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blue-sadie · 4 months

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The Revengeful

Cecil Dennis x Birthday Girl Reader

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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 · 5 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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kittyofalltrades · 1 year

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CECIL + UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATER + SMOOCHES

Ugly Sweater

Cecil brings you home an ugly sweater. This honestly got outta hand if you find the plot let me know lol

Word: 2761

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Warnings: Oral (F and M rec), fingering, semi public fingering, no underwear, pet name (Puppy), blow job at a party, and Cecil crying

“An ugly sweater contest? Really, Puppy?” you asked Cecil softly from your spot on the sofa. Tonight was supposed to be your night to watch holiday movies and drink hot cocoa, but here was your boyfriend holding out a vile orange sweater to you. The sweater still had the price tag on it but it still managed to look like it had been run over.

“I’m sorry about the movie, baby, but Harry invited us and I didn’t want to say no,” Cecil replied, giving you a teary eyed gaze.

You closed your eyes against the sight of the tears flooding his eyes. If it were any other man, you’d think the tears were him being manipulative, but not Cecil. The man didn’t have a manipulative bone in his body and the tears were genuine. You opened your eyes to find a single tear trekking down his cheek making you feel absolutely horrid about even considering denying him what he wanted.

“C’mere,” you said softly, extending a hand to him.

Cecil rounded the sofa and practically climbed into your lap, pressing kisses against every inch of skin he could reach. He pressed kisses to your neck, cheeks, and lips in an attempt to please you.

“How long have you known about the party?” You asked softly.

“Just a little while, baby. I promise…maybe an hour. Harry called and said he was worried nobody would show…I told him we’d come,” Cecil told you between kisses.

You sighed and pulled off your t-shirt making Cecil reach for the cups of your bra to pull down, but you swatted his hand away. “Sweater.”

You might as well have been talking to a wall for all the good it did. Cecil nuzzled his face into the skin of your stomach from his place on your lap to look up at you from under his eyelashes. You looked down at the beautiful man pleading with you silently to allow him to touch you. You stroked his curls for a moment, savoring the softness before using them to tug him up your body. After a moment of shuffling he settled between your legs pushing your skirt up while he went.

“Tell me what you want, Puppy?” you whispered while he started up his circuit of kisses again. “Tell me what you need.”

“You, please… wanna touch you,” he whined. He started to kiss downward, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts but not pulling down your bra like he’d tried to earlier.

“Where do you wanna touch, Puppy? Wanna touch my tits? My pussy?” You asked in a hushed tone.

Cecil’s walnut colored eyes widened at your words. You’d never offered to touch him on the sofa before. Instead, you’d drag him to your room before initiating anything sexual. Sometimes, you would let him play with your tits on the sofa but never more. Just the idea of you allowing him to touch you on the sofa had him hard in an instant.

Cecil leaned back to look at you, searching your face for any deception before nodding vigorously. “Wanna touch your p-pussy…please…”

You guided Cecil’s hand under your skirt and between your legs. He found your unobstructed core already soaked for him. With a small whine, he ground his hard cock against the sofa cushion, subconsciously seeking pleasure while his fingers rubbed across your slick entrance.

“That’s all you want, Puppy? Do you wanna lick my pussy?” you asked with a tilt of your head and a slow smile.

“P-please,” Cecil pleaded while his hips jerked faster against the cushions. You watched as he let out a strangled moan of pleasure before his hips stuttered to a halt. You took his face in your hands to give him a sweet kiss.

“Did you just cum for me?” You asked against his lips.

Cecil gave you a shame filled nod. You had obviously planned to fuck him on the sofa and he’d gone and messed it up. Tears started to well up in his eyes again as he looked up at you, making your smile widen. He was so damn pretty when he cried.

“Don’t be ashamed if you felt good,” you told him gently. “But now you need to make me cum. Can you do that, sweet boy?”

Cecil gave an enthusiastic nod, “I’ll do anything for you, baby! Whatever you want.”

“Isn’t the mess you made uncomfortable? Why don’t you take those off?” You motioned to his pants.

