Truer Words Have Never Been Spoken

Oscar Isaac as Cecil REVENGE FOR JOLLY! (2012) dir. Chadd Harbold

Oscar Isaac and Willem during the At Eternity's Gate Press Tour (2018)

Oscar with all due respect WTF

IM GONNA DIE

100%! You see the vision!

He'd be such a mess if he finally let himself sink into a good hug instead of pushing it away or making a joke or something to create distance. I think he'd also become a hug fiend afterward, wanting that closeness and that release again and again. Snuggling too - I feel like once he let himself go a little he'd be just as snuggly as Steven or Poe would be. He's just gotta build up that trust first.

If any of you lovely people would like to share some soft or fluffy or snuggly or comforting Poe/Marc/ Oscar boys thoughts, I wouldn't be, like, mad or anything... 🥺

Oscar Isaac and co-star Domhnall Gleeson stun on the red carpet!

Oh man, this was hot!

Hush (3)

PART 2

AN: Two years later and I'm finally finishing this. Hopefully someone out there still cares lmao 😆 (if not, that's totally cool, no worries, y'all).

(Un-beta’d)

PWP in which you and Poe see who can be quiet the longest.

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,018 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: PWP, p in v, kissing, a little consensual roughness, overstimulation (please let me know if i missed anything) AO3

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His jaw is clenched, plump lip trapped between his teeth as he breathes heavily through his nose. He’s sweating, skin flushed and warm as he fights to keep quiet. Softly, you exhale, your body rising and falling over his, hips rolling slowly, hands braced on his broad shoulders for leverage. 

“First one to make noise loses,” he’d challenged, though, at the moment, you’re not exactly sure either of you is losing.

His fingers dig into your hips as you ride him, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp as his cock hits that perfect spot inside you. Your body shakes a little, eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure jolts through your body, the sensations bordering on too much. You’ve been at this for what feels like hours, your thighs burning, mouth dry, skin damp—it almost feels like you’re running a marathon.

The feel of Poe’s thumb circling your clit brings you back to the task at hand. He must be close to breaking if he’s trying to sabotage you like this, knows this is the quickest way to break you. You swallow the moan rises in your throat, willing it to stay buried, at least for now. Your vision is hazy when you open your eyes again, taking in the absolutely wrecked state of the man beneath you. He’s barely hanging on, every inch of him tense as he fights against his baser instincts. He’s doing pretty well, considering, and there’s a part of you that almost feels a little bad for putting him through this. 

Not bad enough to let him win, though. 

You clench around his cock, watching with delight as his eyes roll back slightly, his throat bobbing as he swallows whatever delicious sounds are undoubtedly trying to claw their way to the surface. You do it again, smirking as he exhales sharply through his nose. He meets your gaze, a flicker of a warning in them. 

Eyes locked, you slowly drag one of your hands down his chest, your smirk widening as your thumb brushes one of his nipples. His hips stutter at your touch, the unexpected movement causing you to sink somehow even further down onto him, catching you off guard. You whimper as the tip of him bumps against your cervix, electricity still zinging through your body as the realization somewhat belatedly hits you—

“I win,” Poe pants roughly, an almost maniacal gleam in his eyes. 

Your stomach flips as a smile stretches across his lips, his dark eyes full of even darker promises. Oh Maker, you are in for it now.

Without much warning, he moves, quickly maneuvering you so you’re laid beneath him with your back against the bed. His cock slips from your heat in his haste, and you hate how empty you feel, even if it’s only for a moment. He groans when he sinks back into you, muttering about how you feel like heaven as he pulls his hips back and quickly thrusts back in, knocking the breath from your lungs. 

His eyes meet yours again, silently asking if this is oaky, if you’re okay. Panting, you nod, your fingers reaching up to push his damp curls from his eyes. He leans into your touch for a moment, then resumes his movement, pulling back slowly before snapping his hips and thrusting back inside you. He quickly falls into a steady pace, each push of his hips absolutely devastating. He watches you for a moment, his eyes dragging greedily down your body to where you’re joined. 

“So beautiful,” he slurs, moving his hand up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb teasing your pebbled nipple.

