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writefightandflightclub · 6 months

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“Yes man” (Cecil Dennis {fuck me, how did I get here} x fem!reader)

Summary: Blurby McBlurbFace. Mainly chat, slight fluff, smut, pining / friends to lovers vibes.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Warnings: alcohol consumption; drug use mentions (weed); smoking; dumbification of Cecil, I guess. Mommy kink if you squint. Public erections / handjob sorta, premature ejaculation / cum in pants. Mentions of dead fish but no fish were harmed. Actually, a surprising number of animal metaphors. Oops. Rimming I’m sorry that one snuck in very last minute Omg.

A/n: having a shitty mental health day (boo) and this Cecil blurb (whilst not my best) is my self-care ☺️ I don’t remember his character well aside from wet bloody cat boy, but I’m damn sure not rewatching that again so this will have to do 😅. Feedback appreciated! 🧡 (Is the rimming too much? 🙈) Not proofed and I’m almost positive autocorrect will have screwed me over.

Also totally inspired by @my-secret-shame’s meme and @foxilayde’s amazing blurb. I will not pretend to have had an original idea! 🧡

“Come onnnn, Cecil,” you whine, poking him in his soft belly with your index finger. He giggles lightly, almost like a hiccough. “It’s always me coming up with the ideas. What do you wanna do next?”

He turns his head as though in slow motion. Moves as if he’s underwater, this one - at least when he’s got food and several beers in him (which is most of the time). He looks up. Blinks at you; dumbly. “What do you mean?”

Eh. You’d really thought your statement had been quite clear.

You resist the urge to pinch his cheek and tell him It’s a good job you’re pretty.

“I mean, that I suggest things, and you go along with them.”

He blinks again. It’s like everything is just a little slower in Cecil’s world. Takes a little longer to filter through. It’s refreshing, in a way. He’s in no rush, and it encourages you to slow down too. To smell the roses.

Cecil is beyond easy-going, come to think of it. Goes with the flow like a dead fish. You’re pretty sure, in fact, that he’d go along with just about anything. With just about anybody’s hare-brained schemes, without once thinking through a single one of the potential consequences.

Scratch that - he probably already has done just that; which would explain a lot of the trouble he’s routinely gotten himself into since you’ve known him.

Though, you suppose, in a way that’s refreshing too. You always did worry too much.

Besides, he always seems to muddle through, somehow. Though quite how has you stumped. It’s hardly due to his charm or his smarts, now, is it? Even so, despite whatever attributes he is lacking in, you can’t deny that he must be doing something right. Trouble simply seems to slide right off the man’s back. Like water off a… well. A dead fish, you guess. What a versatile metaphor.

He blinks at you again. Maybe those big pretty cow eyes help, just a teency bit, to get him out of trouble, you would wager.

Look at him though. You’ve never seen anyone more relaxed. Practically horizontal as he’s hunkered down in the booth, seated next to you in the corner of your usual dive bar. Maybe there’s something to be said for all the pot and seedy hotel room fucks he indulges in. You bet his shoulders are inordinately loose. Maybe he really does have it all figured out, despite appearances.

As you ponder this, Cecil -eventually- makes a non-committal noise, before his bloodshot, glassy eyes flick back to the TV hung up on the wall. He is barely even watching it. Just letting it happen to him, like he does with most everything else.

That’s probably why you’ve never fucked him, you realise, like a bolt out of the blue. He’s pretty, sure. But you wouldn’t.

You don’t mind control - that’s not it. You don’t mind taking charge. But with Cecil? You think he’d take it lying down - a little too literally. If you’d ever suggested you and he fool around, you’d never know for sure. Never know if it really was his idea - a thought or desire he’d ever had before - or if he was simply far too agreeable and opportunistic to decline. So agreeable, that he’d let you ease your vagina up and down on his cock until you came on him. You were intrigued by the thought, sure. But you refused to go there simply because Cecil couldn’t come up with anything better to do.

You look at him, and immediately bat that thought - the vagina all over cock one - away though, as you regard his complete lack of gumption. It’s tangible. Look at him now, for example. He’d seemed to like the way the air from his non-committal noise had filtered over the neck of his bottle, tucked under his folded chin. Indeed, he is now pursing his full, curvy lips, and blowing over the mouth of it until a soft series of “hoots” fill your booth.

