#Cecil steadman

[queenfishie]

They made him look so pretty I’m foaming at the mouth

[bia-logical]

hes more than daddy….hes like grandpa…

[emil-the-idiot42]

funny sleep deprived idea

Donald: So... The new alien.

Cecil: They spend all the money we give them on blankets and stuffed animals. Decorations too. Nothing else.... says they're colorful, comfortable, and cute.

Donald: They're almost your exact opposite. They're strong but soft, and you're weak but hard.

Cecil: ...

Donald: ...

Cecil: You could have worded that better...

Donald: Yes sir, sorry sir.

[psyrapmafia]

Me, someone who literally never understood why ppl ship characters, watching cecil comfort debbie:

[theduckeminence]

🦉 Who’s Hungry? 🍔 🍟 🥤

[mr-cheeses-hamtastic-reblogs]

kept having this mental image of Cecil, so I drew it :3 (Yes he is wearing his suit under it)

[okbutwhy-rebooted]

They are twins (insert evil twin trope for Maelstrom)

also, them as young:

source for the cecil pic

[a-super-cutie]

Persistence. Obsession. Persistently obsessed.

(Part 3 of 8) SFW chapter, MDNI, 18+ series

cecil stedman x female!superhero!reader

wc: 1,623

series synopsis: You and Cecil have started seeing each other but your jobs (mostly his) keep interrupting date after date. He clearly thinks this won't work for you, but how many times do you have to tell him how utterly head over heels you are for him?? Well, if telling won't work, maybe showing him will.

Masterlist ~~~ Last Part ~~~ Next Part

Cecil texted you at 1am Saturday morning, though you still considered it Friday night. He was driving over which surprised you since you didn’t even know he had a license. Why would someone who could teleport, request helicopter transport, or order anyone to give him a ride in a bulletproof armored vehicle ever drive a car himself?

Your stomach flipped uneasily and you turned away from the window to look at your plants. “I hope he doesn’t know… It’d take a whole day to drive there. That’s too much time wasted.”

You saw Cecil park and get out. He was in his usual suit and your mouth watered. The wind blew his silver hair around but he paid it no mind and combed it down. His shoulders slumped and your own tensed. Poor guy looks so stressed. He stood there staring at the pavement for a few more seconds before ascending the steps to the front doors of the building and disappeared from view.

You flew to your front door and waited patiently - or as much as you could manage. He knocked and you flung it open, throwing yourself into him.

“Cecil! I missed you! I’m so glad you’re here!” You pulled away and let him in.

He chuckled. “Thanks for having me… You've done good with this place.” He looked around as he slipped off his shoes. His socks were a deep blue with gold-ish-yellow over his toes and heels. “You like it here?”

You followed him around as he inspected the loft. “It’s wonderful! Waaay better than my old apartment. And the best thing about it is I’m constantly thinking of you.”

“Uh.” He gave you a little sideways grin.

You blushed and turned around a kitchen-counter chair for him to sit at. “You thirsty? You got me some fresh orange juice this morning.” You smiled and floated over to the fridge and motioned to the square container. “Hmm?”

He nodded and ducked his head. He was acting weird. This wasn’t his normal nervousness but you brushed it off anyways and got both of you a glass of the sweet citrus-y juice. He took it and looked around the apartment again.

You watched him while you finished your glass of the fresh-squeezed goodness. “How was work?” He jumped at that and you winced. You didn’t asked him about work anymore, he never answered the question. “I just mean… You seem extra…“ How could you word this? “Anxious?”

He hummed and took a swig. “Stressed. Just stressed.”

You nodded in understanding but couldn’t keep the small smile from showing. 'Stressed' he says... “Well then maybe we should take these two days to do some de-stressing. Just the two of us.” You hovered closer and leaned into him. His blue eyes followed your lips as they connected with his.

The clank of his glass echoed as he gave you his full attention, both now fully making out on the swivel bar-chair he sat in. You turned him away from the counter and settled yourself between his legs, your own still hovering above the wooden floor.

He hummed and you deepened the kiss, feeling his lips part to let your tongue in. Every so often you felt the rough texture of the scarred side of his lips and you hummed with lust every time. Your hands found his soft hair and tangled into his locks, pulling his head back as you hovered higher to kiss down on him, your legs wrapping around his waist.

His hands, at first distant and hesitant, now clung to your hips, pulling and pushing you over his growing erection. He grunted and you moaned into his mouth without thought, there was no reason to hold back. His slacks allowed you to move over him so easily, the friction between your legs so agonizingly amazing. You moaned again, this time pulling away to curl into him, your head resting on his shoulder as he ground you into his hardness. This was heaven. This was everything you wanted.

Then it was over as quickly as it began.

He pushed you away and cleared his throat, fixing his clothes as he stood idly.

