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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 · 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

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melodygatesauthor · 7 months

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Hello Everyone!

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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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iolaussharpe-24 · 21 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.

#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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shockedemojiatsv · 11 days

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Cecil "*distracted, looking at the wedding platter of food*

Harry: ... you wanna continue??

Cecil: yes–

Harry: 's alright

Cecil: got a lil hungry

Harry: we just ate????

Cecil: I said I'm sorry 😒" Dennis

#🤯 random #cecil dennis #oscar isaac #revenge for jolly #cecil dennis revenge for jolly #cecil revenge for jolly #cecil dennis rfj #oscar isaac character #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #correct quotes #HAHA #hes so fuckable

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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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#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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my-secret-shame · 4 months

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#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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Eyes on Me

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Word count: 4300

Pairing: afab reader/Dieter Bravo/Cecil (Revenge for Jolly!)

Rating: so explicit. MINORS DNI:: Clicking read more implies your consent!

Warnings: Chastity play, orgasm delay/denial, public use of sex toys under clothing, pegging, canon typical drugs/alcohol use (so... A lot, but not in graphic detail), oral, anal, piv, established relationship - no condoms, cum eating, degradation play, subby boys/domme afab reader, no use of y/n and no descriptors other than having hair, enthusiastic consent, hand jobs, cock warming, a tremendous amount of fluff

Summary: Dieter Bravo is up for his second Oscar after Cliff Beasts 6 (shockingly) propelled him back into the spotlight. He's (mostly) sober and in one of his first solid relationships of his life. All he needed was a firm and indulgent hand. With you and Cecil, he gets everything he could hope for.

Or: You and Cecil are the other two thirds of Dieter's very- public polycule. You take care of him before and after a red carpet event, in your own special way. Both of your sweet, easy boys only ever beg for more.

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It's four hours until the Oscars and Lead Actor nominee Dieter Bravo, instead of being in a makeup chair getting dolled up by designer artists and enduring endless photoshoots, is suffering.

At least, to the untrained eye, he might be. You know different. You watch the tears break the waterline, dribbling into his ears, and smirk, petting Cecil for his hard work.

"Please-- please, mamí -- I need to cum," Dieter chokes, this stomach flexing hard, trying to drill his hips upward into Cecil's mouth. Cecil takes his whole length easily, his gag reflex long since trained out of him.

Dieter has you to thank for that, he knows. He's seen what you do with Cecil when he's across the world on a set and you're having fun at his house. You send videos and instructions on what he should do to himself when he watches them. When he's away, he watches endless loops of Cecil on a Sybian, deep throating a toy suctioned to the wall, or bound on all fours, his ass in the air while you toy him mercilessly, or on his back with no bondage but his own will, while you suck his cock slow and cruel, his whines and tears a symphony for Dieter to jerk off to in his trailer, alone.

Dieter just whines harder when Cecil moves with him, dutifully keeping the languid pace you set. He's fun, loves drugs and cutting loose and being goofy. Deiter adores him. But he's also a well-trained pet; nothing will make Cecil pause like the prospect of disappointing you.

You had both come into Dieter's life nine months ago, already together. He had met Cecil first, at a club where the guy was trying (and succeeding very well) at bumming drinks and hits off joints from the crowd at large. Dieter had watched him for a long moment that felt suspended in time (he had been high as fuck-- it could have been barely a minute) before he motioned the pretty young thing over. Cecil had been rumpled in jeans, boots, and a tee shirt, but his face was gorgeous, and Dieter had liked his energy. When he asked Cecil to come home with him, Cecil had straightened.

"My lady won't like being left out," he had said, which had struck Dieter square in the chest.

"You got a lady?" He'd asked. Cecil nodded, the motion loose from his heavy intoxication.

"I'm looking for a third. We do that now 'n then. You think I'm handsome?" Cecil had blinked up at Dieter with those huge soft eyes and Dieter had been helpless to nod.

"I do. Does she love you?"

"She loves me like no one ever has. I love her. She's so good to me, Dee," Cecil's eyes had gotten huge and wet, and Dieter only nodded. "She'd be really good to you."

"Can I be your third?"

Cecil had taken Dieter back to the apartment you and he were renting. He had been with you for over a year already, and was well-used to doing whatever you told him to do. Dieter had met plenty of dommes, women who he went to his knees for easily, but he had never met someone as easy to drop and open his mouth as Cecil. Hell, Dieter himself had never met someone he was more than willing to be compliant to than you.

That night, you had coaxed him easily to his knees. He's hardly been off them since.

