leaving my lips when he rubs a wet cloth over my spent cock, the feeling going into a pained mix of overstimulation and the kind of pain one gets from being pummeled into the ground for hours. He kisses me and pulls me to his chest when he lays down, caressing my face with his thumb and I melt into him, leaning into his hands like a touch starved loyal pet.

I exhale a sigh as he kisses my forehead, sleep gripping me in its clammy hands, the same hands that seem to always abandon me, as it pulls me under little by little. His heartbeat and breathing the perfect lullaby that lulls me away.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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*breaks fingers* time to write out my Tyler Durden fantasies.

but fr i really need to write some tyler durden x ftm reader, its like a deep need in my bones.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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I'm kinda curious is anybody would want to read this idea I've had for a while. So the reader joins fight club and wrecks Tyler's shit, but is immune to all his manipulations. And Tyler wants him so bad because of this, but the reader could care less about him. But instead the reader likes jack/the narrator, and it makes Tyler all messed up cuz he's so used to getting whoever he wants and not Jack of all people getting them. (Jack and Tyler are two different People in this)

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Tyler durden and Jack/the narrator is now added on the list of characters I write for. I write them as separate characters or the same character, depending on your request.

I'm gonna lgbt-ify fight club.

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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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gatorbites-imagines · 3 months

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Man i should write a fight club fanfic where the reader is one of the doctors taking care of the narrator when he's in the psyche ward at the end of the book....

But should the reader have been part of project mayhem, or a complete outside person? Should Tyler start appearing again because of Jack's clear possessive and jealous character? Much to think about.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Kinktober day 7

Angel face + Teasing

I changed day 7 from Brahms to angel face cuz I really couldn’t find the will to write about the guy, so angel face it is, since he’s been on my brain for the past few days.

This is written in a headcanon format because the will to write has been escaping me today, and its easier this way. Hope yall still enjoy though. I sprinkled some Tyler in as well, as a treat.

Kinktober list

- You met the first-time during fight club, like many other people there. There was just something about you that stood out from the crowd. Where Angel Face stood out because of his hair, you stood out from the very way you carried yourself to the way you dressed.

- You caught eyes wherever you went, even down in this dusty basement you seemed to be the main star. You had even caught Tyler Durden’s attention it seemed, as he called out to you for your fight during your first time there.

- To Angel Faces surprise, Tyler called on him to be your fight partner. Angel face saw how eyes from all around rowed up and down your naked torso, trying with only their eyes to lick up from your abdomen to your neck.

- Fighting you was better than any fight Angel Face had been in before, he knew he was hard in his jeans after the first fist to his face, he started throbbing when you grabbed him by the neck with one hand and threw him against a column and rained hell down on him.

- When Angel Face finally called quit, you helped him to his feet with ease. He clutched close to your chest, letting you wrap your arms around his small waist as you held most of his weight.

- �� Even from his busted-up eyes, Angel Face could see Tyler Durden trying to devour you with his eyes, tonguing at the cigarette between his lips as if he was imagining licking the sweat and blood off you.

- Tyler told the two of you to get cleaned up, so you dragged Angel Face upstairs, grabbing both of your stuff before crawling up the stairs.

- Angel Face was still rock hard in his too tight jeans, his legs dead weight beneath him. He pressed his blood covered face against your chest, almost rubbing against you like an affectionate cat.

- When you reached the bathroom, you dragged the man with you inside and shut the door behind you. It was a single person bathroom, but it looked as run down as you’d expect from a bar like this. Throwing Angel Face down on the closed toilet, you dumped your shared things on a semi clean spot on the floor.

- The blonde man couldn’t help but just lean back and watch you as you started cleaning yourself, rubbing your knuckles clean and splashing water on your face and chest, trying to wash away his blood that he had coughed all over you.

- He could feel himself twitching as he watched your reflection, strands of his bleach blonde hair falling into his eyes as he breathed through his mouth, his nose too clogged up with his own blood to really work.

- When you were as clean as you could get you turned to him and looked him over, your eyes staying on his obvious erection for a moment longer. You moved over and pulled him up with ease, pushing him towards the sink.

- You pulled him to you, his back to your chest as you wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him standing, using the other to start cleaning him. You watched as his eyes rolled as you rubbed your wet hands against his chest, flicking his nipple as you ran your fingers over it.