He gave you a nod and climbed off of you, giving you a chance to shift forward on the sofa into a more comfortable position. While Cecil stripped, you brought your fingers to your core and started to work your clit between your fingers. The action made Cecil freeze in the middle of undoing his pants, his t-shirt and hoodie already discarded on the floor.

“Undress, Puppy, or I won't let you make me cum. You want me to cum, don’t you?” you asked in a high breathy voice. You spread your legs wider so he had a clear view of your fingers before you pushed one into your entrance with a small moan. Under his watchful gaze, you fucked your fingers quickly. The level and volume of your moans increased as you worked yourself closer to orgasm.

Before you could cum, you stilled your fingers to look at Cecil. His fingers were still frozen on the button of his jeans, having forgotten he was supposed to be undressing at the sight of you. You cleared your throat, making him spring back into action. He jerked his pants and underwear off before picking up his t-shirt to wipe away the mess around his cock. Once he was naked Cecil knelt between your legs.

“Can- can I please…” he stammered while he stared at your pussy. He stared at it like it was his last meal and it made your insides tighten.

“Only if you promise to make me cum,” you told him. “If you don’t, well we’ll have to figure out a suitable punishment.”

You hooked your leg over Cecil's shoulder, pulling him into you. He dragged his nose along your clit and a desperate moan slipped past your lips. Propping your other leg over his broad shoulder as well, he dove in and lapped at your core, smiling at the small sounds you made.

You fisted your hand in his curls pulling him impossibly closer. When just his tongue wasn’t enough, you rolled your hips higher, dragging your clit over his nose with a heady moan. If you’d been on your bed, you would have climbed on his face just so he could bury his nose in your folds, but here on the sofa you’d take what you could get.

“I want your fingers, Puppy,” you demanded.

He pulled his face away to look at you, “You want my fingers in your cunt?”

The word was said almost innocently enough, but still you tugged his hair until his head was tipped back and your eyes met. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Cecil cast his eyes downward and mumbled out an apology. He tried to pull away from your grip on his hair but it only made you tighten your fingers, bringing tears to his eyes and a small moan slipped past his lips.

“Say it again,” you demanded.

In a show of dominance you never expected from him, he raised his eyes to yours again, “I said ‘do you want my fingers in your cunt’?”

At the word cunt, he pushed two fingers into your sopping entrance, pumping into you quickly. He curled his fingers like you’d taught him, seeking the tender area that would make your knees buckle if you’d been standing. His thick fingers stroked over your g-spot while he brought his mouth back to your clit, sucking as he passed his fingers over your sweet spot again and again. A brush of his tongue against your clit sent you toppling over into your orgasm with a filthy shout. He pulled his fingers from your core to lick you clean with his tongue.

You dropped your legs open and away from his shoulders, giving him leave to move away. He stood with a small groan revealing his erection to you with a hopeful smile.

“I made you cum, baby, can you please touch my cock now?” He asked sweetly.

If he hadn’t promised Harry that you’d join him at the party, you just might have. But you were feeling a little cruel. You shook your head ‘no’ at him and watched as the pout started. Oh, your poor sweet Puppy. He had made you finish but you wouldn’t let him cum a second time.

“No, Cecil, we have a party to get to. Can you pass me the sweater,” you asked, holding your hand out for the ugly garment.

He whimpered softly but did as you asked. He looked like he was going to cry again but he managed to hold back tears as he gathered his clothes and retreated to his room to get fresh ones. You pulled the orange abomination on and straightened your skirt. It was long enough to cover you so you didn’t bother with new panties, and it would drive Cecil crazy, which served him right for inviting you to the party when you had plans.

Cecil returned in a sweater that looked like yours and fresh jeans. You held out your arms to him and he stepped in for a hug. You stroked his curls sweetly and lovingly, like you didn’t just deny him your body.

“I love you, Cecil,” you told him sweetly. “Maybe after this party, you can fuck me.”

You could feel his body stiffen for a second and then relax in your arm. “I’d like that, baby.”

“I’ll tell you a secret before you go if you promise to be good.”