Your soothing voice drags him back to the present.

"Now baby, we talked about this. Use your words correctly. Do you really need to? Are you going to use your word?" You ask, kneeling behind Cecil, your strap deep in his ass. He moans around Dieter's girth and rocks his hips back, asking for more, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. You drag your hand up his sweaty spine, into his hair, holding him down, his slick lips flush with Dieter's pubes.

"Agh! No! No, Mamí I can wait! Oh, fuck-- sssssCecil--!"

Dieter blinks down at Cecil and immediately drops his head back to stare unseeing at the ceiling. He is wholly unable to watch what's happening to him- he's on a hairtrigger as it is. The very sight of Cecil's glassy, unfocused eyes as he floats along in his subspace, red-faced and choking on Dieter's cock, his ass stuffed with yours, is nearly too much to bear.

He wants to grab so bad, but you told him not to touch- his fingers twist in the sheets by his head, instead. You watch him writhe, his jaw dropping and brow crumpling in distress as Cecil chokes hard, running out of oxygen, and you yank him up and off.

A long thick line of spit connects Cecil's swollen, slack lips to the tip of Dieter's throbbing cock. Dieter makes a strangled sound at the sight of it, his balls crawling up, but he bites his lip hard to distract himself from the imminent need to come. You slap him once, hard, on the inner thigh and he jolts with a heady whine.

"Roll over, Dee," you command, and he does, flopping to his front like a despondent ragdoll. Predicting your next command, he wriggles down and folds himself over the edge of the bed. "Good boy, Dieter. Cecil, eat his ass, baby. I need him nice and wet for his toy. Don't let him come, remember?"

"Yes, mamí," Cecil murmurs, twisting his hips back into yours mindlessly, and dives his face between Dieter's cheeks.

"Fuck," Dieter whines, reaching back to hold himself open. He desperately wants to fist his cock, to disobey, but he knows if he does, you won't follow through with the scene today. And shockingly, he wants that endgame more. You've managed to teach him how to relish in the glory of delayed gratification, and he's revelling in it now.

Cecil, for his part, absolutely devours him. Burying his face between someone's legs is a pleasure only second to burying his cock somewhere agreeable. After more than a year with you, he knows that he will get his pleasure, especially if he's good enough. You make him feel good, and now he has Dieter, too. It blows his mind, sometimes, that you had taken him in when he was on the verge of a mental break, cared for him, gave him something to work toward and have agency in. He loves you. There is nothing he won't do that you could possibly command. Your disappointment, to him, is tantamount to the apocalypse- unfathomable and terrifying. He does his best to make sure he never displeases you, and it rarely happens.

He adores the feel of your cock inside him, just sitting, rocking slowly and unevenly. It sends little frissions of electric pleasure up his spine. Cecil tips his hips up and back, spreads his knees another centimeter apart, his tongue buried as deep as he can get it in Dieter's clenching asshole. Instead of reaching down to fist his cock- you haven't said he could touch himself yet- he wraps his forearms under Dee's hips, his hands on the top rise of his narrow little ass, and pins him, rendering the much larger man wide open and immobile. He sucks on the rim and then, when Dieter clenches around him tellingly, slides his hand under, cinching his long fingers tight around the base of that fat cock, and stiffens his tongue to plunge back inside when Dieter inevitably bucks backward away from the pinch of pain.

He had been about to come.

"Fucking-- CECIL!" Dieter howls, writhing in his grip. You smack Dieter's ass, hard enough to leave a handprint and make the muscle wobble. Cecil pulls his tongue out and bites the red swell of flesh, making Dieter yelp indignantly.

"Don't you yell at my perfect boy, Deiter Bravo. He's doing what he was told to do; you are misbehaving. Don't think I can't see you trying to rub off on the sheets."

Dieter whines and goes limp, hissing when Cecil backs away at your command. You reach and drizzle lube over Cecil's long, pretty fingers and drop a kiss on his cheekbone. "Use your fingers, baby. Open him up real nice for our toy."

Cecil easily slips two spidery fingers up inside, avoiding Dieter's prostate, and scissors them. He lays his cheek on Dee's ass and watches the slide of his digits in and out, feeling something similar from behind on himself as you rock into him. When he slides a third finger inside, you gift him a firm slide over his own prostate, making his cock drool onto the wood floor between his knees. If you're not careful, you'll milk him dry before he can even come. And he's been too good a boy for that.

"Enough, baby. Hand me the plug, please," you croon, scritching through Cecil's hair. He pulls his fingers out, smirking when Dieter whines at the loss, and hands you the silicone plug Dieter will be wearing until you take it out tonight.

