#Cecil x Reader

[ominoose]

𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Characters: Steven Grant, Cecil, Basil Stitt Summary: Oscar Characters dating a gn! reader that dabbles in witchcraft (written secularly) Warnings: None

☽ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭

+ When Steven first finds out you dabble in witchcraft, he's intensely curious. His attitude is essentially "Wot's all this then?". At first, he relates it back to everything he knows on Egyptology, comparing any practices you do to that, "Oh! That's similar to what the Ancient Egyptian's did!" or "Hm, that's not how it would've went down back in Ancient Egypt...".

+ He ends up doing a ton of research, half of which isn't even applicable to you, but he likes knowing the ins and out of things, it's his love language. He wants to show genuine interest and care both because its his way of showing he places important on your lifestyle, and because he's genuinely curious.

+ Tries to be as respectful as possible. He knows from Marc being Jewish the amount of importance certain identities or practices can have to people, so with you he's doing anything he can to take it seriously, whether its not touching things or giving you silence to work. That said, he can be a bit teasing sometimes, especially when you give him things, "Hope you didn't put a little hex in my tea." or "What're you going to do, turn me into a frog?!".

+ If he finds out you've left a little sigil note in his work bag to ward off negativity (Donna) or you invite him to join you in making a nice, charged soup, he's ecstatic. Rambling and smiling like a sap, honoured you've involved him.

☽ 𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥

+ "Are you... The Blair Witch?" No matter how many times you may tell him you're not the stereotypical, evil, hexing old witch that only brews evil potions in a cauldron, he doesn't fully believe you. Anytime you go outside and someone is rude to you, by cutting you off in traffic or saying a mean word, he's side eyeing you warily, mentally picturing you cackling as you put their hair into a bubbling green vial.

+ The above isn't to say he's scared of you, he's not. Cecil's quite laid back about the whole thing, it's just another facet of you to take in his stride. You're leaving water in jars outside to make moon water? Sure, cool. You need him to pick up certain herbs when he's getting shopping? No problem, (unless its anything other than rosemary and thyme, then he has no idea what the herb is). You want to weave him an intention bracelet? "Aw, babe, that's so romantic."

+ Doesn't understand how it works and perhaps never will. When he's watching sports and his favourite team loses, he'll be sighing and turning to you to ask if you can do something, "Can't you like, manifest them to be less shit? Use your moon water, the moons ball shaped, thats, like, symbolism, right?". No matter how much you try to explain the inner workings of your craft, he will not understand. In his mind, his partner does this weird stuff but it's cool and he will never get on the wrong side of them because he will end up going missing in the woods.

☽ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐭

+ Basil is absolutely stoked to have a witch as a partner. He thinks it is the coolest thing ever and romanticises the whole thing a fair bit. All of what he knows about witchcraft comes from pop culture, his mind is full of cliches. When you're forced to tell him that you cannot summon lightening or banish thunder clouds, he's quite disappointed, but quickly bounced back, "It's fine, whatever! You can still hex monkeys, right?"

+ He will watch you in awe if you do anything, asking questions about what something does, why you're doing it, why you're using that, what does that thing mean. Eventually he'll learn and get used to your practices, and it becomes part of his routine with you, he looks forward to seeing you do any rituals.

+ When he's more used to your witchcraft and it does become routine, he might even ask to join some of it, "Can we make a spell jar together? Or will it blow up on me?". When he accepts his scar and mantel of 'Lightningface', completely letting go of his ego and outside perceptions of him, he's ready to delve in and explore new things which your witchcraft helps him do. It's another thing to help ground him, its not exactly common and if he'd spoke about any of it in his past peer groups he'd be ostracized, but now he finds strength in that.

#steven grant x reader #basil stitt x reader #cecil x reader #oscar isaac #omiwrites #i just started uni and a new job #pls take these scrappings

[mishibashimori]

Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 7

Synopsis: You are an alien who crash landed onto Earth. You have no name, and no more home to go back to. The Guardians of the Globe have rescued you and brought you to get intensive care under the great Cecil Stedman. In helping out your new home, Earth, will you develop a relationship with the coldest man you know?

General Info: AFAB Gender Neutral Reader, Cecil is Younger in the Beginning and it Will Lead to Current Events, Reader is a Bubbly Optimist, Reader Description is Intentionally Vague so You can Imagine the Alien Species They Are However You’d Like

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Eventual Sexual Content

Specific Chapter TW: PTSD Panic Attack

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The hospital wing of the GDA was alight with chatter. You had gotten the news only a few minutes ago that Alana had awoken, and you spent no time racing to her hospital room. Holly of course was also there, beaming with joy as she peppered her girlfriend’s face with kisses. Alana had been out of commission for a week due to her injuries. It was a lot better than the alternative, death, if you hadn't intervened and taken some of the damage onto yourself. Your wounds had healed just fine, almost as soon as the next day, and you would’ve done it a million times over to help her.

“We’re so happy to have you back,” Holly said to Alana, absolutely delighted, “we’ve missed you.”

“I’m happy to be back.” Alana gave her a kiss on the nose and turned to you. “I’ve been dying to see everyone again, literally. What did I miss?”

“Not too much, don’t worry.” You assured her. “But I bet you must be starving. Want me to grab you both something?”

“That would be great!” Alana exclaimed, sitting straight up in her bed. “The cafeteria has some bunny chow that’s to die for. It’s something my mom used to make all the time, and it sounds delicious right now.”

“I’ll take the same, thank you.” Holly smiled at you.

“On it!” You stood and headed out, happy to be doing something to help. Winding down the halls, you eventually came upon the cafeteria, ordered, and sat to wait.

It had been a few days since your last conversation with Cecil. You’d seen each other every now and then and said hello, but that was it. Despite your emotions you forced yourself to be patient on the matter. It couldn’t be easy for him to make this decision, and rushing him wouldn’t help matters either. So, you waited, distracting yourself with Earth television and puzzles; that really seemed to be all the entertainment they had available here. With Alana now awake though, you didn’t feel half as lonely anymore. Training with your friends, The Guardians of the Globe, helped too.

“You know that isn’t free, right?” You almost leaped out of your skin as Cecil’s voice sounded next to you.

“Sheesh! Do you ever make a noise?” You chided him lightly, a slight laugh to your voice. “And, wait, what do you mean?”

Cecil nodded towards the cafeteria. “Did you think the food was free here? It’s been going on my tab.” He smirked at you, the amusement in his eyes betraying his jokingly annoyed tone.

“No way,” you gawked at him, feeling stupid, “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t think too much about it.”

Cecil shrugged, taking a seat next to you. “It’s fine. Not like we’re paying you at the moment anyway.” There was a brief lapse in silence as you two sat together. It had been a while since you’d spoken at length.

You glanced at him. “I’ve been thinking about something.” He glanced back at you, quirking his eyebrow in question. “When I first got here, you said you didn’t know much about my planet, yet you knew the flower my people give to the sick.”

Cecil looked down at his lap, chuckling to himself. “After you arrived we sent some satellites to uh, ‘freshen up our knowledge’ on your species.” He scratched his chin. “I was curious as to how you knew English, yet you’d never been in contact with Earth. Didn’t know a species could have a part of their brain for translation.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You learned all that from some satellites?”

“Science is amazing.” He snorted, looking back up at you. “But we learned the last bit from your brain scans. The satellites just picked up random strings of information. We always knew of your planet, just… never had a reason to interact until now.”

“I see.” You responded simply, impressed yet slightly disturbed. “You humans are thorough.”

“Just me.” He turned to look down the hallway that led to the hospital rooms. “I hear Alana’s awake, that’s good. The team’s not the same without her.” He turned back to you. “What do you think, by the way? About joining the Guardians. You’re keeping up well, and you definitely have the skills.”

Your cheeks burned at the sudden compliment. “Oh—uh, I like it.” Then you gave a slight tilt of your head, thinking harder. “But I don’t know. It’s terrifying to think about saving people. I’m happy to help, and I love the team but…” you trailed off, looking down.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, you still have time to make a decision. And I get it, believe me, it is a scary thing.” Cecil nudged your shoulder with his. “You’ll always have a home here, whatever you choose.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been so nice to me,” you blurted out. It had been on your mind since you arrived here, and while you didn’t mean to bring it up so abruptly, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. It puzzled you as to why this man- let alone this planet, would help you to this extent. To question it seemed to be looking a gift horse in the mouth, but the nagging in your brain burst through. “It scared me at first. I thought maybe it came with a price. It was hard for me to believe that people really- well, cared.”