You fold your arms and sigh.

You reckon that will amuse him for the next ten minutes at least, so clearly, once again, Cecil’s not the one coming up with a plan for the remainder of this evening.

It’s not that you ever really have to do anything with Cecil to have a good time. It’s just that, tonight, you’re antsy, and it’s making your thoughts wander in directions. Down below his zipper directions, so help you.

“Beer’s empty,” Cecil states flatly, finally noticing after sucking on the bottle for a mo, poking his wet pink tongue around the rim like the little wet cat boy he is. Cute though. Does things to you.

Anyway. You register his statement, but you observe that no action follows. He doesn’t look at all like he plans to do a damn thing about it.

You decide to test your theory, then. Your theory that Cecil’s simply a dead fish swept along in your river. That maybe he doesn’t even want to be here at all. Never did. That you are just another something that happened to happen to him.

“Do you wanna go get Mexican?” you offer, with ulterior motives Cecil is not shrewd enough to pick up on.

His eyes tick back from the captivating, shifting lights of the TV. “Sure,” he smiles softly at you, perfectly content, it seems - and yet, you are less than satisfied.

“See!” You smack the palms of your hands together in triumph, and he jumps. Pushes himself up a little straighter in the seat, his palms disappearing into the worn, lumpy upholstery. “See what I mean?”

He blinks at you blankly. Again.

Clearly not, then?

“You just go along with anything I say. We ate two hours ago, Cecil,” you complain, recalling the all you can eat Chinese buffet you and he had gorged on with two coupons you’d cut out of the newspaper. You drop your hands to your lap, dejectedly. You’re getting agitated with him, which surprises you, in truth. And still… there Cecil is. Unflappable. Calm. Constant. There are pros to his cons, for sure. “I just… I never know if you actually like what we’re doing, you know?”

“But. You always suggest things I like. So why would I say no?” He shrugs a little. “Tacos are good. I like tacos. I like…” he hoots into his bottle again as he says the word. “You-ooooooh.”

You hate to admit it, but his answer has you stumped for a moment. Cecil’s statements may generally be simple. Uncomplicated. But they can be oddly profound at times.

Christ. Maybe… Does the man actually have a valid point? Or, perhaps you’re looking too hard for meaning in his words - it’s possible. You feel like you’ve spent a lot of time lately looking hard at Cecil, perhaps to justify your bizarre and inexplicable feelings.

Possibly you’re even projecting. His seeming lack of independent willpower would certainly make that easy enough to do.

Maybe the man has a point though. Maybe he’s not as “easy-going” as you think he is. Maybe you’re just coincidentally so attuned to his desires that he’s never had cause to deny you. Maybe you are aligned with his desires. One and the same. “What if I asked you to do something you didn’t like, then?”

You slurp up the dregs of melted ice through your straw and Cecil blinks again as though it’s taking all of his processing power. Damn, though. You’re surprised that the fanning of those endlessly long cow lashes didn’t cause the curtains behind you to billow in the breeze they threw up. “Like what?”

You shake your head. Touch his arm to placate him. “Never mind, Cecil.” Christ. If he can’t even think of a single Thing He Wouldn’t Like, maybe you can safely stick to your dead fish hypothesis. It’s all the same to him. Just happening to him. He’s not choosing you.

That particular thought, when it arrives, niggles you more than expected, but you quash the growing agitation which rides in alongside it.

Meanwhile, Cecil looks around, quite visibly thinking. “I wouldn’t get up outta this seat,” he states adamantly, his voice croaked from all the blunts he’s worked through today. “I wouldn’t like that.”

You believe him. He’s practically sliding down to become a puddle on the floor. Dissolving into the bar furniture; becoming one with the upholstery.

Your lips curl up into a tender smile, remembering one particularly ridiculous night at Cecil’s. The night involving a 3am bong sesh, culminating in him genuinely believing he had merged with the couch, becoming a half-human half-upholstery monstrosity. He had waved the two huge, puffy couch cushions around as though they were his arms, and he’d grabbed you up in the middle of them like a grilled cheese, sandwiching you and taking you down to the floor where the two of you had rolled and laughed until you’d cried.

