pairing: gn!reader(masc-leaning) / tyler durden
overview: despite your complaints, tylers always too soft in you. if he's not going to take initiative, then it seems like you'll have to.
tws: tyler durden himself, not beta read and written at 4 in the morning, please forgive me if it's garbage anon🙏🥹
the day starts off bland, all things considered. a casual day late into the spring,, some light rain that had already eased up in favor of sunshine and a nice breeze. on a day like this, after a rough night prior, tyler was content in lousing lazily on the couch, a cigarette between his fingers and his eyes fixed onto the cheap tv that sat on top of a barely standing table.
you sat on the other side of the couch, legs crossed at the ankles over his lap. you weren't focusing much on the tv, instead droning off into your own thoughts. lately, you had noticed that tyler seemed to.. baby you, for lack of a better word. compared to how he treated his groupies, friends, whatever they were,, he treated you like glass.
it was sweet, but you could take a little roughhousing too. you didn't want to be treated like a baby. you were a grown pup for crying out loud! it starts out small, unnoticeable at first. lightly poking him with your toe, to which he just gives your leg a light pat without looking away from the tv. it only peeves you more, so you give his thigh a rougher nudge with your foot.
finally, he looks over at you, cocking a brow. "what?" you only shrug. when he looks away, you're back at it again, kicking him harder this time. he grabs you by the ankle, jaw twitching as he looks back at you. your expression finally breaks into a smile. his own expression softens upon seeing it. "you play too soft." you say suddenly.
he blinks at you a moment, chin tilting up slightly as he registers the words. "whaddiya mean?" he cracks a slight grin. the grin falters when you somehow manage to launch yourself ontop of him, eyes wide with a toothy grin. you take the cigarette from between the fingers of his far-hand, stubbing it out in the ashtray on the old coffee table. he watches you with a quizzical smile until you take hold of his shoulders, using all your might to send the couch the two of you are on backwards with the both of you rolling away across the floor.
as the two of you come to a halt, his hand is already tucked under your head to keep it from hitting the floor too hard. it was sweet, once you noticed it. but you're quick to refocus yourself, rolling over to straddle him. "you're too easy with me." you complain again. tyler's brows raise slightly, smile remaining easily in place. "what're you on about, huh?" he questions, giving you a light poke in the ribs, to which you squirm slightly.
you grimace, giving his hand a light swat. "I mean, I wanna actually wrestle!" you puff. "without you babying me so much." you declare. tyler snorts at that. "wrestle you?" he began, bringing a hand up to your cheek, thumb swiping underneath your eyes. "aren't you a little too soft for that? your pretty skin'll bruise all nasty." he teased, giving your cheek a light pinch to which your expression contorts yet again. "I'm serious!" you growl, despite how unintimdating you appear. just how could he refuse when you make such cute faces?
in reality, as pretty as he thinks you'd look covered in bruises, especially from him, he can't help being concerned. he tends to get too into fighting sometimes, living proof wandering around the streets right now, on about their normal lives despite their broken bones or busted lips. he didn't want to get in too deep and actually hurt you like that. but you didn't seem like you were backing down anytime soon. he exhaled a loud sigh, the corners of his lips twitching up briefly.
"alright, alright fine. so long as it's just play." he relents with a grin, watching how your eyes shine with excitement. you don't wait much longer than that. no sooner than the words leave his lips, the two of you are rolling all about, elbows pushed into sides with a gentle undertone, palms shoved in faces to make the others head hit the ground. a battle for dominance, a sublte whisper feeds your thoughts, triggering an instinct once dormant.
your eyes flash, and he notices how your movements grow rougher, your hits getting sharper. he's immediately concerned, and goes to say as much, but the moment of weakness becomes your advantage. in the blink of an eye, you've got your legs wrangling his, halfway leaned onto one of his arms with one hand holding down his free wrist, and the other holding his head against the ground. it's an awkward, honestly uncomfortable position, but you maintain it. chest heaving, eyes wide to match his own.
rationality catches back up to you as your grip softens up, hands moving to rest on either side of his head. he grins slightly, and you can already hear his teasing words before he speaks them into existence. "must've been waiting to do that for awhile, huh?" your nose scrunched slightly before relaxing, an awkward smile twisting your lips. "sorry.. I didn't hurt you too bad, did I??" you're quick to start looking him over, pupils shrinking just slightly.
he shook his head with a snort. "I should be asking you that. I'm just fine, baby. promise." he reassures you, the muscles in your shoulders relaxing. after that it's quiet for a few long moments, just the two of you staring at eachother. finally, he brings his hands up to your cheeks, cupping them. you blink once, twice as you watch him close. he tilts your head down slightly, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.
you smile to yourself a second, that expression immediately replaced with surprise as you jolt back. "you bit me!" you yelp, eyes wide. he snickered. "what, like it's the first time?" he teased, hands moving to rest on your waist. "my forehead, you bit my forehead!" you're absolutely baffled. your reaction only causes him to laugh more, your cheeks flustering as a low growl leaves you.
"weirdo." your grumble in complaint. his laughter eases up into a light grin, shifting slightly underneath. "alright, cmon, down boy!" he jokingly commands. "I'm squished under here." he complains, despite easily lifting you up off of him as he sits up. "yeah, yeah." your reply, equally sassy as you pull yourself up off the ground, him standing beside you a moment later. you intertwine your fingers with his and he pulls you close, ruffling your hair because he knows it gets on your nerves only to give you a small peck on the side of your face afterwards.
again, sorry if this is super bad!! I wasn't sure if you wanted like hybrid!reader or just like, puppycoded!reader, and I also didnt know which version of tyler you meant so I went most popular.. realizing now I could've asked before writing but what's done is done.. 🥹
