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Cliff Booth fic please!! 💕🙏

Cliff booth x makeup artist!reader

a/n: oml thank you for requesting cliff!! literally the man that inspired the theme for my blog.

warnings: age gap (reader is of age)

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She never wanted to work in westerns, the movies are boring and long, and well. there’s no glamour.

just dirt, hollering and drinking. well then there was Cliff.

But before she met Cliff booth she did makeup for Rick dalton.

He’s a sweet man, a perfectionist for sure, but sweet. and his makeup isn’t all that complicated, just rub some brown coloured powder over his face and suddenly he looks like he’s been on horseback all day.

Today went as usual, the director gave her a couple of photos of how he wanted Ricks moustache for today’s shoot.

“you’ll have your hands full today sweetheart.” Rick told her as he sat in the makeup chair. She started unpacking her brushes from her makeup bag.

“what do you mean?.” She asked, racking her brain as if she forgot something she was meant to do today.

“my buddy and stunt double Cliff is coming in today. Didn’t anyone tell you?.” He told her, lifting his chin up as she applied glue to above his lip.

“no, i guess not. well that’s alright, i don’t have much going on anyway.” she reached over to her fake moustache hairs and started to place them on the glue.

“do you know if he has a latex allergy?.” She always asks this after a mishap that happened on another set..so it’s just better to make sure.

“no,no don’t worry that man is built like a rock.” Rick told her, did he know? no. but he assumed Cliff could be stabbed and walk onto set.

She finished his makeup, and Rick moved onto the hair trailer. She opened the makeup trailer door and saw a man with blonde hair and a charming smile.

“Cliff booth?.”

“yes ma’am.”

“i can take you in now.”

“perfect.”

He tossed his cigarette aside and folded his sunglasses into the neck of his shirt. He then stepped into the makeup trailer.

He had seen her a few times while dropping Rick off at set, he admired your beauty from afar not knowing how to approach, but now he has the perfect opportunity.

“alright, what are you putting on my face today.” he asked, sitting in your chair.

“moustache and dirt. and you’ll get your wig obviously.” She told him, lifting his chin with her finger to apply powder. His gaze was sharp on hers, never leaving her face as she did his makeup.

“so are you new to this makeup stuff?.” he asked her, his eyes flicking down to her bare legs under her skirt as she bent down to reach something in her bag.

“yeah, this is my first job on set.”

“you like it?.”

“yeah, it’s not my ideal genre, but it’s simple and good for practice.” She spread the glue above his lip, letting it get tacky before sticking the hairs and styling it into a classic western moustache.

“where would you like to work?.” he watched her focused face, her brows furrowed and she bit her lip.

“uhh, my dream has always been to work for someone like Brigitte bardot, someone with that bold and glamorous look. long moustache and dirty faces aren’t really my specialty.” She finished her work and stepped away from the chair to see her work.

“looks pretty good to me, but i think you could be the movie star yourself.” he looked at her and she stiffened. Was he flirting? no, why would this much older guy with the handsome face flirt with me?. she thought as she began to pack her bag.

“oh yeah? and what makes you say that?.”

“your beauty.” he said quickly.

She looked up at him and he grinned.

“i’m serious, i’ve been watching you for a while and i think you’re beautiful.”

“i’m sure your wife wouldn’t appreciate you watching me.” She leaned again the counter and crossed her arms over her chest.

(a/n: let pretend like cliff didn’t kill his wife..thanks!)

“Well i ain’t got a wife, so you don’t have to have any worry in your pretty head.”

“cmon, let me take you out. one date that’s all i’m asking.” his eyes softened on her, wanting to appear more innocent like.

“i am a professional woman, i cannot date you.” she told him sternly.

“oh screw profession. this is probably my last job anyway. cmon hun, let’s just try it.”

“i don’t even know you, i think you’re taking this too quickly Cliff.”

“well we have the date to get to know each other dont we?.”

He stood from the chair and ran his finger down her face and lifted her chin so her gaze was on his.

“oh fine, i’ll go on a date with you, you brute.” she smiled and he smiled back at her.

and that’s when she knew she was a goner.

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My best friends fr 🥹

Me when any of my moots ever

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Fuck, I need him

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My take on the apple trend 😜🍎

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( JAMES DEAN BBY ) brad pitt's characters masterlist !!

✧. ┊ rusty ryan. the best hands they are - or Mr. Ocean catching his golden boy buried in a stripper's tits /crack + suggestive.

✧. ┊ cliff booth. stay down - or cliff getting in trouble for having you between his legs while driving.

✧. ┊ david mills.

✧. ┊ sonny hayes.