“I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

You pulled away from Cecil’s embrace and gave him a sultry smile. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

His eyes widened leaving him speechless while you pulled him out of the house and to the car. Before you could climb into the driver’s seat he stopped you with a hand on your arm. “Can I feel, please?”

You hitched a leg up over his hip and guided his hand back to your pussy. He groaned softly while he worked his hand against your clit before you batted his hand away.

“Get in the car, Cecil.”

You dropped your leg and climbed into the driver’s seat. Thankfully, the trip to Harry’s was short, because Cecil’s hands and lips had started a circuit of the bare skin he could reach. When his hand pushed under your sweater you’d finally glared at him making him take his hand back and look down, shame covering his features. You almost felt bad but you couldn’t focus with how good his calloused fingers felt against your nipple. Being a breast man, he knew exactly how to push your buttons.

Once you arrived, you gave him another glare. “Behave.” The word was hissed just before Harry opened his door to grant you entrance. The way Cecil had told it, you expected the place to be empty, instead, it was packed full of people. You gave Harry a quick hug and pet his new pup before retreating to the table for food and drinks.

Once you’d eaten your fill of grocery store potato salad and deviled eggs, you leaned back in your chair and watched Cecil flit through the party, being his friendly self before he found you again. He gave you the sweetest smile, the one you loved to see.

Cecil sat next to you and his hand dropped to your thigh. You let him have that, knowing if he misbehaved you’d make him regret it later. When you didn’t speak, he took it as a hint to work his hand higher.

“So I talked to Harry and he said we could use his bedroom for a little while if we need to,” Cecil leaned over and whispered.

“And why would we need his bedroom?” you whispered back cheerfully.

Cecil glanced around covertly and slid your hand off the table and over his hard cock. You quickly took in your surroundings only to realise you’d been abandoned in the kitchen. You stroked his cock through the denim of his jeans for a minute watching as his eyes fluttered shut.

“If I suck your cock in Harry’s room, I’m going to punish you later,” you whispered. “But if you wait for later, like a good boy, I’ll let you cum inside.”

You watched as Cecil’s brain flatlined.

The poor man had a little bit of a breeding kink, he wanted to see you full and dripping with his seed as often as possible. He wouldn’t admit it due to his fear that you’d leave him, but being on birth control gave you the leeway to occasionally give him what he wanted. What he craved but wouldn’t voice. Or maybe it was you with the kink? You watched with a smile as he tried to decide between the two choices, instant or delayed gratification.

To answer your question, Cecil pulled you out of the chair and to Harry’s bedroom. You watched as he flashed a thumbs up to other man before he shut the door.

“Bad puppy,” you chastised as you knelt in front of him.

He fidgeted for a second before he started to undo his pants, you never called him a bad puppy and he wasn’t certain if he was ashamed or aroused.

Once his cock was free, you licked a stripe up his thick shaft before placing a kiss on the tip. You leaned away to look at his face, finding his eyes half lidded and his lips parted.

You leaned forward and took Cecil’s cock in your mouth, moving up and down his length slowly. The taste of his pre-cum filled your mouth, making you want to taste his seed on your tongue even more. You pushed his length as far into your mouth as you could, making a soft gagging noise that made him whine with need.

You liked the sounds he made and licked the underside of his cock as you pulled away to elicit more of them.

“You sound so pretty, Puppy. Bet you sound even better when you cum,” you told him happily. You stroked him, slowly teasing him, trying to extract more of his musical sounds.

“Your mouth…baby…please,” Cecil whined softly.

You took his cock back into your mouth at his whimpered plea. He put his hand on your head, gently pushing you down until your nose was nestled in the curls at the base of his cock. You held yourself there laving him with your tongue until your lungs cried for oxygen.

He released your hair, giving you a chance to breathe. He chewed his lip nervously even though his eyes were glazed with lust. He wanted more but feared he’d overstepped and worsened his later punishment.

“This one time, I’ll let you fuck my face until you cum, Puppy,” you told him with a sweet smile.