It's silicone and flexible, not overly large, but a constant reminder when he's moving, walking, or sitting. It's just short enough to tease his gland, or brush it when he sits. As long as he doesn't squirm, it's fine. Dieter whines when you seat it easily and pat the base, making him clench.

"Is it the vibrating one?" He asks, slurring his words like he's wasted.

"No, you asked for no surprises in case you have to go up and give a speech," you respond. He nods and slides down to sit on his heels in front of Cecil, letting the smaller man rut against him, seeking a kiss.

"Please, mamí," Cecil whines, bucking hard when Dieter sneaks a hand down to rub his whole wide palm over and then cup Cecil's purpling dick.

"Good boy, Cecil. Stand up with me now. Dee, hands by your feet. Put your head back on the bed." You grip Cecil's hips and haul him up, standing without pulling out the rainbow horse cock toy you have him impaled on. Dieter settles on his heels, his dick softening with lack of attention, and drops his head backward onto the mattress. "Open up."

Cecil's not allowed to touch his cock unless you tell him he can. He whimpers and waits, teary-eyed and drooling with desperation as you reach down and pump him a few times, notching his sticky-wet head between Dieter's lips.

"Fuck yourself 'til you cum, baby boy. You've been so good for me," you croon, petting him everywhere you can reach while he ruts forward into Dee's throat and back onto you. It takes mere seconds- he's far too wound up. Dieter swallows his load, licking and laving his tongue over Cecil's softening length to clean him of every drop while he shudders and whines at the sensitivity.

"Good boy, Cecil. I want you to take Dee to the bath and wash yourselves up. I'll call Bec," you pull your cock out of Cecil's ass and let him go, watching them stumble to the en suite while you dig for your cell and call his stylist and preferred on-retainer makeup and hair artist.

They are both due within the hour, and you are due an orgasm. You pick up the cock cage Dieter will need for the evening and saunter into the bathroom.

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Dieter fucking hates red carpet events. He takes no interviews down the row, only holds still for a scant few photos, and disappears inside quickly to find his seat and start swiping drinks off waiters' trays. His head is swimming with his anxiety meds and the dregs of the joint he'd smoked on the way over.

He needs a drink. Something stronger than champers.

Minutes later, he spots you and Cecil being ushered in the audience entrance and led toward his reserved row. You look stunning in a gown he picked out-- barely more than a sash, completely open to the waist in the front and back, a gold band about the natural waist to cinch it- and nothing underneath but carefully placed tape and a stick-on filming guard over your pussy. He adjusts his weight in his seat and curses the pinch of the cage on his cock for the thousandth time.

Cecil looks incredibly out of place despite the tidy cut of the suit and how pretty he is. Bec had done wonders with his gorgeous black curls. His thick scruff and sharp cheekbones catch the lighting perfectly as he follows you like a puppy with his typical slouching gait. Dieter wonders idly how many edibles you let him have before you came. His eyes are glassy but he's behaving- it can't have been too many. He wonders if you have more in that tiny clutch, or squirreled away in Cecil's pockets.

"Would you like a drink miss? Sirs?"

You give the waiter a kind smile and set your clutch on the table. "A cherry Italian margarita for me, please. And two double Taliskers, neat." The waiter nods once and disappears. Dieter reaches up and takes your hand, urging you to sit. You each take a side, effectively blocking him from dealing with whoever's assigned to be his row partner.

Cecil drops a hand on his thigh and leaves it there, and you take Dieter's opposite hand, and soon (not soon enough) the lights dim and the show begins.

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He's absolutely fucked.

There's cold metal in his fist and a dull ache in his pants, and his eyes can't focus on a thing. He can feel Cecil nearby; those long, pretty hands are on him. One of you has kept a hand on him all night. He likes it. He looks down at Cecil's long, slim hand on his ribs, overlapping the velvet lapel and the loose buttons there and tries to listen through the cacophony of music to what he's saying.

"Hmm?" He squints, dropping his forehead down to Cecil's shoulder. The man shouts and it's still nearly drowned out.

Something about you going out to call the car.

He doesn't remember who gave him the coke, or the last five drinks, but he knows he and Cecil have been partaking since he left the awards stage with his new trophy. You had a few drinks and mostly mingled, watching from the edges while they danced and got absolutely smashed.

He kisses Cecil messily on the dance floor, there in the middle of the after-party, and hears the sussurus of shutters clicking; the few paps allowed in getting their gotcha shots for the night.