When the laughter had subsided to only the odd titter here and there, and you had lain on his disgusting rug almost nose to nose? That’s the first time you’d wanted to kiss him, and it turned out not to have been the last.

Fuck. You are rather fond of this idiot, aren’t you? How the fuck did that happen?

Engaged fully now though - slightly more lucid than your fond memory- Cecil sits up. Still slouched but this time over the table, his forearms bracing him against the surface. As he moves, you get a waft of his layered, stale cigarette smell. It’s… confusing, in its appeal. Should be off-putting, but you find, in fact, that it’s a comfort.

“No? You don’t wanna?”

With a rush of affection you link your arm through Cecil’s, and he slumps his head on to your shoulder as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You weren’t ready for the way his knotted curls brush your cheek, and it inspires a similarly dense and tangled knot to form in your middle.

“No.” It’s the most sure you’ve ever heard him sound. “I don’t wanna get up.”

“A minute ago we were going for Mexican food, Cecil.” There’s a beat. “That kinda involves movement, you realise?

He swivels his head towards you then, gaze all doe-eyed and pathetic, and the proximity of him parroting on your shoulder knocks you for six. “You mad at me or something, Hottie from Walmart?”

You snort. He doesn’t always pull out that nickname for you - how you’d been known to him before you had been known to him - but it always makes you sentimental when he does.

He shifts from you then, tilting his body towards you. Scrutinising you with apprehension in his sweet face.

Fuck him actually, and fuck his pouty beautiful kissable lips most of all.

You sigh, and you deliberately soften your face. He’s easy-going, sure, but he’s sensitive. Trouble slides off of his back, but other things… other things don’t slip off quite so well, and he often gets like this. Like he’s done something wrong, when he hasn’t.

You actively resist the urge to coddle him. To tenderly rake his somewhat grimy but beautiful curls off of his forehead.

You hardly want to examine the fact he brings out your… motherly instincts; but it doesn’t escape your attention that he always seems like he’s craving just a little nurturing. You want to take your thumb and smooth out the creases in his troubled brow.

“No, Cecil. I’m not mad at you. I’d tell you if I was and we’d talk about it.”

He nods.

You’re not mad at him. Really. And so, you take pause to wonder why this happy-go-lucky trait of his is particularly irking you today. “It’s mostly a good thing, I promise.”

“It is?”

“Yeah.”

He looks pleased for a minute and then: “Wait. What’s a good thing?”

You want to kiss his stupid mouth until he can’t think. Which you don’t think would take long at all, actually.

“That…” You think about how to phrase it, and it quickly occurs to you. “That. You’re my ‘yes man’.” He is expressionless for a moment, and you wait for comprehension to slowly crawl over him. “I mean, Cecil,” you take his clammy hand in yours. “That it’s always fun with you. I mean that you never shoot down my ideas. Even when you probably should.”

His face splits with a brief - goofy, but wholly endearing - smile. “You have fun with me?”

His big cow eyes go all soft and wet.

Oh boy. This idiot. If you didn’t have fun with him, even just sitting on his grotty couch, what other reason could you possibly have to hang out with him, huh?

You open your mouth to say as much before thinking better of it, but for once Cecil beats you to it.

“I have fun with you too, Hottie.”

It’s another one of those moments of levity that you’ve experienced surprisingly often with Cecil. One of those moments where everything feels a just little more profound. A little more magical. Sometimes, Cecil gets you in the gut just a little harder than expected.

Great. And now you’re thinking of Cecil all up in your guts.

“I should think so - I’m awesome. But, right now? All I’m saying is…” You tap your noggin. “Tank empty. No ideas. It’s your turn to decide what we do tonight? Okay?”

You search his eyes. His big, beautiful, sincere and secretless eyes. You silently ask the true question you want to ask him. I want to know what you want.

You’re not yet ready to admit the questions buried right beneath that one: do you want me back? Could you? Would you, Cecil?

“Yeah?” Cecil responds, unsure, and you immediately worry that you have, in fact, given him too much responsibility. His expression compresses in a frown of deep, deep concentration. Like he’s really wrestling with this.

You watch with bated breath, dying to see what he comes up with - if anything at all.

And then - aha - he finally has it.

“I could jerk off.”

“Wha-?” You playfully bat him in the arm, aghast. “Cecil!!”

“What?” A surprised, contrite laugh bobs in his throat.