Cecil held your head fucking into your face unrestrained, making heat pool in your core. You were tempted to push up your skirt to relieve yourself but the idea of grinding your clit against his nose stopped you. You wanted the pleasure of his face over your fingers and you’d get it when you returned home.

“Wanna cum in your mouth, baby, please,” Cecil asked breathlessly while his hips started to stutter. You hummed your approval at his words. That seemed a sufficient answer for Cecil because soon enough, he was cumming down your throat with a soft cry.

You pulled off of Cecil’s cock with a pop and tucked him away. Standing to your feet, you placed a small kiss on his lips, happy to be the cause of the dazed and fucked out look on his face.

“You’re still in trouble, Puppy,” you told him while the two of you exited Harry’s room, making your way to the living room with the other guests.

Your appearance was met with a round of applause and congratulations on winning the ugly sweater contest. Harry passed you a small trophy and you resisted the urge to glare at Cecil. He was in so much trouble when you got home. The only thing going for him was that the abomination you wore was the winning factor.

#cecil #revenge for jolly #cecil revenge for jolly #oscar isaac

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jayke0 · 3 months

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RUFF RUF RUFFF RUFF

#cecil rfj #cecil dennis #cecil #revenge for jolly #rfj #cecil dennis rfj #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #moon knight #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

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female-hysterics · 8 days

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Masterlist

Steven Grant

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10- 11 - 12 - 13 - 14

Marc Spector

1 - 2

Jake Lockley

1 - 2

Moonboys

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Poe Dameron

1 - 2 - 3

Cecil Dennis

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 -16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20

Jonathan Levy

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Jonathan Levy/Reader/Mira Phillips

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Duke Leto Atreides

1 - 2

Santiago "Pope" Garcia

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my-secret-shame · 5 months

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Cecil Dennis

#cecil #cecil dennis #revenge for jolly #revenge for jolly edit #cecil edit #oscar isaac #oscar isaac edit #q #has this been done before? i don't know if i have new thoughts anymore of it they are just recycled #my stupid edit #(affectionate)

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foxilayde · 5 months

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22. “Look how good you take it.”

26. “Faster! Please, let me come!”

73. “God, you love it like this, don’t you?”

with sub cecil i beg of you🧎🏼

Well since you begged 😈

26. “Faster! Please, let me come!”

[Cecil Dennis x Fem Reader]

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ only smut. Sub Cecil.

“Baby. Oh fuck. You’re so hot right now.” Cecil bites his bottom lip and gulps heartily, adjusting himself as best he can against the restraints that you’ve locked his wrists into on the headboard.

You’re not sure if he’s referring to the feather in your hand that you’re using to tickle him hard or if he’s remarking on how hot your black vinyl outfit looks on you, pushing up your cleavage in the intimidating corset, complete with black fishnets and thigh high patent leather boots, or if its a combination of the two sights.

You’ve never put him in this position before, tied up, buck naked, laying flat on the bed, splayed in such a vulnerable fashion. It’s not like he needs the handcuffs, he’s perfectly happy to follow any order you give him on any given day, but there’s something about the way he jolts and jostles against the handcuffs, the metal clinking against wood, that gives you a self-assured satisfaction at having this pretty boy at your command.

His cock is stiff as can be, undervein pronounced and protruding, he twitches and leaks when you delicately trace the feather up and down his chest, teasing his peaked nipples and fluttering the feather town to tickle his balls.

“Uuuughhh” Cecil cries, bucking his hips into the fluffy tickler, trying with all his might to eek out any kind of friction.

You slap his cheek gently with the feather.

“You want more, desperate boy? Is my feather not enough for you?”

“More. Yeah. Please, more.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Cecil?”

Cecil whines out of his nose, his only response is to hump the air again and clang his restraints. You tut your tongue.

“Suit yourself.” You say to him sweetly, placing the handle of the tickler in his mouth like a horse’s bit. His teeth bite around it, eyes going wide and round, watching you intently as you climb onto the bed, running a vinyl gloved finger from his sweaty forehead down to his nose. You pat his cheek. “I’m keeping that in there so you don’t talk back to me, baby.”