“From what you’ve told me, I can understand why you’d think that. And I don’t want to lie to you, at first my intentions weren’t… something you might approve of.” Cecil leaned back in his chair. “Fix up an alien who might have useful abilities, and have them join the Guardians. Or just have you help on your own. I feel guilty about it now that I’ve gotten to know you, but my job, the world, came first. If I had an asset in my debt, it could mean saving lives.” He cast his eyes down guiltily, unable to look at you. “That’s why I didn’t want to get any closer to you, I felt horrible.”

You swallowed hard, anger flickering to life in your chest. His words were like a knife to the heart. “I was wrong about you.” You murmured in disbelief. “I’m so stupid.” Part of you knew it was ridiculous to have convinced yourself of anything else. Of course that was the goal. You were a stranger to this world, why else would they help you? This world had no obligation to you, and yet it hurt so bad when it was said aloud.

Cecil’s head snapped toward you, true panic etching his features. “I don’t— I don’t think that way anymore. I would never— I wouldn’t of forced you to-”

“How dare you!” You snarled, bolting up from your seat. Flashes of your past raced through your mind, an uncontrollable hurricane of hurt and trauma wiping away anything but fury. “I trusted you, and you wanted to use me?”

“No!” Cecil also stood, gently reaching his hand towards you. You shoved it away, tears starting to stream down your flushed face.

“You told me I’m not an object, you told me that!” Your voice was raising by the word, now a shout. An uncontrollable tremor shook through you. It felt awful to yell, and your mind was screaming for you to stop, but spite and a rising anxiety spurred you on.

“And I meant it, every word.” Cecil talked softly, but his voice trembled. “I wouldn’t dream of using any of that against you. That wasn't what I wanted to do, I swear. The more I learned about you, the more I couldn’t stop thinking about you. In-in a good way- ugh, this sounds terrible.” He rubbed his forehead, looking frustrated with himself. “If I’d known about your past from the start I wouldn’t have even thought that way. It was wrong, and I’m so sorry.” His distraught eyes searched yours. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you.”

Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself. Your thoughts were still raging with painful memories, the hurt in your chest throbbing hotly, but you forced yourself to think straight. “You really mean that?”

“Of course.” He took a small step towards you. “Thinking about not having you in my life; it tore me up to no end. As hard as I’ve made it to believe, I just- I really like you.” He cringed to himself. “I’m horrible with words- I’m sorry, that sounded like a highschool confession. What I’m trying to say is: you make me feel normal, like a person with no responsibilities. When I’m with you it feels like—like all I have to do is just enjoy being alive.”

All you could do was stare in silence for a while. Conflicting feelings warred through you. This normally cold, steely man looked utterly heartbroken at the thought of hurting you. In the time you’d known Cecil, it wasn’t hard to figure out that the man had a guard. You had seen brief, genuine glimpses into him and relished every moment, but now was more than just a mere glimpse. His features were soft, his posture as harmless and open as he could manage. It was a first to see him this way, and it was because he was truly worried about you.

The previous years of being imprisoned were not easy to erase, to say the least. Your captor wouldn’t hit you per say, but directed his savagery to your brother. He knew you’d heal the poor young boy, so he maliciously manipulated you into transferring the wounds to yourself. It wasn’t something you wanted to talk about at length, at least not now. You’d told Cecil a little but the details seemed too hard to choke out. It seemed silly to think, as it was a horrendous thing for anyone to go through, but you didn’t know how much it had really, truly affected you until now. Sadness radiated through you; had you really become so broken? Had your captor stolen away your trust?

Cecil cast his gaze downward, breathing in deeply. “You have every right to hate me. I hate me too. It was out of line.” You stepped closer, hesitating for only a moment before slowly encircling your arms around him. His back stiffened at first, unsure of your touch, then he wrapped you up tightly. The anger in your body melted away.

“I believe you, and I forgive you.” You mumbled into his chest, relaxing against him. “I’m sorry. Just— so much of the pain in my past centers around being controlled and used. I’ve never come to terms with the trauma that was caused.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He rubbed your head tenderly. Suddenly his eyes flicked past you, and his expression shifted. Confused, you followed his gaze and found a gaggle of cafeteria workers gaping at the two of you. Suddenly sheepish, you broke away from Cecil and shuffled towards the counter, grabbing the food and thanking them before slipping into a secluded part of the far hallway, out of sight.

Cecil joined you a second later. “Don’t worry about them. I’ll have a word.” He motioned for you to start walking, to which he joined next to you. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. I’ll make some time for us to talk properly, without anyone staring at us.”

“You’re busy, I understand.” You looked to the side, feeling a bit awkward. “I’m-I’m sorry for yelling, really. I should’ve handled that better.”

“You had an appropriate reaction to someone telling you ‘I was going to indebt you to me secretly’, I think.” Cecil responded, to which you have an uncomfortable chuckle. There was a silence for a moment before he continued. “I will do things to protect this planet that you might not like. I need you to know that. If we want to continue our relationship that’s… something that will need to be addressed.”

“We’ll talk about it.” You responded. “There are things I need you to know as well. And, um, do you offer therapy here, by chance?”

“Of course.” Cecil shoved his hands in his pockets. “If that’s something you’d like to start, we can make that happen. And don’t worry, our psychiatric medicine is some of the best, and trained to deal with more unnatural situations. They provide services to heros, after all.”

“Thank you.” You gave him a smile. “I think it would be great to get some of this off my chest. And learn how to handle it better.”

“I’ve had to do some in my time here, for sure.” Cecil gave you a sidelong glance. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. I’m proud of you for taking that step. It’s a hard one.”

“Thank you, Cecil.” You both had come to Alana’s room.

Stopping outside the door, Cecil turned to you. “Here.” He placed a square device on the tray of food in your hands. “This is a phone, it’ll allow us to get in contact easier. It’s not the fanciest thing but it’ll do the trick.” He nodded towards the room containing Holly and Alana. “They can teach you to use it, it’s not too hard. I’ll be in touch, rookie.”

In a blazing flash of light Cecil vanished through his teleporter. At first it had startled you, but you’d gotten used to the bright assault to your eyes. You opened the door in front of you and stepped into the room, the smiling faces of Alana and Holly greeting you. “Hey!” You blurted out. “I’m going to therapy!”

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Author’s Note:

Hello everyone! I wanted to clarify that the reader of this story has a lot of emotional and mental stuff to heal, so the reader often thinks in a self depreciative way. Everyone deserves to love themselves and I do not want anyone to think that you deserve less or are “broken” because you are traumatized. I have PTSD myself, and I hope I wrote it in a way that can explain that it’s not always easy to think highly of yourself or express your emotions when you’ve been traumatized. I am indeed having the reader go into therapy to learn how to heal from these past traumas. Therapy is great and I really suggest everyone go into therapy, even if you’re not mentally ill. It’s a benefit to everyone!

Disclaimer:

I try to be as accurate as possible to the source material for this fan fiction, but at times I’ll get it wrong. The timelines for the Guardians of the Globe as well as Cecil are not as accurate as they should be but for the sake of wanting to have all the characters in here I fudged it. Just know that I understand not everything is accurate but let’s just try to have a good time regardless!

#cecil stedman fanfiction #cecil stedman invincible #cecil stedman x reader #cecil x reader #invincible fanfiction #invincible show #cecil stedman #invincible #green ghost #immortal invincible #war woman #darkwing invincible #war woman and green ghost are gay #guardians of the globe

[kittyofalltrades]

Ficmas Masterlist

Here we have the masterlist for the Ficmas Stories just in case you needed a place to find them all.

♥️Fluff

⛔️Smut

⛔️Lonely Together Hux x Reader

♥️Office Party Love Benny x Reader

⛔️Thick Thighs Save Lives Santi x Reader

⛔️Mandatory Fun Hux x Reader

⛔️Ugly Sweater Cecil x Reader

⛔️Merry Spitmas Santi x Reader

♥️Cold Hands Steven Grant x Reader

⛔️ Every kiss begins with a mistletoe Santi & Benny x Reader 

⛔️Not So Silent Night Benny x Reader

♥️ Christmas Caff Poe x Reader

♥️ Cold Snap Santiago x Reader

♥️ Ugly Star Wars Sweaters Frankie x Reader

⛔️ Kyoko’s secret Santa

#ficmas #santiago garcia x reader #armitage hux x reader #benny miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #Steven Grant x reader #moon knight #triple frontier #star wars #poe dameron #revenge for jolly #cecil revenge for jolly #cecil x reader

[eroticandawkward]

Please and Thank You II Cecil x GN!Reader

Rating: Explict, 18+ ONLY

Warnings: pwp, bdsm, sub!cecil, dom!reader, edging, overstimulation, vibrating butt plugs, bondage, light degradation/humiliation, blowjob, vibrator-job??, multiple orgasms (m receiving), cbt, reader’s genitals are not mentioned

Description: uhhh yeah so this is. just smut. very kinky smut. not beta read.