“I mean.” You swallow. “How is that an idea for both of us?”

Oh that’s your problem with his idea?

That it’s not participatory enough?

“You could help.”

Your jaw drops open. “Cecil! I’m not gonna-” you switch to a loud whisper “-jerk you off!”

He blinks again, his eyes glinting with a gentle - ever so gentle - flicker of amusement. “You’re not a yes man,” he complains softly, his curly lips sneaking up into a curly smile. “Always shooting down my ideas.”

He bats his lashes at you and oh boy - even Cecil must be starting to figure out that you’re a sucker for those big, pretty brown eyes. Your one true weakness.

“That’s really what you want?” you ask, trying to keep things light. To keep your tone jokey and jovial, like always, despite the rising tremor in your voice. “It would involve getting up, you realise?”

He winks at you - a gesture which seems entirely unlike him and yet somehow works - and smirks down at his crotch. “Already am.”

“If you’re really so uncontrollably horny, why don’t you get someone else around here to help you, huh?” Your heart skips a beat. “Why me?”

He’s looking at you like he wants you but… he’s an opportunistic guy. Goes with the flow. That’s how things come to him; he’ll take his cigarettes and beers and fucks wherever and whenever he can get them.

He unceremoniously pulls out a rolled blunt and lights it up, the filter end pressed between his plush pink lips.

“No.” It bobs as he talks and he takes little, peppered drags to get the burn going.

“No?”

You blink at him dumbly now.

“No. I only want you.”

Correction. That’s the most sure of anything you’ve ever heard him.

He slips forward, exhaling his smoke into your mouth as his lips caress yours. “Come on,” he encourages. “Get going. Before my penis turns into a couch cushion.”

He kisses your laugh, and as his tongue slides hungrily against yours suddenly it isn’t quite so funny. Suddenly, you feel like maybe Cecil has the best ideas.

“Right here?” You reach down, and you smooth your palm over the clothed bulge at his crotch. “In the booth?”

“I’m already barred. Heh. What are they gonna do?”

You smile at him, licking your lips as Cecil bucks up into your hand, his head lolling back against the lip of his seat, and his pretty eyes fluttering closed.

He groans, as your fingers snake to tease open the button at his fly.

“Oops,” Cecil whispers contritely, almost immediately, his cheeks and his ears darkening with a deep crimson flush as he looks over to you. “I just… I…”

Oh God. He just came in his pants, didn’t he? Oh Lord that makes you inexplicably hot.

His big, pretty eyes are wet with apology. “Are you mad?”

“No, Cecil.” Poor baby. “I just think I should take you home and get you cleaned up, hmm?” You next words all run into one, as you struggle to get your new genius plan out of your mouth. “Mayberimyoualittlewhatdoyousay?”

Did you actually just suggest that you take him home to rim him? Good Lord.

He blinks rapidly, the colour in his cheeks flowering more, like a beautiful rose unfurling. “Y-Yes. I say yes.”

It’s a hare-brained plan, for sure, but you decide that for once,

you might as well just…

go with the flow.

It certainly works for Cecil.

#I bet I cave and watch it again #cecil dennis x reader #cecil dennis #Oscar Isaac

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midgardian-witch · 6 months

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...free use with cecil but youre the one using him... eye twitching

Ooo I love this! Cecil is the type to get horny very easily so once you suggest a 'free use' policy he's over the moon.

You're bored.

That's usually how it starts when you hang out with Cecil, the novelty of the current trouble he is in fading out until you're left with him leaning into you, just taking in your warmth and presence like he could live off of that alone.

So if you're bored you might as well just fuck, right?

You lean into him, your lips brushing over the shell of his ear as you whisper: "Get hard for me, baby. I wanna ride you."

Cecil looks up at you, blinking slowly, needing a bit longer than the average person to process what you're saying. But once he does it's like a switch has been flipped. Cecil scrambles to get his cock out, fumbling with his fly as you simply watch him, amused by how eager he is. His dick is already half hard once he actually gets it out of his pants. He spits on his length before he starts stroking it like he is under a timelimit. He might as well be, you have left him high and dry before just for your amusement. Cecil really has no right to look that hot and pathetic at the same time.