“Cecil? What’s wrong? I really liked that.” Your arms wrapped around him as your eyes searched his, blue as the ocean on a cloudy day.

“Just don’t want to rush into things.” His arms didn’t wrap around you. His hands didn’t hold you either. He felt miles away. “Let’s take things slow.”

You nodded and watched him walk over to your bed area, separated from the rest of the studio by a few half-height shelves. Despite his serious demeanor, he really was cute as he inspected your space. “You say take things slow and then you walk over to my bed. Those are some mixed signals.” You giggled and followed him.

He looked around. What was he looking for? Dirty laundry? Trash pushed under the bed? A secret pet he told you the apartment inspectors wouldn’t allow?

You sighed and placed your hands on his shoulders, turning him to face you. “I’ve got an idea. Do you trust me?” It was time. The door was locked. The fire escape ladder was jammed on your end. The apartment was well guarded for two days if you left through the window like you always did on missions.

“What idea?”

You grinned wickedly. “It involves a blindfold.”

“We’re taking things slow. Remember?”

You snorted. “There are multiple uses for a blindfold outside of bed-use. Here put this on. I promise it isn’t about that.”

His blue eyes glared at the offending cloth in your hand but after a few beats, he relented and put it on. You fixed his hair after he tied it, pulling out the little tufts that always stuck up in the back of his head.

You floated back around to face him and giggled, pressing your nose to his. “You look very cute.”

He gave you the first true smile of the day with a breathy chuckle. “If your idea was to embarrass me to distract me from the stress, it worked.”

“This is just step five. It’s step seven that’ll de-stress you.”

He moved to pull away the blindfold but you swatted his hand away gently. “Now put this on.” You pulled out Donald’s jacket from a bin and helped him slip into it.

“Uh. The hell is this?” He tried again to remove the blindfold but you pressed his arms to his side.

You zipped him up quickly. “You need it. Trust me.” You could see his teeth begin to grind and his jaw lock like he was trying very hard not to loose it. The fact he was humoring you to this extent despite clearly hating every second of this made you swoon. He deserves this vacation. “And then make your way here.”

He let you push him towards the window (not that he realized it - or did he? He probably has this whole place perfectly mapped out). You collected his shoes and helped him into them then left him again to take out the packed bag containing cozy clothes from a local store, tasty snacks, and a nice blanket (and a few condoms).

His hands trailed over the jacket, inspecting it. His fingers moved over the pockets, the zippers, the fur along the hood.

“Is this a standard issue yellow winter jacket? Where did you get this?” He was pretty aware of things despite not having one of his senses.

You were ready. “That’s not important. Let’s go out my window.” He frowned at you, his eyebrows dipping below the blindfold but you turned him around anyways and opened the window. “Watch your head.”

Cecil stood still. “If you’re trying to get me killed you should know I auto-teleport and also it’d be less trouble for you to just send me that memo.”

You snorted. “This is where trust comes in. I promise nothing I do will harm you in any way.”

“There are multiple ways to hurt someone.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him gently until his hands gripped the windowsill. He exited onto the fire escape landing like a pro and waited for you to join him. You shut your window and looked up. “To the roof.”

Before he could question you, you looped your arms under his arms and flew him up.

“Fuck. You know I’m reaching my limits here. If it was anyone but you I’d have laughed in your face when you pulled out this fucking rag.”

He almost pulled off the blindfold again when you set him down. “Not yet!”

“Not yet? Aren’t we here? Some sort of rooftop picnic date or whatever-the-fuck insane date idea is trending that has people thinking this type of thing is romantic?”

“I’ll have you know I’m rolling my eyes at you right now.”

“Then what -“

Now that you had more room to hold him correctly, you scooped him up into your arms.

“FUCKING H-“

And off you went into the night sky. “The blindfold was to keep you occupied.”

He ripped it off and looked around, pressing in closer to you with fright. “You have five seconds to explain yourself before I teleport the fuck home.”

You kissed his scarred cheek and nuzzled him close. “Two days. You and me. Cuddling at a VERY nice resort not too far from your work.”

He turned to you, his mouth opening and closing with words he did not have. “I…”

You held him tighter, hoping to give him a sense of security. “It’s a vacation. A mini one.”

“It’s a kidnapping is what this is.”

You smiled but kept your eyes ahead. “Is it kidnapping if you haven’t put up any sort of fight?”

He didn’t respond.

Your heart stopped… and started again when he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your cheek. He was ok with this? Holy crap it’s working! Cecil Stedman, director of the global defense agency, former secret agent, un-named savior, and boyfriend, was in your arms letting you fly him through the sky to an unknown location of your choosing for two days AND it wasn't a kidnapping!

You finally looked down at him and he looked at you. “Date number six.”

He rolled his eyes. “We’ll see if I don’t leave immediately.”