You turn off the tv, stretching and checking the time. Of course, you know what time it is; you hadn’t even been really paying attention to the tv. This was all a charade, an excuse to build tension, both for you and more importantly for your boyfriend in the other room. 

Speaking of which. You make your way to the bedroom. The sight that greets you is just glorious: Cecil spread out on the bed with his wrists tied to either side, his body tensing with nervous energy, his dick already pressed against the confines of his cock cage just from being made to wait for you. You step further into the room and grin as his eyes snap to you, lust-blown pupils watching your every move. 

“Look at you,” you purr, setting yourself between his legs. Taking the key from around your neck, you unlock the cock cage to remove it. Cecil audibly whimpers as his dick bounces free. Jesus, and you haven’t even touched him yet. 

After putting aside the cock cage you pour a healthy amount of lube on your hand. “You gonna be a good boy for me?” you ask. 

He nods vigorously. “Yeah?” you hum, tilting your head. 

“Yeah,” he replies, still nodding. “Gonna, gonna be so fucking good, I- fuuck-” Cecil arches up the moment your hand touches his cock. You press down on his hip to keep him from bucking into your hand. It’s not that Cecil doesn’t want to follow directions, just that sometimes he has a hard time controlling his reactions. Hence his hands tied to the headboard. 

“Oh that feels so good baby, fuck that feels so fucking nice…” Cecil rambles as you slowly stroke him. He bends his legs so his knees are by your head, and then immediately straightens them out against the duvet again. His toes curl, and his eyes close, and his chest starts to rise and fall as you jack him off faster. When he starts gasping in staccato, you pull off and press your body weight against his thighs so he can’t move. 

Cecil whines, opening his eyes and pouting at you. “Wha…no, keep going,” he huffs. He tries to jerk his hips, all desperate and needy.

In response, you grip his balls in one hand and smack them with the other. “Huh?” you say over his yelp. You smack him again. “What was that? I hope I didn’t just hear you ordering me around.” 

“No!” He shakes his head, looks at you with those big brown eyes. “I’m sorry! You should, you should do whatever you want! Anything you want, that’s a-okay with me.” He licks his lips nervously. 

It takes some amount of self-control not to laugh and kiss all over his sweet face then and there, but you manage. Instead, you release him from your vice grip, rubbing your hand along his thigh. “Good boy,” you praise, and watch him beam.

“Please- please touch me again?” he asks hesitantly. He gives a little wiggle of his hips.

You pretend to consider it for a moment before wrapping your hand loosely around his cock. “Oh alright,” you chuckle. “Since you asked so nicely.” You keep your grip around him light, twisting your hand just quick enough to get him riding the edge. 

“Tell me when you’re close, baby,” you murmur, licking the tip of his dick. 

Cecil lets out a strangled sound, face all red and sweaty. His eyes are screwed shut and he keeps opening and closing his hands. It’s not long before he’s gasping out that he’s close, and you back off again.

“Please,” he begs, jerking into the air. “Please let me come, honey. M’ so fucking close…”

“You’re so close?” you repeat mockingly. 

He doesn’t pick up on your tone, nodding empathically. “Just a little more, please? Wanna come on your hand so bad. Please let me come on your hand, baby,” he pleads. 

You run your nails along the underside of his dick, relishing in his broken moan. “Such a sweet boy,” you hum. “Begging all nice and pretty for me. You want it so bad don’t you?”

“So bad,” he agrees. 

You bring your lips around the head of his cock, your hand stroking the rest of him. Cecil shudders under you. Whispered pleas fall from his lips, like an offering. 

You pull off and sit back on your heels, gaining leverage to stroke him faster. Cecil’s eyes all but roll into the back of his head. 

“Feels so nice, fuck it feels so so nice, please let me come, please!” he gasps out, writhing on the bed.

“Go on then,” you say, voice much quieter than his. “Come for me.”

He arches almost completely off the bed as his orgasm hits him like a brick wall, his mouth open in a silent scream that breaks into a shuddery moan. His chest and face are flushed red and some of his curls are stuck to his forehead with sweat. He looks absolutely wrecked.

But you are far from done.

Cecil collapses back against the bed once his orgasm fades, but you haven’t stopped stroking him. He shifts, blinking his eyes open. 

“Honey,” he croaks. “M’ don- ah!” He squirms in discomfort as you polish his oversenstive cockhead. “M’ d-done…”

“Thanks for the update,” you say with a smirk. You drizzle more lube over your hand and his dick, stroking him slowly. Cecil starts to fidget in earnest now. 

“M’ done!!” he tells you, trying to get away from your hand. “I already came!”

“Just once,” you say. You see his eyes widened as understanding dawns. “But you’ve been begging me all week to cum, haven’t you? How many times would you say you’ve begged me to let you cum, Cec?”

Admittedly, you’re asking a lot of Cecil to have him listen and answer your questions while torturing his poor cock. You’re honestly surprised he’s heard anything you’ve said. Life’s not fair though, and Cecil has always been a bit of a masochist, so you smack his balls hard when he doesn’t respond. 

“I said, how many times have you begged to cum this week,” you chastise. 

Cecil rocks against the bed, hands clenching at nothing. “I dunno,” he whimpers. “A- a lot?” 

Humming in agreement, you start kissing and caressing a trail up his body. Even though you aren’t touching his cock anymore, he still twitches from the contact, letting out little mewls of pleasure-pain.

Your journey ends at his lips in a bruising kiss. You run a hand through those beautiful curls as he moans into your mouth, both of you getting lost in the kiss for a moment. 

“Mm…” You lick your lips as you reluctantly pull away. “That’s my good boy.” You reach down between his legs to start stroking him again. Cecil gasps, burying his face in your neck. 

“Three more,” you say against the side of his head. “You can give me three more, can’t you baby?” 

His response is unintelligible, his breath hot against your neck. You grab a fistful of his curls and yank his head back so he’s forced to look at you. “What was that?” you say sweetly. You squeeze your fist around his dick. 

“Yes!” he squeaks. “Yes, m’ sorry, yes!” 

“That’s what I like to hear,” you purr. You loosen your grip around him and let go of his hair, booping his nose before moving back down between his legs. It seems your ministrations have not gone unappreciated, because little Cecil is already at half-mast when you wrap your lips around the tip.  

“Oh god,” you hear him choke. 

You hollow your cheeks, trying to draw out more of those beautiful sounds. The restraints clink against the headboard as you take more of Cecil in your mouth. He’s moving his legs around again. You can practically feel the heat growing in his belly. God bless this sensitive boy. 

“Sh-shit…” Cecil moans. “M’ gonna-” 

You pull off just as he goes over the edge. Jerking, Cecil still manages to shoot an impressive load onto his stomach and your hand, the little overachiever. You keep stroking past his climax, watching as his expression again goes from bliss to discomfort. 

“Breathe,” you tell him as he writhes. Cecil sucks in a breath. You tap his knee to remind him to exhale. 

“Hurts,” he whines at you. He seems to be torn between trying to get off for you again and trying to escape the relentless sensations tormenting him. Even though he’s breathing more evenly now, there’s a distinct tremor present. 

He chokes out a sob when you move off the bed, releasing him from your hand for the moment. He shifts gingerly.

“Got something for you,” you say when you return. You hold the butt plug up for him to see. Desire flickers in his eyes. You grin- even as overstimulated as he is, Cecil can’t help but get excited at you using his favorite butt plug on him. He picked it out, actually. It’s bright yellow- “like the sun!”- shaped into two thick beads. 

You don’t even have to ask Cecil to open his mouth. As soon as you bring the plug near him, he sticks out his tongue eagerly. One word and he’s wrapping his lips around the silicone, closing his eyes and bobbing his head like he’s sucking dick.

“My sweet little slut,” you praise. “You look so fucking pretty like this.” The toy isn’t very long, but it is thick, and the sight of Cecil’s lips stretched around it has you biting back a moan. 

The plug is glistening with spit when you pull it free. Cecil gives a dazed whine. 

“I know baby,” you say comfortingly. He’s so eager it almost hurts. You give the plug a generous coating of lube and push Cecil’s legs up to expose his hole. 

“Cec.” You smack his ass to refocus him. Hazy brown eyes meet yours. “I need you to relax sweetheart. Can you relax for me?”

He nods, taking almost comically large breaths. The tip of the plug slides in easily, and you fuck it in and out of him until he’s begging for more. His exhausted cock twitches in interest when you reach the thickest part of the toy, the start of the second bead. You pause there, letting it stretch out his hole. 