✧. ┊ ladybug.

✧. ┊ louis de pointe du lac. companion - or Lestat bringing his dear Louis a companion to light up their nights (platonic!).

✧. ┊ tyler durden. sepparate masterlist!

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𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ coming soon !!! MINORS PLEASE DNI <3

1. overstimulation [dallas winston] - your teasing goes too far and dallas doesn't stop until you're shaking and crying into the sheets. 2. office sex [darry curtis x teacher!reader] - you're supposed to be staying late to mark tests, but instead Darry has you up on the desk proving just how unprofessional you both are. 3. brat-taming [boxer!tim shepard] - you mouth off to him after a fight and he makes sure to put you back in your place while in the locker rooms.

4. praise kink [steve randle] - he calls you a "good girl", not realising the effect it has on you until you're bent over in the garage. 5. biting/marking [tyler durden] - after you get a little close with someone at the bar, tyler paints you in bruises and bites to remind you who you belong to. 6. bar sex [dallas winston or buck merrill x bar tender!reader] - you're working the late shift, but instead of polishing the bar, you're seated atop it with him between your thighs, whisky still on their breath. 7. choking [darry curtis] - you're all attitude until darry wraps his hand around your throat and pushes you into the mattress. 8. mirror play [benny cross] - he keeps you in his lap, legs spread wide in front of the mirror, mumbling sweet words against your neck. 9. lap sitting/power play [ two-bit mathews] - while sitting in his lap at a party, trying to act innocent, you very quickly realise you've poked the wrong bear when his hands grip your hips. 10. degradation (dallas winston) - he calls you names that definitely shouldn't make you want more of him. yet you beg anyway while he sits and mocks you. 11. skinny dipping/pool sex [lifeguard!darry] - you sneak into the pool after hours with darry. you're both too lazy to move to the changing rooms and instead opt to go at it in the water. 12. size different [darry curtis] - his hands practically dwarf you, fingers stretching you just enough to draw little whimpers and moans from you. 13. dry humping [tyler durden] - he's fueled on adrendine, still fully clothed as he grinds against you like he's deprived. 14. shower sex [tim shepard] - he pulls you into the shower after a rumble and you decide to help him ease the lingering tension that remains. 15. hand kink [cliff booth] - while washing his car, you find yourself staring at his hands. he thinks it's nothing short of amusing when he's got you pressed against the backseat, begging. 16. orgasm denial [darry curtis] - everytime you're on the brink, he pulls away, promising "next time" and yet never quite giving you what you want. 17. semi-public/almost caught [dallas winston x bar tender!reader] - he pulls you into the alley behind the bar during your break. if anyone walks out, you're both screwed, but you find you don't care. 18. breeding kink [darry curtis] - i dont think i need to explain this one 19. thigh riding [cliff booth] - he's tired, you're needy. so you find a comprimise. 20. hair pulling [dallas winston] - you tugs his hair while he's on his knees and the response you get isn't what you were expected at all. 21. sugar daddy [cliff booth] - you want sommething expensive and instead of using your own money, you turn to him. of course, he expects you to say thank you. 22. spanking [darry curtis] - you misbehave and darry bends you over the bed, making you count out your punishment out loud. any slip up earns you a longer sentance. 23. face sitting [ dallas winston] - another one i dont think needs explaining 24. cock warming [tyler durden] - he's buried inside you, arms wound around your middle as you tend to a gash on his brow. 25. first time [benny cross] - it's slow, a little awkward, but tender nonetheless. 26. hate sex [dallas winston or tim shepard] - not explaination needed 27. lazy morning [lifeguard!darry] - he's meant to be leaving for his shift, and you're meant to be up for breakfast with yuor family. but time doesn't matter when you're wrapped in eachother. 28. sensory play [tbd] 29. jealousy sex [dallas winston] - you laughede at another guy's joke. dallas drags you into the bathroom to remind you who you really belong to. 30. bondage [darry curtis] - he binds both your wrist to the headboard and teases you until you're begging. 31. no idea !!

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So, where are your troubles now? Forgotten? I told you so~

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whoah, this girl’s kinda messed up… *follows her*

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★ welcome to. georgia’s digital diary

Interests — Music, F1, Cooking, baking, Brad Pitt, fight club, once upon a time in Hollywood, literature and film, kiyomi n micah,

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I’m a daydreaming, very very sweet teenage girl. (So please reach out if you’d like!) im bisexual, I have an anxiety disorder, and find comfort in media and fan fiction especially, I’m also a really big goofball, and I promise I’ll make you laugh! ♥︎ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

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Brad Pitt is David Mills in SE7EN (1995) dir. David Fincher.

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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