He pulled up the hood and rested his head on your shoulder. You watched him close his eyes. He had dark circles and though the beautiful blue of his eyes was all you ever saw… you had to admit they had been a little red when he had first arrived.

“Rest your eyes. We’ll go straight to our room.”

“Mhmm,” he murmured.

Just a couple hours to go.

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Masterlist ~~~ Last Part ~~~ Next Part

a/n: hope you enjoyed part three and bonus art! I'll post the next part next week :)

[jelibonez]

Cecil was RIGHT

mark is a BITCH

If I see one more person saying cecil was complelty in the wrong istg I'm gonna bring the hammer down

[sexlapis]

ur so right about cecil being a 'life hard, titty soft' kinda man, also thanks for the reblog omg?? i love your cecil stuff. Would u wanna do some headcanons on Cecil playing with yn's nipples? like pullin n tuggin,, i just know he's into nipple play, i just KNOW it. my guy for suuure has those clamps that are connected by a chain, i can smell it a mile away

TYSM i always love reading your reblogs to my cecil fanfics, they literally make me do backflips i appreciate it so so much <3333

and yes. cece is a tits guy. no matter the size, no matter the gender. i feel like only people with more personal Problems prefer tits over ass and that’s definitely cecil🎀.

i know you said only hcs abt him playing with nipples but…i just did a whole nsfw hc list 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

cecil steadman ns4w headcanons

ns4w. gn!reader. no pronouns mentioned. smut. nipple play. cecil being old.

a/n: the obsession i have for this guy is so lame ;(

masterlist

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cecil & tits

ꨄ︎ okay, first of all, cecil loves tits.

ꨄ︎ man woman big small he loves them.

ꨄ︎ “life hard, titty soft” is his deal. his job is stressful, most of the people who work under him don’t even like him. the only light in his life is you and, yes, your tits.

ꨄ︎ he would spend a lot of them with them during foreplay.

ꨄ︎ he’d like to cup them both in his hands and run his thumbs in circles around your nipples, getting them sensitive and hard. he loves how responsive they are, how responsive you are and how something so small can make you feel so much.

ꨄ︎ i think he prefers touching and playing with your nipples over putting them in his mouth (though he would never say no to that)

ꨄ︎ cecil likes to feel your nipples harden under his touch, feel how malleable the erect flesh is, see the goosebumps ripple across the skin of your chest - he just loves it, they’re such a beautiful part of the body, especially on you.

ꨄ︎ sometimes he’ll also just rest his face on your chest - they’re just so warm and it feels so comforting on his skin.

ꨄ︎ if you wear any form fitting clothing or your nipples are leaking through your shirt, cecil is looking. he’d try to be discreet, try not to make his admiration so obvious, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away.

ꨄ︎ how pathetic is it that you make him so easy?

ꨄ︎ i don’t think cecil is too much of a kinky person, but with enough convincing…maybe you get him to let you wear nipple clamps. not the crazy extreme ones though

ꨄ︎ cecil likes the clamps more than he wants to admit - loves how erect your nipples get and how quickly and easily you can cum with them on. likes to flick and twist your nipples with them on just to get a strong reaction (which he does).

ꨄ︎ the clamps aren’t used often but when they are it’s always a treat.

ꨄ︎ nipple clamps + cecil’s fingers = heaven.

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general ns4w headcanons

ꨄ︎ i think he would have a moderate amount of experience, leaning to the lesser side.

ꨄ︎ cecil doesn’t seem like the type of guy to just have sex with anyone, but i think he would’ve had a fling here or there, but nothing serious due to the nature of his job.

ꨄ︎ cecil is not a patient man. of course he does all the foreplay, it can even last a long time (he’s old-fashioned like that), but that doesn’t mean he’s not dying to get onto the main event.

ꨄ︎ due to that fact, i feel like he can get quite…rough.

ꨄ︎ like accidentally ripping your clothes, gripping onto parts of your body so tightly that they bruise, dragging you closer to him, kissing you so harshly it leaves you gasping, thrusting hard.

ꨄ︎ he prefers to be dominant most of the time. and whether he is dominant or it is one of his rare moments of submission, cecil is always in control.

ꨄ︎ he is a control freak. he needs to control much to his own detriment and he wants to control you - in bed at least.

ꨄ︎ he can be very bossy.

ꨄ︎ “take this off” “turn around” “get on your hands and knees. now”

ꨄ︎ sometimes doesn’t even ask. he will just manhandle you into the position he wants, grab your chin to have you face him etc.

ꨄ︎ sometimes not even a simple “please”.

ꨄ︎ bossy, impatient, rough, controlling…that’s cecil.

ꨄ︎ favourite position is to fuck sideways. from behind or face-to-face. he likes to feel close and be able to see every little expression on your face much to your embarrassment.