“Ah- please move it, please move it, I can’t-” Cecil groans and instinctively draws his legs closed. You push them back open, making him suffer a few moments longer before pushing the plug the rest of the way in. 

“Thank you,” he sobs out.

“You’re welcome.” You kiss the inside of his knee, watching his face as you turn the toy on. 

You almost get a knee in the face. Cecil lurches up like he’s possessed, crying loud enough to make you briefly worried about the neighbors. After you scramble back and turn off the vibration- and jesus, it was on low- you’re surprised to see Cecil had already come again.

His chest is heaving with effort, his whole upper body flushed pink. Tears bead in the corners of his eyes. “Fuuuck,” he exhales.

You laugh and collect your bearings. “Well now I know you have one more in you,” you tease. This earns you a look you’ve taken to calling The Wet Kitten. 

“You promised me three more,” you remind him, taking his spent cock in hand. “And I intend on getting it.” Careful of his knees, you turn the toy back on. 

Cecil groans and thumps his head against the pillow a few times. “S’ too much honey, I dunno if I can,” he pleads. But his groans soon turn into gasps of pleasure, and his dick grows hard (albeit slowly) under your touch once again. 

“One more,” you encourage. You twist your hand up his length in long strokes. “I know you can do it. You’re already so close, aren’t you? Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my hand?” You thumb his slit. “Cum on my hand baby boy; I want every last bit of you.”

Cecil had been coming more and more undone the longer you spoke. He was rocking into your hand now, broken moans falling from his lips. A part of you is sad you didn’t have a camera to capture it. But you brush the handle of the toy with your leg as you stroke him, and Cecil actually screams as his fourth orgasm rips through him.

This time, you stop when he comes down from his high, turning off the butt plug as well and carefully slipping it out of him. He’s crying softly, and you shush him as you move to remove the restraints.

“You did so good for me,” you murmur, kissing his wrists as you release them. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you down next to him, burying his wet face against you. You rub his back, continuing to praise him quietly. 

When his breathing has evened out, you pull back a bit to tip his face up towards yours. “Was it okay?” you ask. “Not too much?”

“I loved it,” he sighs, giving you a sleepy smile. You thumb his cheek and kiss him sweetly. 

“Jus’...gonna go to sleep riiiight here,” he hums. He nestles against you, oblivious to his cum-coated stomach and thighs.

You laugh. “So I guess you don’t want beer and burritos…?” you joke. Cecil’s head pops back up and you laugh again at his expression. 

“Beer and burritos?!” 

“Mm. Shower first,” you tell him, casting a pointed look down. He blushes.

“Okay, yeah. Shower first.”

Taglist💖: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

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[lovelywetdreamer]

Cecil to his daughter, you : Don't be a brat to my team. Be a good girl for once

Mark:Don't worry she is a good girl for me

Cecil: WHAT?!?!

Guardian of the Globe: WHAT?!?!

Mark:..... I should probably run

You: Don't run just fly

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[gatorbites-imagines]

you guys should send me invincible requests *blinks cutely*

ive only finished season 1 but im already watching season 2, so feel free to send requests about the characters.

i have also only read like the first 13 issues of the comics, so most if not all my knowledge is based on the show and the wiki.

Note that my fave is def Mark at this point, but many of the characters have grown on me, especially Darkwing 1 and 2, Immortal, Rex, etc. ill even write about the flaxans at this point, cuz why the flaxan leader kindaaaa.... also a big fan of the evil versions of invincible.

Ive already had a few ideas, like a reader thats kinda based around mysterio from marvel. Or maybe the reader being green ghost, or even some viltrumite reader stuff.

and yes, of course i write smut too 🔥

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[shockedemojiatsv]

This meme is funny but like

Words cannot describe how much I want to **** cecil in the *** and then **** his ***** until he **** and **** *** ******* ** ***** ******

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[mishibashimori]

Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 1 (Revised Version)

Synopsis: You are an alien who crash landed onto Earth. You have no name, and no more home to go back to. The Guardians of the Globe have rescued you and brought you to get intensive care under the great Cecil Stedman. In helping out your new home, Earth, will you develop a relationship with the coldest man you know?

General Info: AFAB Gender Neutral Reader, Cecil is Younger in the Beginning and it Will Lead to Current Events, Reader is a Bubbly Optimist, Reader Description is Intentionally Vague so You can Imagine the Alien Species They Are However You'd Like

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Cannon Typical Violence, Eventual Sexual Content

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A piercing pain cut through your face, pulling your consciousness out of an inky black haze. Foggy shapes crept into the edges of your vision as a bright, white light stung your eyes. Lolling your head from side to side, you took in a strange room. Sharp, electronic beeping sounded to your right, and the smell of chemicals crept into your nose. The room was blinding, with chairs, curtains, and machines, all encompassed by a bright white not yet accustomed to your eyes. You saw the hazy, black outlines of people in the room, all staring at you with unseen eyes. The beeping grew louder, faster, and you trembled.

“They’re scared.” You heard one of the figures say. Gradually, the outlines became clear enough to tell certain features.

“No shit,” a smooth, but deeper voice grunted, “they just fell from space and landed themselves in intensive care.” A man with a large, swirling scar across the right side of his mouth sat in a chair next to your bed, staring at you intently. He had blonde hair to his shoulders, and his nose was littered with freckles. His eyes were cold, almost scrutinizing.

You tried to open your mouth to speak, but your jaw wouldn’t move. What came out was a rather pitiful, muffled groan. The man furrowed his brow. “Can you speak English?”

You nodded slowly.

The man gave a small nod in return, sitting back in his chair. “Your jaw is wired shut. Whatever the hell happened to you in space broke your face and got that nasty gash across it too.” His eyes darted toward your body. “You’ve been strapped down until you’re no longer considered a threat,” his eyes softened slightly, “though from the looks of you, I seriously doubt you are.” You flexed your arms and legs. Shiny steel cuffs clasped them tightly.

“Although,” a new voice spoke, capturing your attention. A woman clad in golden armor stepped up to your bed, and behind her you noticed a group of other strange looking individuals. They all stared at you with mixed expressions. “There has to be a reason why you were so gravely injured. Perhaps a situation in which you had to be… stopped. Forced into submission before you did something terrible.” The woman inclined her head, a sharp look in her eyes and her arms folded protectively across her chest plate.

You struggled with panic. The beeping of the machine grew rapid as you squeezed your eyes closed, feeling dizzy. There was nothing you could do to defend yourself. Again, you tried to open your mouth, straining against the wires embedded in your jaw. It was no use. You were terrified, and at the mercy of strangers.

“Easy, War Woman.” You snapped open your eyes; a large man with a beard stepped forward. “Let them recover and answer for themself.” He glanced towards you, a wary look on his face, “if they are a threat, we can handle it. There’s no use in aggravating them now.”

A deep relief set in your mind as War Woman stepped back. It was only then, when the adrenaline subsided, that the pain from your injuries became horribly apparent. The throbbing, deep gash across your nose was almost too much to bear, and it seemed your ribs broke all over again with every breath. You let your head slump against your pillow and let out a low groan.

“Everyone out,” the scarred man demanded suddenly, “I need to talk to them alone.” The group left without protest, and the scarred man stood. There was a scuffling before he pulled a device out of his pocket and held it out for you to see. It was a large ring of sorts, about big enough to fit over a basketball and seemingly made of metal. It had flashing boxes of technology welded into it. “This will allow you to speak without moving your mouth. It reads brain signals— or so I’m told. Do you mind?” You hesitated for a moment as he held the device level with your eye-line, before shaking your head no.

The man leaned over and secured the device to your head. Taking a step back, he put his hands in his pockets. “My name is Cecil Stedman. I'm the director of the Global Defence Agency, and the people you saw a few minutes ago are called the Guardians of the Globe. You’ve been in intensive care and unconscious for a month now.” He took one of his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowing pensively. “What’s your name, and where are you from?”

“A month? Oh, no.” Your eyes widened in surprise; your own thoughts, in a robotic voice, echoed around the room. Cecil relaxed his shoulders and smiled slightly. You guessed it wasn’t so much of what you had said, but the device working correctly that caused his sudden good mood. “I don’t have a name, and I’m from a planet called Ocrah. I mean no harm. I landed here by mistake. I can leave if it’s too much trouble.”

Cecil’s expression turned to surprise at your words, if not slightly amused. “You’re not going anywhere in your condition.” A sudden pain wracked your body as if on a universal cue, and you jolted, giving a high whine. Your wrists and ankles banged against the metal restraints as your body seized, and relaxed.

