#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

#cecil x reader #cecil dennis x reader #cecil x you #cecil dennis x you #revenge for jolly fanfiction #mine #sweet as honey ❤️🩹

[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

#Invincible #mark grayson #invincible x reader #mark grayson Invincible #cecil #cecil's daughter #Invincible cecil #suggestions #comedy

[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 🔥

#male reader #invincible season 2 #invincible #invincible show #invincible x male reader #invincible x reader #invincible imagine #invincible headcanon #mark grayson #nolan grayson #rex splode #Allen the alien #yall rocking with angstrom? #Aquarus #black samson #bulletproof #cecil stedman #damien darkblood #darkwing #flaxan #flaxan leader #martian man #the immortal #mauler twins #red rush #invincible robot #mohawk invincible #sinister invincible #cannibal invincible #william clockwell

[milk-ducts]

You know, I'm in love with the concept of platonic yandere Cecil having to deal with a hero teenager, whom while being very powerful, is also very prone to accidentally befriending villains because they're just genuinely a sweet person. Dear god imagine Devil's reaction if the villains of the show also became platonic yanderes for this oblivious yet kind person, I wonder how Cecil would react

cw;; unhealthy dynamics ,, isolation,, murder is mentioned,, gaslighting,, toxic shit ,, yandere galore !!!!!

,m sorry .. i just love the thought of a possessive parental-like cecil. hes so mother .. if its not ur thing moots, please skip < 3 i dont write extreme dark content . and i don't plan on ever doing it !!

Awahhfhg,, are they trying to give him a heart attack?? HE would not take it well. He's not willing to accommodate to others—especially villains—trying to embed themselves into Reader's life !!

Reader just had to be too damn sweet n trusting for their own good. The thought of those piss-ants worming their way into Reader's good graces and taking advantage of their kindness made Cecil's blood boil. He'd be monitoring them closely, that's for sure. Let them make one wrong move, give him one reason, and he'd make them regret ever laying eyes on Reader.

But Cecil's first order of business would be giving Reader a stern talking to about proper protocol and personal safety. Honestly, how did they make it this far without someone threatening them into compliance? Not that Cecil would ever actually threaten Reader. He just wanted them to understand the severity of cavorting with criminals. If they refused to see reason, well Cecil would just have to take matters into his own hands. Some "time-off" (aka coerced isolation) for the teen!reader here, a few villains disappearing from the face of the earth there. Whatever it took to keep Reader safe, whether they realized it or not.

Murder was always a last resort. Cecil preferred more subtle methods of control. He'd manipulate events to his favor, arrange "chance" encounters, do a bit of gaslighting if necessary. Anything to keep Reader dependent on him. They were his, after all, and he'd be damned if he let some two-bit villains take what was under his supervision.

So basically, there’s little tolerance for their villain buddies. Nope! he won't share with potential dangers to humanity AND reader;; won't make truces either, not even feigned ones. Reader belonged to Cecil and Cecil alone.

#invincible #invincible season 2 #cecil stedman #yandere invincible #yandere x reader #yandere cecil stedman x reader #invincible spoilers #yandere invincible x reader #platonic yandere #cecil stedman x reader #invincible x reader #milkyrambles #milkyasks #ik i mentioned in an earlier ask that he might not coddle reader but this is a diff scenario which i think he'd be vastly paranoid with #SORRY VILLAIN BUDS .. this man has is stressed enough as it is . #yandere cecil stedman #i personally think a yan cecil wouldnt be too intense . in fact he's pretty mild compared to potential yans like .. FKING nolan for example #hes only really active in reader's life if its something that endangers them such as: #villains or the reader themselves. #other than that . you wouldnt even be able to tell he even cares for reader << this is well intentioned . he cannot risk you getting harmed

[shockedemojiatsv]

This meme is funny but like

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

#🤯 random #cecil dennis #cecil revenge for jolly #cecil #baby boy #his puppy eyes #cecil dennis x reader #revenge for jolly #oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #id do everything and anything for Cecil

[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.

#cecil dennis x reader #cecil dennis x you #cecil x reader #character alphabet #cecil dennis #sweet as honey ❤️🩹 #revenge for jolly fanfiction #mine

[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

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[milk-ducts]

I live for the sheer angsty idea of platonic yandere Cecil with a hero!reader. The angsty part is that while they're an excellent hero and take their work very seriously, they have some serious OCD about making sure EVERYTHING goes right, to the point where they neglect taking care of themselves and stay up all night in case they're needed. I just know my OCD-having self would overthink everything if I were a hero in Invincible. Imagine Cecil realizing his poor kid is NOT okay whatsoever :(

LET ME SLIDE IN RQ !!! in love with this hc btw <3 hope you don't mind me giving my take on it.

cw;; yanderes and all,, unhealthy power dynamics,, ableism and infantilizing maybe (?) ,, confinement

As the Director of the GDA, and with Reader under his care. Cecil would undoubtedly notice their concerning behavior and habits that stem from their severe OCD, even if no one else does. While he presents himself as cold and detached, Cecil cares far more deeply for the reader than he lets on. He sees them as instrumental to the continued safety and security of humanity, but also views them with a certain protectiveness, like a mentor or guardian. Their obsessive drive to 'get everything right' at the cost of their own health and sanity would worry him greatly.

Cecil isn't one to hover or coddle - he gives the reader their space and trusts in their abilities. But he monitors them closely, taking note of the signs of deteriorating mental state and exhaustion. The bags under their eyes, delayed response times, lapses in judgement. He knows the reader pushes themselves too hard in a vain attempt to eliminate any possibility of failure or imperfection. Their desire for control stems from a place of deep insecurity that they aren't good enough, that people will get hurt if they don't give 200% of themselves at all times.

In private, Cecil would confront them about this harmful behavior, hoping to talk some sense into that stubborn head of theirs. He'd express his concern for their wellbeing in his typical abrasive way, not mincing words about the damage they're doing to themselves. But beneath the harsh admonishments, his care and worry for them would be apparent. Cecil wants the reader to thrive, not run themselves into the ground for the sake of being the world's 'perfect' hero. He knows their limits better than they do themselves. If talking doesn't work, Cecil would take matters into his own hands to ensure they get the rest and recovery they so desperately need, even if it means subjecting them to solitary confinement. He's willing to be the control-freak many believe him to be if it means saving them from themselves.

Cecil would make a terrifying yandere,,, almost in his own subtle way. His brand of obsessive 'love' and protectiveness manifests through control, thinking he knows best and will do whatever must be done for the reader's own good - whether they agree or not. You clearly have no capacity for self-control, so he's willing to fill that role of structure in your life, he's the perfect candidate for it after all.

So in conclusion, he'd forsake and disregard OCD!reader's autonomy if he sees them overtaxing themselves. but hey ,, atleast he cares < 3

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