Fuck 'em. He came out publicly as bi ages ago, and as poly with you two sometime in the last several months. It's nothing new. Maybe to the tabloids it's just juicy, considering he just won for a goddamn cowboy movie. He hasn't been seen being a menace or an embarrassment for months- they're thirsty.

Cecil kisses him back like a starved man, he always does. Dieter thrives on it, especially when everything is too loud and too much. You're both good at dampening the crowd, in different ways. He sucks on Cecil's tongue like a cock and pants into his open mouth, begging to go home, to come.

"I wanna fuck her," Dieter whines, his legs shaking when Cecil grins against his mouth and slots a thigh between his legs. The pressure on his heavy balls, his caged cock, is unbearable. The toy in his ass is starting to chafe, which is what prompted you to go get the car. He's remembering now.

"She's probably waiting on us now, c'mon," Cecil pants. He takes Dieter's hand and leads him through the press of the crowd toward the doors. He swipes a bottle of liquor off a tray and knocks back two drinks from their table (not theirs- some other actor's remains). They frot again in the elevator down from the rooftop, with Cecil against the wall, utterly soft and moaning encouragingly while Dieter pins him with his bigger frame and holds his face. There are other people in here, Dieter thinks passively, but he couldn't care less. He won, and he's about to take two people home he cares about. He's high and drunk, and happy. It's a nice change of pace from his usual lonely depressive benders.

The doors open, and suddenly they're in an absolute swarm of paps crowded into the lobby.

Dieter squints against the complete wall of flashing lights and slides his dark glasses up his nose. He clutches his Oscar tighter and pulls Cecil behind him, walking the harrowing path out to the relative safety of the covered garage.

You're leaning on a guardrail there, talking to someone on your phone. You smile at both of them and wave them over. For as stoned and drunk as he is, Cecil is the more steady on his feet. He leads Dieter over to you in a mostly straight line and you let him fold into your chest.

"Have you had fun, baby?" You ask, carding through his gelled, sweaty, tacky hair. He nods and fumbles for your skin, wanting you closer.

"'s a good party," he slurs, and you huff a laugh of agreement into his shoulder. The car pulls up behind him and you three pile in.

Dieter watches LA speed by outside the tinted windows, nursing the bottle of tequila Cecil had swiped. They trade it back and forth. He wants you to rub him off, but he knows you'll make him wait to come til you get home. Even if you start now, he'll have no relief for ages. If he's patient, a trait you've taught him well, he'll get everything he wants and more.

He wants to explode into a billion pieces and then those pieces dissolve, to be nothing for a while. To be held in yours and Cecil's hands, and everything is quiet and nothing at all is expected of him.

"Cecil, baby," you say, and he lolls his head over to hum at you in question. Dieter blinks and takes the bottle back when you beckon the younger man across the limo's width with a crook of your finger.

"Hasn't Dieter been such a good boy tonight, baby?"

"Hmm. Yes, mamí. He has. Won a pretty award and made his nice speech. Shared all his friends and booze and drugs with us. He wants to fuck you," Cecil says bluntly. He can't lie to you for shit. Anything that's told to him is told to you, even if it's nothing.

Dieter swallows and looks at you.

"Does he?" You cup Cecil under his chin and make him kneel between your knees on the floor of the limo. He goes easy. Dieter feels his cock protesting the snug cage again and winces.

"We'll be home in ten minutes, baby. He wants to bend me over the second we get in the door, doesn't he?" You urge Cecil to turn and sit on the ledge of the seat between your thighs. You reach around him and open his trousers. Dieter's eyes are riveted on your hands.

"Yeah mamí, he does. Wants to fuck you so bad, he's gonna come too soon. He's gonna wanna go twice. Oh, shit," he gasps, hands curling on the outsides of your thighs. He keeps his dark eyes on dieter, enjoying being put on display.

Cecil is simple- you both think he's pretty, and you care for him, and he wants for nothing, so he likes to be what you want- a toy. He only ruts a little into the loose curl of your fist and your other hand comes up under his chin, pulling him back against you. The back of his head goes over your shoulder; he's pulled taut against you and you're stroking him to fullness.

"Keep your hands away, baby. I don't need those. If he's gonna fuck me, we gotta take care of you, right? You've been a good boy, too. You kept our pretty boy safe tonight, kept your hands on him. Made sure no one gave him anything nasty, right? What all did you have baby?"

Cecil shudders when you pull him out of his trousers. You watch Dieter, his eyes like glinting black gems in the passing streetlights. He is about to snap. You can see him adjusting his weight on the seat very minutely.