Cecil’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward, slipping the talking device off of your head. “We still have some questions for you, so you’ll be here for a while. Sit tight.” He put the device in a case, then snapped it shut. “I’ll let you rest for now, but I’ll be back tomorrow.” He turned and pressed a button on your bed, and in less than a minute a dozen medical staff bustled into the room. Before leaving Cecil stared you straight in the eye, his piercing blue irises holding a smoldering determination. “Stay alive.”

True to his word Cecil walked through your door the next day. From the time he’d been there last, you had grown accustomed to the strange situation you were thrust into. It helped that you weren’t cuffed to your bed anymore. Although you couldn’t walk, or really move your broken arms too much, being able to move freely definitely improved your optimism. You’d been dying to scratch your nose. The sight of humans - and at times, others - walking past the doorway didn’t startle you anymore, either. It’s a good thing, too, as that doorway was the only thing that you could stare at other than the ceiling. As you saw Cecil, you gave a slow blink in greeting. It was hardly noticeable, but all you could manage.

“Alright,” Cecil fished the device out of his pocket and fastened it to your head once again, “I’ve got more questions for you.”

“Good morning,” you blurted out immediately once the device switched on. “I don’t mean to be rude by disregarding your previous statement, but I feel it is important to greet people once you see them.”

Cecil paused and stared at you for a moment, then gave a snort. “I um… wasn't expecting that, I’ll be honest. Especially from an alien.” He gave a sigh, regarding you with an inquisitive look. “Good morning, I suppose.”

“I must tell you how much I appreciate the medical care. You are strangers to me, I don’t deserve this kindness.”

“Sheesh, are you usually this much of a kiss ass, or is this ‘happy-go-lucky attitude’ just so we don’t dump you on the street?” Your heart dropped at Cecil’s words, and you visibly shrunk back. There was a long silence as he stared at you with an intense scrutiny, and eventually you had to look away. After a few more moments, Cecil cleared his throat and continued awkwardly, “sorry, it’s been a long morning already.”

“What questions do you have for me?” You asked, continuing to focus on the far wall of your room.

There was hesitation again before Cecil spoke, “it, um, it seems from our information about your planet- which admittedly isn’t much - that you haven’t been in contact with Earth before.” You could hear him shuffle uncomfortably into a chair. “I know you said you landed here by mistake, but what were you doing in our orbit in the first place?”

“The leader of our planet forcefully removed me.” You responded.

“Why?”

“I couldn’t give him children.” Now the silence seemed deafening. You were aware it was a cruel and absurd answer, but it was the truth. “Is that an acceptable answer? I don’t wish to go into detail.”

“Yes, of course.” You were shocked at the gentleness in Cecil’s voice. You turned to look at him again. For the first time you noticed how tired he looked.

“What’s the next question?” You asked tentatively, feeling a bit awkward. Cecil perked up a bit, leaning forward in his chair.

“I’m assuming your planet has a government, or something like it, if you have a leader. Will they come searching for you? And if so, are they friendly?”

“I’m not sure. One would assume since I was removed, I wouldn’t be wanted back, but he is… strange. I wouldn’t count on predicting anything he does. And, no, he is not friendly.”

Footsteps sounded in the hallway outside of the room, making you both turn. A woman appeared with a potted flower in her hands.

“Hello,” she regarded the pair politely, “I just wanted to see how our patient was doing.” She gave a smile as she sat in the chair on the other side of your hospital bed.

“Alana.” Cecil greeted shortly, seemingly a bit annoyed at the interruption. He eyed the flower with equal disdain. You found it odd how irritated he was all of the sudden. “What’s that for? Don’t you usually get sick people bouquets?” He asked uncomfortably.

Alana gave Cecil a knowing look before turning to you. You craned your neck to look at the flower more closely, and a thrill of excitement went through you. “That’s a veradonya,” you explained, the robotic voice of the translator not properly relaying your excitement, “it’s a flower from my planet that you give to the sick. It’s said the scent helps with healing. How did you get this?”

“We had Immortal and Martian track it down. You’d be surprised how common they are on a small moon not far from here.” Alana hesitated when she saw the confusion on your face, then gave a small laugh. “Oh, right. You probably don’t recognize me.” Bending over in her chair, Alana dug around in a bag she’d brought with her, and pulled out a green stone. She slipped it in her mouth and in moments her form changed into a green, mannequin-like version of herself. “I’m the Green Ghost.”

You jerked in your bed, “oh, yes! Of course. I remember now.” You reached out with a trembling effort to take the plant from Alana’s hands. “Thank you very much. I cannot express my gratitude.”

From the other side of the bed, Cecil cleared his throat irritably. Alana let out a small chuckle and gestured towards him, “oh, and Cecil helped too.”

Cecil looked briefly flustered, tugging at his shirt collar, “that’s, uh, not what I meant, but you’re welcome.”

“He didn’t want his name on the present. Can’t have everyone knowing he has a heart.” Though Alana didn’t have visible eyes at the moment, you could sense she was giving Cecil a look. This only seemed to exasperate him more.

“Can’t we move on?” Cecil grumbled, folding his arms across his chest, “I’m kind of busy here.”

“Yes, Cecil,” you responded, glad that the device couldn’t translate a laugh, “what’s next?”

Cecil looked moderately satisfied with the compliance, smoothing his long, blonde hair back with his hand. “Once you’re recovered, you’ll have a few choices. You go somewhere other than Earth, if possible. You join the Guardians of the Globe, if you’re useful. Or you live a relatively normal life on Earth, monitored by us.” He fixed you with a stern look, leaning forward on his elbows. “You’ll have until the end of the year to decide. Regardless of what you choose, we’ll be watching you very closely.”

“Geez Cecil,” Alana piped up, not in her Green Ghost form any longer, “you give this speech to Martian, too? No wonder he joined. Was probably too scared to say no.” Cecil didn’t respond, just leaned back in his chair.

You took a few moments to consider your next words carefully before responding. “I’d like to be as useful as I can. So far, Earth has treated me a lot better than my own home planet.” You reached out a shaky hand towards Cecil, “and I can show you what I can do, if you give me your hand.” Cecil eyed your hand warily, then exchanged a look with Alana. Slowly, and after a few more moments of consideration, he reached out and took your hand in his, fixing you with a hard stare. You saw his expression gradually relax as a throbbing grew in your own head. A raging migraine had burst between your eyes and the back of your skull, causing you to wince. You retracted your hand and sat back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“You have healing powers,” Cecil stated, looking mildly impressed. His eyes flicked to your broken body, and he gestured to it, “why don’t you fix this, then?”

A rush of anxiety went through you. “I can’t heal myself.” You responded. It wasn’t the entire truth, you knew, but just enough of it. You could only take other’s injuries onto your own body, effectively healing them but hindering yourself. But that information was best kept secret. Who knew what these people wanted to do? “Only others.”

“How did you know I had a headache?” Cecil pressed.

“I guessed. You look… stressed.” You tried to calm your heart rate as the machine beside you began to beep rapidly. Opening your eyes, you saw Cecil noticed, too, but didn’t press further. Whether he knew you were lying or not, he didn’t say. Instead he stood, nodding toward Alana.

“You might be useful. We’ll see.” Cecil turned and, without a goodbye, slipped out the doorway.

Alana gave you a polite smile, “you’ll get used to him. Rest up, okay?”

“I will. Thank you, Alana.” Watching your new friend leave, you couldn’t help smiling to yourself. Even though they were virtually strangers, Alana and the others had been very good to you. It was a strange but welcome change to your life up to this point. You gave a relaxed sigh and snuggled deeper into your pillow. A sharp pain stung the top of your head as you got comfortable, and you realized Cecil had forgotten to take the talking device off. Staring at the ceiling, you decided to voice your thoughts. “Please, let this be a new start.”

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Disclaimer:

I try to be as accurate as possible to the source material for this fan fiction, but at times l'll get it wrong. The timelines for the Guardians of the Globe as well as Cecil are not as accurate as they should be but for the sake of wanting to have all the characters in here I fudged it. Just know that I understand not everything is accurate but let's just try to have a good time regardless!

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[eroticandawkward]

NSFW Alphabet: Cecil Dennis

MINORS DNI; THIS IS EXPLICIT WORK. 18+ ONLY

This wasn’t requested, but I wanted to do it so I did😁 These are just my personal thoughts; if you disagree or want to expand on them please feel free to do so! I would love to see y’all’s thoughts.

