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Soapshipping Kinktober by Mimoresa
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club - All Media Types
17 Oct 2025
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I can‘t get enough of them so you have to endure it.
Just a bunch of different prompts I made up myself. You can still suggest some tho! I‘ll try to update as frequently as possible.
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02 Oct 2025
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anorexorcist (help me, i’m hungry) by guitargentlyweeping
Fandoms: Fight Club - All Media Types
02 Oct 2025
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on the relationship of the body, all the many ways to self harm and self destruct.
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02 Oct 2025
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Jack's Not-So-Perfect Plan by ReadingThisAt5Am
Fandoms: Fight Club - All Media Types, Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
18 Sep 2025
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The narrator has decided to kill himself.
Things don't go as smoothly as he hopes.
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24 Sep 2025
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obsession by PaintedVanilla for load_star
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - All Media Types, Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
07 May 2023
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Tyler, I say, breaking the lazy silence. Can I ask you a question?
Tyler scoffs. He doesn’t open his eyes, but the tiniest hint of a smile has manifested on his lips. “Sure, Ikea boy.”
I reach down, running my fingers through his hair. He still doesn’t look at me, so I ask, If we met on the plane the night my condo blew up, how did you know to blow it up?
Tyler finally opens his eyes. He looks directly at me, eyes shining the way they do when I’ve said something that excites him.
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26 Aug 2025
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you make me sick / you make me like it by fizzyfossil
Fandoms: Fight Club (1999), Fight Club - All Media Types
19 Aug 2025
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The first couple times she saw them, she reeled back in disgust. She was never too fond of the fight club scene. “You’re not still doing that, are you?” She spat. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
It didn’t take long for her to notice how perfect the gashes were. Not the kind of wild damage you get from a fist to the ribs. Too clean, precise, always in the same places. She’d still ask, but I wouldn’t answer. That was the game; she pretended I was fine and I pretended she wasn’t complicit. Now she doesn’t say anything at all, and I find new packs of bandages in the cabinet every time she comes over.
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20 Aug 2025