You snuggle up to his side, thigh hitching up and over his leg, Cecil hisses and drools against the handle, eyes rolling back into his head when you slide your your stiletto boot clad leg up his thigh and over his groin, pressing your heel lightly into the base of his cock. His whole body shakes and breaks out in goosebumps.

“You like that, don’t you, pretty?”

He’s harder than ever before, you can practically see the pulse of his heartbeat pounding through his cock when you dig your heel in deeper.

“Answer me Cecil.” You pinch and pull one of his nipples in between your gloved fingers.

“Eehhhhpphfff” his reply is wet and nearly unintelligible behind the object between his teeth.

“Good boy.” You run your hand lovingly up and down his chest, making him buck into the heel of your boot.

“More?”

Cecil doesn’t wait for you to force an answer out of him, his neck strains with emphatic nodding and you take great pleasure in getting up and standing on the mattress between his legs. With utmost care you brace your hand against the ceiling for balance and toe the tip of his cock with your the bottom of your boot, letting Cecil lift his hips up into the sole of it, grinding himself pathetically between his lower abdomen and the black sole. You twist your foot down, causing his hips to drop to the bed and a breathy whine to hiss between his teeth.

“Hold still.” You command. Cecil is a good boy, for now, and doesn’t move his hips, but he does flex his fingers in a subconscious grabby motion. His cheeks are so pink now and you just want to bend down and kiss him on the red patchy flush spreading over his chest and face. He doesn’t buck up any more, you press your foot down firmly, and hold still for a moment before slowly dragging the sole up and down the length of him, occasionally pressing the point of the stiletto to the base of his shaft when the angle is right.

It’s precarious fucking work; balancing on one stiletto booted leg and jerking off your lover with the other, standing on a mattress. Thank god you have a steadying grip on the ceiling.

Cecil moans something indecipherable behind the bit of the handle.

“What’s that, pretty baby, what do you want?”

The phrase is garbled nothingness with his mouth restrained the way it is, and after a few pathetic attempts of his, you decide to practice benevolence and tell him to, “spit it out!”

He spits out the handle and gasps gratefully before whining, “Faster! Please let me come!”

There are fucking tears welling up in Cecil’s eyes and you decide to take pity on your pretty boy, he’s suffered quite enough with your teasing.

You lift your pointed patent black boot off of Cecil’s cock and fold down to your knees between his legs. You extend a shiny gloved hand to Cecil’s mouth. “Spit.” You command.

He breathes brokenly for a few beats, Adam’s apple bobbing— exhausted, before lifting his head and spiting into your palm pitifully.

“Good boy” you smile, he hums at that, letting his head fall back, and when you wrap your hand around his cock, using his own spit to stroke him firmly with the slippery glove, twisting your wrist up and down, Cecil shivers in appreciation.

He’s unrestricted from his vocalizations now, bucking his hips into your grip, profuse adoration spilling out of his lips, “thank you thank you thankyou ohh fuck ahhh ahhhhh!” When Cecil cums, you point his tip towards his chest, creamy white ropes spurt onto his abdomen. You squeeze him from base to tip in your slick gloved fingers, forcing every last drop out of his weeping head.

He shivers in relief, panting out of his pretty lips, eyes going dumb and blinking heavily at you, watching with dumb sated curiosity as you spread his slick semen all over his belly with your gloved hand. He knows what’s coming when you bring your fingers to his mouth, his chin already tipped open in anticipation. He sucks and licks your glove clean, clanking against his restraints once more when he attempts to follow your hand with and eyes-closed sucking motion like a baby searching for a nipple.

“You’re such a good boy, Cecil.”

He grins almost drunkenly, going slack against the restraints, a little streak of his own cum on his chin, “I’m your good boy.”

#Cecil Dennis x Reader #Cecil Dennis x You #Revenge for Jolly fanfiction #smut #oscar isaac characters

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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.

#brian petsos #oscar isaac #big gold brick #revenge for jolly #ticky tacky #lightningface #anselm vogelweide #lucien #cecil dennis #basil stitt #movie discussion #director #actor #fandom #can we please talk about this #movie review

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