Gender neutral reader; mention of dick can be taken to mean a strap-on or an actual penis. Mentions of bdsm throughout.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cecil loves to snuggle after sex. He's very touchy feely, and will wrap his arms around you or have some part of him touching you while you two take a shower (because he usually works up quite the sweat). If he doesn't fall asleep first, he usually gets really hungry and wants to eat lol

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his good hand Probaby his smile? He knows he's pretty good-looking, and people have complimented him before on his smile. His favorite part of your body is your waist and hips! It doesn't matter if you're fat or skinny, he loves wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your tummy, or resting his hand on your hip as you two walk, or throwing his arm over you as he sleeps.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cecil doesn’t mind being covered in cum (I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a bukkake fantasy), and he enjoys cumming in you, but his favorite thing is tasting you. He will also lose his entire mind if you let him cum in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There's not much Cecil keeps hidden from you. Once you start dating, he's an open book when it comes to his wants and desires. However, the idea of a threesome/foursome/moresome has always appealed to him, as well as other forms of non monogamy, He's always been too embarrassed to bring it up, worried that you'll think you're not enough for him when nothing could be further from the truth. He just has a lot of love to give.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Cecil has certainly had a lot of sex, but he's not particularly good at it. His instinct is to go rough and quick. He doesn't have a lot of confidence in himself either. At least not to begin with. But he's a fast learner. Eager, too. You only have to show him a few times how you like it before he fucking dedicates himself to the task.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If you’re fucking him? Bent over something like a table or the counter. Bonus points if you have a hand in his hair. That way he can just lay there and take it like the good boy he is :). Otherwise, he loves anything that’s face to face with you, so he can kiss all over you and watch your face as he makes you feel good.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be very goofy! Sometimes without even meaning to lol. He can be hard on himself though if he feels he’s ruined the moment. Once he starts seeing sex as an experience, as something to be enjoyed together and intimate, he gets nervous that he isn’t “doing it right”. So he rarely cracks jokes unless you do first.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

If he wasn’t with you, he wouldn’t do anything down there. Cecil isn’t usually much one for…grooming. But honestly whatever you’re into, he’s happy to do. Probably wouldn’t be super into being waxed though, unless you were next to him holding his hand 🥺

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I’m mentioned before, Cecil is used to quick, impersonal fucks for the most part. So at first he’s not intimate at all. But as time goes on, he really starts leaning into the romantic aspect. He just loves you so much, and he wants to show you in any way he can. He’s always telling you how much he loves you, how much he loves what you’re doing to him, and can spend hours just worshiping your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanons)

Honestly I don’t think Cecil masturbates that often. Most of the time it’s when he’s high, laying on the couch or in bed and touching himself languidly. Occasionally when he feels the urge he’ll jerk off into his fist in the bathroom. He always puts a hand over his mouth, even if no one is home. It’s just habit by now, and it gives him a little thrill, like he’s doing something he’s not supposed to.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cecil is SO kinky. He’s also very adventurous, and is willing to try almost anything. Overstim is a big one, especially because he's so sensitive. He likes an edge of pain with his pleasure, not full-on masochism but definitely into things like impact play, cbt, edging, and the like. He prefers you being in control, and gets off on feeling helpless even though he knows you would never really hurt him. Shotgunning really turns him on too, but because it can sometimes exacerbate when he’s having a difficult time mentally, it’s not a kink you indulge in too much.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere babes. He doesn’t really have a preference.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you play with his hair!!!! he will want to smooch immediately!!! He also can get really wound up by dirty talk. Hearing what you’re going to do to him, or him telling you what he’s going to do to you, will really get him going. Sometimes he’s also just overcome with how much he loves you and that will turn him on too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not into dumbification or degradation. A bit of humiliation? Sure! But he doesn't like to be made to feel stupid, or useless.

Being dominant isn’t his thing either. He’ll top if it’s like, a service top situation, but he prefers to be submissive and on bottom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Cecil freaking loves oral. He loves giving it, he loves receiving it; he loves everything about it. Face fucking is definitely a kink of his. Throat training too- he used to have a sensitive gag reflex but now he’s so proud of how far he can take a dick. 

If you let him, Cecil will happily spend forever between your legs, drawing out orgasms and getting drunk on the taste of you. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It can be hard for Cecil to slow down. He can’t help it; everything just feels so good. Even though they can be frustrating, he likes that restraints force him to slow down and savor the moment, because otherwise he can get too in his own head chasing sensations. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Most of his experience with sex until meeting you has been quickies. He certainly doesn't mind them, loving any chance to be intimate with you, but he prefers longer, more intimate fucks, ones that have him sweaty and seeing stars by the end.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s definitely willing to experiment! And probably a little too open to taking risks lmao. I think he would want to try some harder, more dangerous kinks that just wouldn’t be a great idea for him to try. It’s likely that you’d be the one reigning him in in the relationship, reminding him that yes of course you can have fun, but it’s important to be smart about it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Because Cecil is so sensitive, it really doesn't take much to make him cum. His recovery time is crazy fast though. He can go for several rounds before fully stopping. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Cecil loooves toys. Loves them on himself, loves using them on you. He likes the variety of sensations they can bring, and some of them are just so pretty!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This sweet boy gets way too excited to be able to fully tease you. He’d try, but then you just look so delicious and he wants to skip right to the main course! It’s much better if you tease him, because his impatience gets turned into you dominating him which he is very into. He’s even pretty into you using his natural impatience against him, making him cry because you keep edging him or setting tasks you know he’ll fail so you can give him a punishment.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's loud. Talkative too. At first he's a little embarrassed about his noises and tries to hold them in, but once you assure him it's okay he's a begging, moaning, whining mess at your touch.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He talks in his sleep. Not very loud, just little mumbles into the pillow every now and again. And the things he says make absolutely no sense.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Though not buff by any means, Cecil is surprisingly fit for someone who drinks, smokes, and eats as much as he does. He’s got a bit of muscle definition particularly in his arms, and a little chub on his tummy. Naturally hairless on his chest, but can be pretty hairy elsewhere if he doesn’t do anything with it (like a certain someone). And yes he has a little patch of hair on the small of his back like Oscar, thank you for asking.

Dick-wise, he’s pretty average. Not very long, not very thick, but certainly very sensitive.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Being horny is one of Cecil’s base states (the other three being Sleepy, Hungry, and Confused). Even when you’re not having sex he’s very touchy. He’s okay if you can’t keep up with his voracious appetite though. Make him dry hump a pillow or touch himself while you tell him how pretty he looks and he’s a happy man. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

We begin how we end lol. If his stomach doesn’t overrule him, Cecil is usually nodding off pretty quickly after you two are done. He’s even fallen asleep in the shower once. Of course, he tries to keep his eyes open and make sure you’re well taken care of, even if every other word is punctuated with a yawn.

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[lovelywetdreamer]

Being Cecil's only daughter means you are always in constant danger, that's why your daddy pointed out Mr. Invincible to be your bodyguard. He couldn't afford to lose you, you were the only light in Cecil's dark world. Cecil has only two rules for Mark to follow. Rule one: Protect his daughter at no cost. Rule Two: Don't fuck his daughter. Mark only follows rule one. Mark got addicted to the idea of Cecil catching his precious, innocent daughter getting bred by the same man he always threatened. It is time for Mark to have his own little revenge.

To keep watch on you, Mark got you on your knees, staring down at you with a dark gaze, his cock jammed down your virgin throat. Mark became a mence because he got you like this at the front house door. The door is unlock and Cecil can come at any moment to see his daughter getting her mouth fucked. You are ashamed at yourself. You are supposed to be the perfect innocent daughter not Mark's personal play thing. Too bad your body disagree with you. Your throat was burning and yet you were ready patiently for his cum.

"I-im gonna cum in this beautiful throat baby." Mark was not lying. Thick rope of cums pouring into your mouth. Struggling to swallow Mark's cum both you and him hear the doorknob turns. He came too much in your mouth that some of it fails on your white blouse. Mark rush you up from the floor. "Just follow my lead" Mark order you.

Cecil enter his house to see his precious daughter coughing and Mark patting her on the back. "What wrong sweetie?" Cecil asks.

"Sorry Cecil, she was swallowing something and it went down the wrong hole. Next time I make sure she swallows properly sir."

"You better. If something happens to my daughter, I'll have your head, Grayson." Cecil points his finger at Mark.

This is just an idea that popped into my head

#Mark grayson #mark grayson x cecil daughter #mark grayson x female reader #mark grayson smut #Invincible #invincible mark grayson #Invincible mark grayson smut

[writefightandflightclub]

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

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

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You fold your arms and sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blinks at you blankly. Again.

Clearly not, then?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No? You don’t wanna?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods.

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

“It is?”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

His big cow eyes go all soft and wet.

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

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

“I have fun with you too, Hottie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then - aha - he finally has it.

“I could jerk off.”

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

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

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

Oh that’s your problem with his idea?

That it’s not participatory enough?

“You could help.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No?”

You blink at him dumbly now.

“No. I only want you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you might as well just…

go with the flow.