"Dieter. Come sit across from us. Straight on your ass, hands on your thighs," you command, and he nearly falls over in his scramble to comply. "Cecil?"

"We had lots of drinks, mamí. Mostly weed. A few lines of coke. Not much. Mos- ahhh-- mostly weed."

"Thank you baby. Such a good boy. Isn't he, Dieter?" You ask. Dieter blinks at you owlishly and nods. "Tell him, sweetheart."

"You're so good Cecil. So pretty. Such a good boy. Kept me safe, from them, and myself."

Cecil whines and nods, desperately pleased. He loves being praised so thoroughly. You tighten your fist around him and start stripping it hard, coaxing a quick and brutal orgasm out. You've only got a few minutes left.

His hands scrabble at the backs of your knees. Dieter watches your hand, panting, wanting to cup himself. Mindlessly, he does, and you stop, your hand tight around Cecil's base. He whines pathetically and thrusts his hips up, chasing friction. Your hand under his jaw tightens and Cecil sags against you, leaning into it.

"Are you allowed to touch my cock, Dieter?" You ask pointedly, and he gulps. He's been so good, he doesn't want to ruin his reward for a thoughtless gesture. He slides his hand away under your pinning glare, and you begin again.

This time, Cecil is already precariously on the edge. He comes with a sharp gasp as you're entering Dieter's neighborhood. He doesn't even hesitate when you hold your hand up, licking it clean while he comes down.

He sucks on your fingers and stares back at Dieter while the driver navigates the Hollywood hills. "I wanna kiss you," Dieter whines, and you smile.

"Come here then, sweetheart," you croon, and he folds forward on his knees, sandwiching Cecil tight between your chests as he dives over his shoulder and claims your mouth.

When the car parks, Dieter practically throws himself out of it, beelining for the door. You get out and thank the driver and help Cecil do up his pants (he's already mostly asleep) and follow at a more sedate pace. You find him in the bedroom, already naked and kneeling by the bed, practically vibrating. Cecil walks straight to the couch, kicks his pants off, and passes out on his front. You snort at him and turn back to Dieter.

"Come help me get these stickies off, sweetheart." You slink out of the completely seamless dress and are left in nothing but the pasties. He scrambles forward and gently picks the edges off one by one, peeling carefully on your tender flesh while you play with his hair. The long, thin silver chain with the key to his cock cage ends between your breasts in a tiny locket. He kisses over the red patches left behind by the stickers over your nipples and mound, and nuzzles the locket, whining faintly.

His eyes are so wide and soft and dark you could easily get lost in them. "Please, mamí."

You smile indulgently at him and nod. "Okay, sweet thing. Go get a towel and get on the bed."

He darts into the bathroom and comes back, eager. You take the key out of your locket and snick the tiny padlock open. When you pull the plastic sleeve off, he hisses as his cock immediately starts to inflate.

"Eager boy. What do you want to do to me, sweet thing?"

You pull the ring off from around him and cup his balls, making him flinch again. "I want you on all fours. Wanna hold your tits and kiss your neck while I fuck you til you come. Wanna come inside, and sleep there."

Your eyebrows raise at the thought he put into it. You glance at the Oscar glinting on the little table beside the bed. Best Lead Actor in a Drama Film, it says. Underneath, added tonight during the party: Dieter Bravo.

"I want that too, sweetheart. Give it to me?" You blink up at him, and he folds forward, melting over you.

He wants the plug out, and you remove it. After, he licks you til you're dripping and slides inside, basking for a long moment before draping his weight down and holding you tightly to all of him.

Dieter loves connection; skin contact. For all that he's never been alone for more than a day, LA is a lonely place. The spotlight is cold.

You're warm. Cecil is warm.

Dieter barely lasts ten minutes in the end. He tears up and clutches at you and empties himself, swirling fingers over your clit until you pulse around his tender, aching length inside. You let him stay there, and he wants to weep.

The comedown is hard. He hasn't been this intoxicated in a long time, now.

The loneliness has abated. You and Cecil give him everything he doesn't have already. He has money, fame, connections, too much attention, friends who want things and friends who want clout. Two Oscars.

He finally feels like he's won.

Cecil snores loudly across the room. Dieter plays with the ends of your hair until he too, drops off. They're both going to feel like absolute dog shit tomorrow. You text the personal chef who comes on Sundays to meal prep and ask for a tray of water and breakfast to be left outside, not expecting a response. She gives none. You listen to them snore for a long moment in the dark, simply being, and finally drift off.

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