His cock is hard in no time, twitching against his abdomen as he finally lets go of it. His sad cow eyes look up at you, begging you to use him like you said, to make him your little fucktoy (and maybe even let him cum if he's good).

You giggle to yourself as you straddle his lap, your clothes already stripped while Cecil got himself nice and ready for you. Without much preamble you sink down on his cock with a drawn out sigh, enjoying the feeling of being filled.

"Fuck- your pussy feels so good," he slurrs as you start a slow rhythm, bouncing on his cock at your own leisure. As he huffs and puffs against you, moaning like a cheap whore, you wonder if maybe you should just stay like this, warm his cock for a bit until he crys and begs you to move. Or if you should just ride him like you said before, using him to cum and then leaving him hard until you felt like round 2 was in order.

Either way you'd make good use of him.

#free use is a kink i need to use more often #it's very fun (and just so fucking hot) but i don't have enough practice in writing it (if that makes sense?)#cecil dennis #cecil dennis x reader #cecil dennis/reader #revenge for jolly #ask answered

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blue-sadie · 4 months

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The Revengeful

Cecil Dennis x Birthday Girl Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 8 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up on yours and your doppelgangers shared birthday and getting the best gift ever

Warning: table sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I woke up to the soft voices and illuminating glow of the TV, I shifted further back into the couch clutching the blankets tightly as I yawned blinking the sleep away my eyes drifted towards the uncovered window up to the dark stary sky.

I stretched out my arm to grab the phone that was on the table groaning as the brightness blurred my eyea it was 00:47 "what the fuck is wrong with me" I whined slowly sitting up yawning one last time I looked around the room it was a connecting lounge that had the dining room and kitchen on either side.

I stared dead ahead at the TV a boring horror was playing, I perked up hearing a car door shut was it in the movie or outside, it couldn't be in the movie because they were in the sewers and the sound effects didn't suit it "princesa".

I turned my head to the voice hearing keys jiggle and the door unlock "I got you presents" my eyebrows frowned but softened as I saw him walk down the corridor with a small box in one hand and in the other a take away back that looked to be from a mexican restaurant.

"Happy birthday" he smiled stopping a few feet away from me, my lips twitched as I snatched the phone from the table looking at the date "we all share a birthday" I whispered I quickly shook my head before turning to him smiling up at him "thank you" I murmured, he quickly came over placing the food on the small table and gave the box to me the smell of cheap beer and cigarette smoke filled my nose makingit crinkle a bit.

I took it carefully admiring the large bow that was settled on top a little note on it 'love you my birthday girl, love cecil', my mind wondered back to the boys my eyes fluttered shut as I breathed in deeply would they even remember my heart ached as I thought about it "hey what's got my birthday girl down" he murmured wrapping his arm around me as he sat next to me.

I turned my gaze to him smiling sadly "nothing just thinking" I said, he nodded and smiled again as he gestured to the gift "open it" I slowly slipped off the bow before turning off the gift to peel off the tape each time I got closer to the gift he got more excited his knee bouncing in anticipation, I took off the wrapping paper placing it beside me and stared at the black box.

I held it by the sides before flipping the lid up, my breath caught in my throat as I came face to face with a beautiful full necklace that sparkled in the dim glow of the TV "w-wow" I was amazed by the gift my finger tips glazed over the jems my eyes moved between the necklace and him "I don't know what to say" I paused "thank you" I smiled and he smiled back.

"I'll do anything for my birthday girl to be happy" he murmured moving a bit closer "but I'll ask just for a kiss for a thank you" he grinned leaning towards me, I rolled my eyes playfully before leaning in as well intil our lips met in a calm yet passionate kiss my hands slowly moved to his shoulders and his to my waist as I moved to straddle him, my legs settling on either side of him.

"But I could take something else as well" he said pulling back as his eyes slowly moved his way up my body only stopping when our eyes meet "could see it as interest or an early pay on your next gift" I laughed making him raise his eyebrow "what I think that's a great idea" he chuckled as he moved his hand to the curve of my ass.

He moaned into my mouth as his hands tightened their hold on me slightly pushing my bearly covered core against his bulge "maybe this can be your second gift" he groaned moving his lips to my neck his cainies slightly grazing my skin as he sucked on it surely leave a hickie or two "fuck Cecil" I groaned my hands slightly into his clothed shoulders.