It certainly works for Cecil.

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

[mishibashimori]

Two Of Us || Cecil Stedman x Reader || Chapter 5

Synopsis: You are an alien who crash landed onto Earth. You have no name, and no more home to go back to. The Guardians of the Globe have rescued you and brought you to get intensive care under the great Cecil Stedman. In helping out your new home, Earth, will you develop a relationship with the coldest man you know?

General Info: AFAB Gender Neutral Reader, Cecil is Younger in the Beginning and it Will Lead to Current Events, Reader is a Bubbly Optimist, Reader Description is Intentionally Vague so You can Imagine the Alien Species They Are However You’d Like

TW: Verbal and Physical Past Abuse, Failed Pregnancy Mentions, Depression, Self Depreciation, Eventual Sexual Content.

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It had been a few days since you and Cecil had your drunken night. It wasn’t intentional that you hadn’t spoken since then, at least not on your end, but it grew worrisome in your mind. You learned Cecil wasn’t the most fluent in conveying— well, anything he was thinking, in the six months you’ve known him. Whether he did it on purpose or not you really hadn’t figured out yet. But that night was the most genuine you’d ever seen him. You’d be lying if you said it hadn’t been on your mind, and that it definitely did not give you a giddy feeling. Yet it seemed that something changed that night as well, and not for the better. Regardless, you decided to settle your troublesome torrent of thoughts this morning.

After walking around for a bit longer than you’d like to admit, you finally found the cafeteria in this maze of a place and grabbed a dozen donuts. You weren’t entirely sure what flavor he liked- they all seemed so good- so you just got as much as you could. On your wander you had even stopped by to check on Alana. She was still unconscious but doing much better after your help. Holly had been there, too. After giving her your regards, you set off again.

Finally, you spotted Cecil. It had taken a few questions to lingering agents in the halls about his whereabouts, but you found him. He was standing in the middle of a room full of people on computers, his hands in his pockets and his posture tall, commanding. His back was turned to you as he busily gave orders, so you decided to hang back and wait. Taking a seat, you set the box of donuts on the table in front of you and turned to an agent busily typing away.

“Hello.” You greeted, giving a smile.

The agent, a young man of maybe nineteen, gave a startled noise and turned to you for a brief moment. “Oh, hello. Um, did you need something?”

“Not particularly,” you cocked your head, “just wanted to say hello.”

The man gave you an inquisitive look behind his sunglasses but responded politely. “Oh, well, my name is Donald. Nice to meet you.”

Before you could respond, you sensed a presence walking up to your other side. Turning, you were met with the steely blue eyes of Cecil. Your happy expression immediately faltered at the look on his face.

“Can I talk to you in private?” He asked lowly, throwing a warning glance at Donald. Immediately taking the hint, Donald spun back around and busied himself once more.

“Of course.” You grabbed the box of donuts and followed Cecil out of the room. An uncomfortable squirm in your stomach grew as he took you a good few feet away from the door and turned to face you.

“I can’t be irresponsible anymore,” he started, emotion void in his voice. “From now on, you and I will remain professional. We aren't friends, and we don’t have a relationship other than being colleagues.” The expression on your face must’ve been absolutely miserable, because Cecil’s own face shifted quickly to something painful for a brief moment before he steeled himself again.

“Why?” You asked, your voice wavering a bit.

Cecil took a deep breath before responding. “This job is dangerous, and time consuming. I can’t let emotions cloud my judgment on anything. I got too involved with you.” There was a long silence that followed his words as you took them in. Cecil drew himself up, seemingly steadfast in his belief as he squared his shoulders. You bowed your head.

“I see.” Without further prompting, you gently set the box of donuts into his hands and gave a small nod. Grief grew like gnarled vines in your chest, making your throat tight. It took everything in you to choke out words. “Thank you for all you’ve done. I’ll leave you be.”

Cecil looked almost shocked, as if he didn’t expect you to react so amiably, though he recovered quickly. “I hope you understand that this is for the best.” He said softly. His tone and face were as cold and emotionless as ever, almost how it was when you had first met him. You just simply walked away, numbly gazing at the floor. Something in you was screaming to look back, but you fought it. Cecil had been transparent and firm on his word, there was no reason to challenge him.

It wasn’t clear where you were planning to go, so you just resided yourself to wander once more around the halls of the GDA. Eventually your feet led you to the hospital wing of the building. Mustering up what little optimism was left in you today, you made your way to Alana’s room. Upon entering you found Holly sat beside your friend, gently stroking her forehead. “Hey Holly.”

Holly jerked her head up, obviously startled by your sudden presence. “Oh, it’s just you.” She sounded relieved. “Hello.” She gestured to a chair on the opposite side of Alana’s hospital bed where you took a seat. “How’re you this morning? Your body feeling better?”

“My body?” You echoed, momentarily confused. Realization slowly crept back to you. How could you have forgotten the accident that landed you here in the first place? Your mind was really roaming away from you. “Oh, yes. It’s doing much better. I feel a lot stronger.”

Holly gazed at you for a while in silence. “How’s your mind? You seem out of it.”

“I’m okay.” You responded almost immediately. The events were still pretty fresh in your mind, having happened only a short time ago. Your brain was still reeling from the emotions you felt. It would be hard to put them into words.

“You can talk to me, if you’d want to.” Holly prompted gently.

Your eyes lingered on Alana, still unconscious in her hospital bed. “You have more than enough to deal with at the moment. I’ll be okay.” There was another long lapse into silence as you both sat. The beeping and whir of medical machines was the only noise, and you slowly relaxed into your chair at the rhythmic sound. Letting your mind wander, your gaze traveled around the room in an almost dazed state until it somehow landed on your wrist. The teleportation device was still strapped onto it. “Hey Holly, how long have you known Cecil?”

“Ah,” she gave a slight chuckle, “so that’s what’s wrong.”

A flush of embarrassment hit your cheeks, “what does that mean?” The words came out a little louder than you meant them to.

“We could all see you two getting close. He seems to care for you a great deal. And you always had that love-struck puppy look in your eyes.” She gazed down at Alana fondly, as if remembering something. “I look at Alana the same way.” Then she turned to you, a bit more of a somber expression on her face. “But he’s a closed off man. You have to be, if you do what he does. I can only guess he’s made that apparent to you.”

“He has.” You said meekly. “I respect his decision, however much I’d like it to be different.”

“Cecil has a lot of responsibility. He protects a great many people. To be that much of an omniscient force, you can’t let your judgment get clouded.” As Holly spoke, you bowed your head. You knew what she was saying was true, but it didn’t make it hurt less. “But,” she began again, “when you care for someone, it doesn’t just go away. He may not have a choice whether to let you go or not.”

You looked at her, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Holly sat up straight, her eyes clear and intense. Her words were passionate as she spoke. “The Guardians of the Globe have a similar responsibility in protecting the city. We are in constant danger.” She gave a sad glance towards Alana. “When I fell in love with Alana, I tried my best to ignore it. Situations like this are unpredictable. Any one of us could die any day.” She looked back to you, now holding your gaze steadily. “But I realized that I was going to love her either way. If we were together, or if we decided to distance ourselves, it didn’t matter. I would rather fight alongside her knowing that we shared memories and love, than to have her die and not of shared anything.”

“That’s beautiful.” You responded, smiling softly.

Holly wiped a stray tear from her eye before continuing, “I know it might be a little too early for love between you and Cecil. But if you want your relationship to grow, and he does as well, there’s nothing that should stop you.” She reached her hand towards you, and you grasped it gently. “Give him time. He’s a stuffy government agent with a lot on his mind. Let him come to terms with whatever he may be feeling. Your emotions should be taken into account too. I know it’s hard but, well, you didn’t exactly choose the easiest man to fall for.”

You gave a laugh at that, and Holly smiled at you. “Thank you. I’ll think on it.” You rose to your feet. “Will you be alright here on your own? I could grab you something to eat if you’d like.”

“I’ll be alright.” Holly responded, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. “Go get your mind off of things.”

With a goodbye you headed off, your optimism reignited. Perhaps it wasn’t all too bad. You didn’t plan on stomping on Cecil’s wishes, but you wanted to give one last chance to rekindle your relationship. Feeling invigorated, you decided to stop by the Guardian’s training grounds.

Rounding up on the entrance, you sprinted through, feeling your muscles work wonderfully under your skin. After being confined in the hospital for so long, it felt good to stretch your endurance. You hadn’t had the chance to in a while. The training grounds opened into a wide, long space of pure white. A few pieces of exercise equipment were lined up neatly against the walls, but for the most part it was an empty room with an opportunity to test your abilities.