You arch and writhe beneath him, completely at his mercy as he maintains his punishing pace. You’re not sure how much more you can take, your body practically shaking now as Poe handles your body as deftly as he does his ship. He can tell you’re close, groaning as you clench and flutter around his length. He leans forward, caging you beneath him with his arms as he fucks you into the bed, his lips claiming yours in a hot, messy kiss. You feel like you're drowning, completely surrounded and unable to catch your breath. Poe breaks the kiss, moaning as you gasp for air, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on his back as he slightly adjusts the angle of his thrusts, grinding his hips against yours as he searches for that spot he knows will finally send you over the edge.

You both know the moment he finds it, that slight brush of his cock setting off a chain reaction of pleasure inside you. Unable to stop them, broken moans escape from between your lips as your body sings, the euphoria of your release rolling through you in waves. Poe follows you into the abyss a moment later, groaning loudly as he spills his warmth into you, his eyes rolling back in his pretty little head; if you weren’t so far gone, you’d probably appreciate the sight.

Your chest is still heaving when he pulls himself off and collapses beside you on the bed, already mourning the loss of him. His hand finds yours as you both lay sprawled atop the bed sheets.

“Okay?” he asks softly, lacing your fingers with his, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of your hand as he turns to look at you.

You meet his gaze, your eyes still a little unfocused, and smile, body still tingling from your orgasm. “Better than okay. You?”

He smiles, eyes drooping a little as exhaustion begins to settle over him. He brings your clasped hands to his lips and brushes a kiss against your knuckles.

“Victorious,” he says, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You snort, shaking your head in amusement. “You won the battle, Flyboy, not the war.”

He chuckles, arching an eyebrow as he slowly drags his dark eyes down the length of you. “Well then, I look forward to the next skirmish, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip, heat prickling beneath the surface of your skin. “As do I Commander, as do I.”

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Omg how is this so cute?? Love him just taking the opportunity to cook in someone else's kitchen and his prophesies are so cute. I'm dying of sugar overload 🧁🍩

You know, "oracles" in ancient times were just high and their "prophecies" were just drug trips. This is why the oracle in the Percy Jackson books is described as a hippie.

I bet Cecil would love a fun fact like that.

He would!

Prophecies

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Warnings: fluff, Cecil's high, kisses, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 456

“So that kinda means all oracles were high off their heads when they made prophecies.” Cecil grins at you, his eyes a little glazed and red. He’s high, but not completely off his head. One of his many talents was the incredible threshold he’d developed, though he would call it more of a curse than a blessing. You’re pretty sure you could get a contact high just from standing too close to him. 

You snort and take a sip from your drink. “You got any prophecies to share then? Preferably the lottery numbers?” 

“Oh, seven for sure.” He nods sagely.

“Seven as in for the lottery numbers or seven prophecies?” 

He pauses for a second longer than he needs too, stroking his stumble. “Erm… the second one.” 

You chuckle again. When your friend had dragged you to this party you’d been planning on tapping out the second you could. It was her ex’s place, the original plan being to show up looking stunning and rub it in their face. 

However, that had gone out of the window after about twenty five minutes, and now you were sure they were banging in the bedroom. 

It had been a pleasant surprise when you saw Cecil was here, in the kitchen rummaging through the draws looking for a measuring jug and in the middle of making mac and cheese. 

“Did you bring the ingredients with you?”

“Nah, found them here… I mean who has a party without mac and cheese?”

You couldn’t fault his logic. 

You’d been sitting with him for the last few hours, talking intently about absolutely nothing. 

“So what are these seven prophecies then?” 

“Erm…” He thinks hard, looking around the room at the other people there for some sudden inspiration. 

“The sun…” He says a little hesitantly, before nodding. “Will rise tomorrow.” 

“I’ll hold you to that one.” You smile and tug softly on the curls at the nap of his neck. 

He giggles, shying away from you before pressing closer again. “Okay.” 

“Okay?” You pause, a little confused.

“Hold me to it.” He grins and rests his chin on your shoulder. “Or I’ll hold you.”

“And how are you gonna do that, huh?” You tease. 

Cecil wraps his arms around you, snuggling closer and pressing a light kiss to your neck. He hums happily when you shiver at the scrape of his stubble. 

“Cecil…” You turn your head closer to him and he uses the opportunity to his advantage. He lightly kisses your lips. It’s soft and heartbreakingly sweet. You sigh against his lips and Cecil whines quietly. 

He strokes your cheek as he pulls back, his eyes are sharper now, vivid in their intensity. But lidded and gentle. “Can I kiss you again?” 

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