"That's it birthday girl say my name" he grinned nipping at my skin making me gasp and turn my head to the side giving him more access to my neck "that's it" he growled as his hands slightly massaged my ass inching down my pj shorts his finger tips dragging themselves down my bare skin of my ass as he guided the shorts down my thighs.

"Even though I fucking love this position I think we need to get our clothes off" I whispered pulling my neck away from his lips he sighed deeply and bit his lips as he stared at the marks he made on my neck, his hands linked under my thighs as he stood up forcing me to lock my legs around him "fuck I don't think we can make it to the bedroom" he groaned pressing his bulging cock into my pussy.

He slide me onto the table and stood back, his hands pulled off my shorts and tank leaving me bare against the cold wood, a shakey breathe Leaving my lips as a shiver run up my spine and my hand clasped the edge of the table my eyes watching his hands drop my clothes to the floor before removing his own.

He slide off his shirt with ease dropping it onto the pile "you love watching me don't you" he grinned as he slowly slid his hands down his chest his nails slightly digging into his skin leaving a light red trail down intill it came into contact with his belt, his eyes stared at me as he undid his belt and pulled it out with a powerful pull he stared at the belt his eyes flickering to mine and a big smile pasted onto his lips as he shook his head placing onto the table beside me.

"I'll save that for another day" he said quietly as he slide off his pants and boxers kicking them off and into the pile, "now where were we" he murmured and stepping back in between my thighs his hands gripping them tightly "I think your about to fuck me" I grinned leaning forward and pressing my lips to his, he chuckled against my lips as one of his hands left my thigh and grabbed his cock running its head up and down my slight.

A wavering moan left my lips as he slowly pushed the head inside he clenched my thighs and pushed in further my hands went to grip his arms as we moaned, he slowly pulled out and pushed back in his thrusts slowly increased as I got used to his size "fuck baby" he groaned dipping his head down to my chest his lips latching around my perky nipples giving them a few licks and sucks before moving onto the other one giving them each a term.

"You are so good for me" Cecil muttered breathlessly as he threw his head back, his thrusts sending jerks through my body, I moaned out my hands tightening their hold on his arms "c-cecil" I whined clenching around him fueling his thrusts "keep doing that for me" Cecil muttered.

My eyes slowly went cross eyed as I slowly layed back down onto the wooden surface the coldness of the wood making me quiver I could feel myself getting closer to the edge "fuck" I cried my thigh muscles tensing as I felt the knot inside me break, my pussy clenched around him hard making it harder for him to do his final thrusts before cumming, he yelled out in pleasure buring himself deep inside.

"Fuck fuck fuck" he groaned as he slowly pulled out and leaned down to watch his cum leak out as sleep started to take over me I felt him dip his hands underneath me picking me up and pushing me against his chest my head laying in the crook of his neck as he slowly walked his way back to the couch my eyes slowly fluttering shut.

"If I get this as I thank you I'll make sure to get you a Dimond ring next time, I love you my pretty baby I hope you had the best birthday ever and remember it's not over yet"

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winniethewife · 4 months

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Getting drunk on Christmas (Cecil Dennis x reader)

A/N: A Christmas Drabble as a present for @ominoose hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Alcohol consumption, fluffy fluff

Words:439

“Finally some alone time, with my darling.” Cecil says as he re-enters the living room after bidding the guest’s farewell, His cold beer in one hand a glass of her favorite wine in the other. He smiles at his Fiancée who is still picking up wrapping paper from all the mornings festivities. She turns to him with a smile taking the wine from him, letting the cold liquid hit her lips as she looks around the well decorated home.

“It’s really a Christmas miracle we get through all this every year.” She laughs. Cecil’s family was always a little much, very sweet and kind but very rowdy and excitable at the same time. She was much more used to her family, a quieter lot, with simple traditions, but she loves them all either way. But now that they were gone, it was nice to just get a little time the two of them.

“You’re my miracle baby.” He says with slightly slurred speech. This wasn’t his first beer of the day, and this wasn’t her first glass of wine. His glassy brown eyes looking at her with drunken adoration. He wraps and arm around her as she sets down the bag of trash, he nuzzles his face into her neck as he pulls her in closer. She laughs at his antics as he pulls her closer.