Like a firecracker you whistled through the perimeter of the room, occasionally taking bounds and leaps for fun. Your heart was pumping, the adrenaline of joy spurring you on. It wasn’t until you saw Josef and Immortal standing at the entrance that you screeched to a halt. The pair exchanged looks with each other along with money.

“What’s that about?” You panted, gesturing towards the twenty dollar bill in Josef’s hand.

“We made a bet that your species would get ‘zoomies’ when you were happy.” Immortal replied, an amused expression on his face.

“It’s more common than you think. Even I get them.” Josef added, shoving the money in his pocket.

“You’re the Red Rush, you always have them.” Immortal jeered, playfully jabbing Josef with his elbow. He turned his attention back to you. “So, what’s got you so excited?”

“Did Cecil finally confess his feelings for you, zabavnaya veshch’?” Josef waggled his eyebrows at you. You gave him a sour expression, and he immediately reeled back. “What, really? Was only a joke.”

“No, not exactly,” you responded, still out of breath, “it’s complicated.”

Immortal leaned back, a thoughtful look on his face. “We knew you two were getting close but— Cecil? Really? That man has feelings?” He gave a hearty laugh. “It’s not that we think you’re hard to like but Cecil is- well, Cecil. We only joked about romance between you two. Didn’t think it was actually real.”

“Well I don’t know, like I said, it's complicated.” You gave him an exasperated sigh.

“What are you guys, high schoolers?” A new voice piped up behind the pair of superheros. You lean up on your tiptoes, peering over their heads to see Darkwing strolling up. “Gossiping about crushes.”

“You’re just mad because you can’t get a boyfriend.” Josef chided him as he walked by. “Adults are allowed to indulge in romance gossip every now and then. Not everyone has to brood.” The only response he got from Darkwing was an annoyed snort.

Laughter broke out down the hall as a few more of the Guardians walked up. Samson was at the head of it. “Never argue with Josef, Darkwing, you know that.” As the rest of the Guardians behind him dispersed into the room, he rounded up to your side with an excited look. “Are we gossiping?”

You laughed and nudged him playfully before looking around, confused. “What are you all doing here?”

“It’s training day.” Immortal put in, breaking away from your group and starting to stretch. “Wanna join?”

“Yeah, we can show you some cool moves from the big leagues.” Samson struck a few comically manly poses, which earned a chuckle from you.

“That sounds—“ you began to say, before you were cut off.

“No.” You turned to meet Cecil’s steely face. His long, blond hair was tussled, and you hadn’t noticed it this morning but he looked a mess. Purple bags clung under his eyes, and his tie was loose and wrinkled.

You gave a confused look. “Why not?”

“These are professionally trained superheroes under my jurisdiction. You could get seriously hurt.”

“Well,” you start, crossing your arms and holding yourself up straight, “I have to make a decision, right? Of what I want to do on Earth, by the end of the year.”

Cecil’s eyes narrowed. “…yes.”

“And one of those decisions was joining the Guardians of the Globe.” You continued. “Let me see if I can keep up. I don’t think I’m as fragile as you think.”

He regarded you with a look of absolute annoyance, but what you said was true. With obvious reluctance he gave you a nod. “Fine. Just be careful.”

Josef gave a snarky chuckle, “big bad Cecil taken down by the rookie.”

Cecil threw him a smoldering glare. Josef using the nickname he gave you really seemed to strike a cord with him. “Remember who gives you your paycheck.” With that he turned and walked down the hall, later reappearing in a room overlooking the training grounds through a glass window. His voice crackled back to life over an intercom. “Alright, let’s get started.”

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Disclaimer:

I try to be as accurate as possible to the source material for this fan fiction, but at times I’ll get it wrong. The timelines for the Guardians of the Globe as well as Cecil are not as accurate as they should be but for the sake of wanting to have all the characters in here I fudged it. Just know that I understand not everything is accurate but let’s just try to have a good time regardless!

#cecil stedman fanfiction #cecil stedman invincible #cecil stedman x reader #cecil x reader #invincible fanfiction #invincible show #cecil stedman #invincible #green ghost #immortal invincible #dark wing #darkwing invincible #red rush #red rush invincible #war woman #war woman and green ghost are gay #war woman invincible

[midgardian-witch]

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

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

You're bored.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Either way you'd make good use of him.

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

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Heeey

Hope u're doing well

Please can I request a connor stoll x reader one shot where the mom (the reader) is going out with friends after all the pregnancy period, and it is the first time Connor is taking care of the baby all by himself for the evening

Have a good day

Can't believe that this was the request that brought me out of my writing slump lol. I have so many requests that I'm trying to write for right now and I figured people would rather have a short blurb than nothing at all, so this is only like 0.8k words. Sorry babes, hope you enjoy. Xx

pizza night--- Connor Stoll x reader [parent fic]

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-First of all Connor would be literally the best dad ever.

-I mean, like, obviously your baby would grow up knowing far too many swear words and probably ties people's shoes together when they're not looking, but no ones actually surprised.

-You would be able to take the cutest photos of your baby asleep on his chest in front of the tv or dancing in the kitchen while dinner cooked [you know when little kids stand on your feet and you hold their hands to dance? He would do that]. 

-He’d also for the first time not steal from a lolly shop when he takes the baby and lets them pick out the lollies from the pick and mix tubs. He’d hold the baby up like Simba at the start of The Lion King. You know the scene. 

-But that’s after the baby stops crying every night and can wear shoes that totally have little wings drawn on them. 

-When you’re laying on the couch eating ice cream with sprinkles and Connor is cleaning up baby vomit or something and your friends start spamming the group chat to get your attention, you’d just ignore it to begin with.

-Who wants to go out when there’s a screaming two week old baby at home and you’ve got cramps absolutely everywhere? To go and talk about babies when you literally never want to explain why you chose the name you did and why the baby is wearing a Lightning McQueen onesie [Cecil].

-But Connor hears the pings of your phone and [after turning it off so as to not wake the baby] he decides that you're going to have a great night out with your friends who would have to promise no baby talk or strenuous exercise. 

-So you’re all dressed up in comfortable clothing and flat shoes [no post pregnant person is walking around in stilettos, and you might be amazing, but you’re not that amazing], ready to go out for a night of gossip and drinks, or pizza and relaxing, depending on your mood, when you realize that this would be the first time Connor is on baby duty without you pottering around the house somewhere or napping. 

-He promises that everything will be fine and if the baby doesn’t go to bed he’ll just call Clovis over. 

-He then had to promise that he will not in fact put a spell on the newborn and will be very responsible and baby you don’t have to worry he’s been watching youtube tutorials on this stuff for eight months and seven days. 

-On a completely unrelated note, you found out you were pregnant about eight months and seven days ago.

-So you’re pushed out the door into your friend's car and Connor realizes he should probably take advantage of the fact the baby is sleeping in the other room to prepare for what would hopefully be an uneventful night.

-He mixes together the milf formula and leaves it in the fridge before ordering pizza. Take out or baked goods that his siblings dropped off while they zoomed around the city going to and from whatever it was they were doing had become the go to for meals since baby duty became the main concern and most food burnt on the stove in minutes. 

-Connor always orders meatlovers, but picks the sausage bits off and puts mushrooms on top. 

-It’s the best.

-Unfortunately babies can’t eat the greatest pizza ever, so after doing the washing and tidying up the utter chaos of your three bedroom house [one for you and Connor, one for your kid, and the spare room for Travis. Connor had one at Travis’s apartment too], ringing the hospital to book in that check up appointment for a few days away, paying the pizza delivery girl, and sitting down for approximately four minutes until the baby began crying, he took the milk out of the fridge and went to the living room. 

-Connor held the baby with one arm, wiping drool off the tiny onesie, and turned on the TV. Luckily for him, your baby loved watching the colors move and make noise. 

-You were adamant about not raising an Ipad KidTM, but he figured Netflix was an exception. 

-He looked down for the baby's reaction when pausing on each movie.

-A bored gurgle at Lightning McQueen [Cecil would riot], a blank stare at Taylor Swift’s new movie, and then a screaming fit when he played the trailer for The Hunger Games [probably not a good idea to begin with] and he moved onto better half of his favorite movies. 

-He pressed play on an all time classic.

-Connor’s child needed to have impeccable taste, or he just might ignore them until they tried to take over the world.

-Too soon?

“Life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop to look around once in a while, you just might miss it.”

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#sorry that last part was kinda #too soon? #I just had to add it though #the Hermes Cabin are literally my children though I would write anything for htem #pjo fandom #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #Connor Stoll x reader #connor stoll x you #hermes cabin #travis stoll #cecil markowitz #Luke castellan #the Stoll brothers #Connor Stoll x y/n