- Cleaning his face posed more of a challenge with only one hand, but you got him mostly clean. When his face was cleaned up as well as it could be, he locked eyes with you through the mirror, his whole-body jolting and a moan worming its way out his throat as you grasped his cock through his pants, giving it a hard squeeze.

- Just as he was about to cum from your touch alone you let go, letting him fall to the floor in a crumpled heap as you redressed yourself and grabbed your things, sending him a smirk so attractive and teasing it would make even Tyler Durden jealous before you left.

- You kept coming to Fight Club, the both of you did. And you kept cleaning Angel Face up after fights, where you’d always palm or grab his crotch, pulling and teasing just enough to get him just on the edge, and then you’d leave.

- When Angel Face joined project mayhem you stopped seeing each other, as he was busy with the many jobs he had to do. But he could still at times find himself in the bathroom at the house, or at whatever place he could, jerking himself off and pinching and flicking at his nipples just imagining it was you.

- Then one day you were at the house on paper street, but you weren’t wearing the uniform and hadn’t shaved your head. Angel Face could see other space monkeys itching to snap at you, to say the rules Tyler had worked into them.

- That was until Tyler strutted down the stairs, his pants hanging lower on his hips than normal, and his shirt made of a sheer netted fabric that left little to the imagination. Angel Face could see the glint in Tyler’s eyes that he always got after a good fight, or when he had another great plan for project Mayhem.

- And seeing as Tyler welcomed you with open arms, the space monkeys had to accept you too.

- That was how Angel Face found himself at your mercy again, being teased and prodded, his nipples going raw from how much you would suck, bite and pinch at them.

- He knew his neck had to be littered in hickeys and teeth marks from how the others would glance at him, or how Tyler seemed to grin like a shark when he would see Angel Face.

- One night Angel Face had been paired up with you for his weekly homework, apparently, he had to go start a fight with a group and win. You had just tagged along for the shits and giggles. You got the great idea of dragging Angel Face to a bar filled with the macho men project mayhem despised and shoved the blonde up against the wall as you started devouring his mouth.

- It didn’t take long for the people at the bar to start glaring and spitting slurs at the two of you, but you just pushed your hands under Angel Faces black shirt and rucked it up his stomach, each inch of soft skin being exposed seeming to fuel the peoples anger more and more.

- When the fight broke out you fought alongside him, beating more of these people than Angel Face could ever have succeeded in himself. At some point the fight became so big you two weren’t even the target anymore, people just swinging on whoever they could.

- You grabbed the bleach blonde and pulled him with you, mostly carrying him like the first night you two met. A while later you pulled him into an alley and shoved him against the wall like you had up against the column all that time ago.

- He didn’t even have time to breath before you were on him again, your tongue licking over the inside of his mouth, the wet slurp sending a shiver down his spine. He could hear and feel you undoing his belt, and soon his cock bobbed into the cold night air.

- When you attacked his throat, he tilted his head to the side to give you more room, loud whines and moans tearing their way out of his mouth, little care for who could hear or see them.

- When you started jerking him off, he couldn’t control his hips, letting them jolt and thrust into your hands, the aches of the earlier fight, the taste of blood in his mouth, and the way your teeth and lips felt against his neck hurrying him closer and closer to his end.

- To his surprise you didn’t let go of him the last moment this time and he came, his vision whitening out as he moaned at the top of his lungs, white splattering your hand and the front of your clothes.

- You chuckled at the expression on his face, licking into his open mouth and curling your tongue around his own a last time before pulling back. You tell him to clean himself up as you peck him on the tip of his nose and make your way out of the alley, going in the opposite direction of the house on paper street.

- Angel Face gasped for breath as he tucked himself way, his legs still wobbly as he slowly made his way back to the house. When he got inside a couple of the other space monkeys looked him over but quickly went back to their business.

He heard a laugh behind him, and a hand patted roughly between his shoulder blades. Looking back, he saw Tyler grinning that predatory grin at him, the smell of cigarettes and soap filling his senses. “Hope you had fun, definitely looks it” he laughed, giving Angel face one last pat before he went on with whatever it was Tyler Durden passed his time doing

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