“Cecil! That tickles!” She giggles. He laughs with her his breath on her skin. He playfully wrestles her to the couch, both of them slightly spilling their drinks on themselves as they horse around like they usually do. Their drunken laughter fills the room as Cecil begins to tickle her. The wine glass hits the carpet, the beer bottle forgotten as the rough housing and tickling quickly turns to making out. Her lips on his, His hands in her hair, holding each other close as they share an intimate moment. He pulls away for a moment before littering her face with kisses.

“I…Love...you…so…much!” He says in-between kisses as she smiles at him with half lidded eyes.

“I love you too, baby. You make everything better…every day I’m thankful to have you.” She kissed the tip of his nose and he looks at her with eyes wide and full of love. “Merry Christmas Darling” She whispers

“Merry Christmas Babe.” He smiles. He hugs her close before looking over her shoulder at the Christmas tree. Smiling ear to ear. This was all he ever wanted. To be happy, with her, domestic bliss. Year after year, for the rest of their lives.

I'll be getting drunk on Christmas, As long as I get Christmas with you

Masterlist

#cecil dennis x reader #Cecil Dennis #revenge for jolly #x reader #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac #fluff #cristmas #merry christmas #merry xmas #request #drunk on chistmas #darren criss #Spotify

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melodygatesauthor · 8 months

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iolaussharpe-24 · 25 days

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I've realized something.

Brian Petsos movies don't have a lot of fans. Oscar Isaac fans like his characters in Brian Petsos movies. We don't talk about Revenge for Jolly!; we talk about Cecil. We don't talk about Ticky Tacky unless we're praising Lucien and/or comparing/connecting him to Anselm. We don't talk about Lightningface; we talk about how pathetic Basil is and compare him to Steven Grant. We don't talk about Big Gold Brick unless it's to bash it, talk about the cast, and obsess over Anselm. I didn't think this at first, because I just assumed I was the wrong kind of viewer for Petsos projects (I previously mentioned that they kind of reminded me of Jim Jarmusch movies), but the more I've looked around online at reviews and discussions, I've been finding this pattern of negativity. It seems like everyone just kind of agrees that Brian Petsos doesn't really make good movies, but Oscar Isaac makes them worth seeing at least once. And, yes, I am aware that there are things Petsos has done without Isaac, but when you search 'Brian Petsos' the first things that come up are the ones that Oscar Isaac is a part of. This includes The Letter Room, which was written and directed by Elvira Lind but Petsos does have a part in solely as an actor. Even on his IMDb page, there's little to nothing about him but half of the available information is, and I quote, "frequently works with Oscar Isaac". In my opinion, that's pretty telling on it's own. I'm not trying to be mean here, I just think this is kind of an interesting thing to note. If you disagree, please let me know. I'd be happy to debate this. Personally speaking, I've watched Revenge for Jolly!, Ticky Tacky, Lightningface, and a tiny bit of Big Gold Brick. (For the record, I know that Petsos didn't direct Revenge for Jolly! but he wrote and starred in it.)

One thing I will say in Petsos' favor: There's very clearly a lot of genuine passion and love in his work and it does show. Interviews with him, the proud displays of nonsensical strangeness, and the fact that he's able to keep making movies all reflect that. You can tell that the people involved are having fun and I think that's the most important part. I think his weakness (to me) is that his projects feel like they lack something. Revenge for Jolly! didn't feel like it was going anywhere for most of it's runtime. Like it wanted to be and do something but didn't know how. It had fairly decent moments... in the first half. But those moments only landed out of shock value, and they very quickly became predictable. (Also, what was up with that bar scene?) Ticky Tacky and Lightningface felt flat. Like bread that didn't rise. Maybe they needed more time to really explore their premises and characters. Like, if we saw Lucien and Claire together before he finds out about the cheating, or if we get to know Basil before the lightning strike. Both of these are about people going crazy, but without that sense of who they used to be, it doesn't really hit that hard and leaves you wondering 'what the hell did I just watch and why?' This is one thing I think Revenge for Jolly! understood, because we get to see Harry, Jolly, and Cecil before the inciting incident of the movie. We get a sense of their relationships with one another. I can't speak for Big Gold Brick because I haven't seen it in full so I'm not going to bother saying anything for the bits I saw either. That's just not fair for anybody.

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