ꨄ︎ i think he’d talk quite a bit. cecil likes to run his mouth, sometimes too much and i think that trait of his would transfer to the bedroom as well.

ꨄ︎ he wouldn’t strangle or hit you. maybe he’d slap your ass but actual violence enough to make you bleed or cause injury? nope. he sees too much violence in his job. he wouldn’t want to see you like that.

ꨄ︎ but he would wrap a hand around your neck - maybe when you’re both making out or while he’s thrusting into you - just as a reminder of who’s in control right now.

ꨄ︎ loves blowjobs - cecil likes giving you head but god he loves when you give him blowjobs. he loves guiding you by head, caressing your cheek with his thumb, wiping away tears and your hair away from your face and most of all, your teary eyes looking up at him as you give him all the pleasure in the world.

ꨄ︎ wouldn’t facefuck you - he’s impatient but not that impatient. he wants to see you do all the work in this regard. it’s much more rewarding to him that way.

ꨄ︎ likes to see you stick your tongue out so he can cum on it, and stick your tongue out after you’ve swallowed it all. he doesn’t like mess.

ꨄ︎ he’s average in terms of length by the way. his girth? god help you. he’s so thick. so, so thick. stretches you out every time.

ꨄ︎ his ears and bald head get stupidly red during sex. it’s really funny.

ꨄ︎ cecil’s old. his stamina isn’t crazy, after he cums he’s pretty much done, which is why he holds off for as long as he can so he can give you as much pleasure as he is able to.

ꨄ︎ complains about his knees, hip and back if he’s been in a position for too long. will have you get on top to ride him to completion.

ꨄ︎ is surprisingly gentle after sex. he will clean you up, wipe the sweat from your face and kiss you on the forehead.

ꨄ︎ he will lay with you afterwards - maybe no cuddle but he wouldn’t just leave you right after.

ꨄ︎ will watch you go to sleep before he leaves (if he decides to). kinda creepy, but he doesn’t sleep so what else is he supposed to do. leaves a note or something before leaving.

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૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

[everyfandom-girl]

Cecil Steadman Are You A Human Being Or A Black Hole Of Emotional Unintelligence

[ringo-rocks]

Leaving these here cause I need to be better about posting on tumblr!!!

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? (he misses william 💔)

vertigo (cecil steadman introspection in THIS economy??)

[emil-the-idiot42]

Angels Crashing to Earth

Part 2: Understanding Upon Earth

Cecil Steadman x Alien!Reader

TW: Cannon Typical Violence, Severe Injury, Healing form Severe Injuries, Locked in a Hospital Room, Cecil being Paranoid, Cameras, Lie Detecting disguised as Medical Observation and Treatment. If there are any I missed PLEASE tell me so I can add them to the warnings.

No mentions of the reader's appearance other than blood color, wings, having a few hollow bones because the reader's alien race is loosely based off of birds/biblically accurate angels, an extra heart and an extra eye.

Written in 2nd person. Instead of (Y/N) I will be using ___.

Word Count: 1,242

Chapter Description: After months of being monitored, you are asked a few questions by Cecil himself to possibly use your strength for other means.

Several months had passed since you had woken up in the hospital. Everyday was similar, basically the same. A doctor would come in to check your vitals as another came in to teach you the language English. In exchange you taught them your language and about your race. The intricacies of what they are, but leaving out the details of what they do.

Though there was also another constant on a schedule you always noticed. You knew he didn't want to raise your suspicions and stay hidden, but the same times everyday you saw Cecil out of the corner of your eye. Always a slight glimpse of him in the window of your hospital door, walking buy. Presumably to a nearby location to keep an eye on you.

The doctor said he was an important man, trying to keep the world safe, but you never understood why he kept a close eye on you.

"Don't let it get to you. He's been known to be a bit... Paranoid." The doctor hushed in reassurance as she scribbled on her clipboard. "He's just a bit skeptical about another alien landing here."

Confusion riddled your face, obtaining the attention of your teacher. "It is nothing to worry yourself about, now let's get back to these lessons." He held up another flashcard, a simplistic picture of a cookie was on it.

"Cookie." Answer plain and simple just like the card.

"Good. Now what do you call it where you are from?"

"We never had anything such as a cookie, so i don't believe we've ever had a word for it." Both the doctor and the teacher looked at you puzzled but seemingly understanding.

The doctor scribbled something down from the machines on her papers as you answered. You looked at her but the teacher lifted up another card quickly bringing you back to focus.

"Pineapple." A fruit that perplexes you in many ways. "I've never seen a fruit quite like it. Even on all of the other planets I have seen, this seems to be unique only to this planet." A hushed tone overtook you as well as your curiosity. "I would love to see one one day."

"I'm sure we can arrange something for you." a smile graced the doctor's lips as she looked at you with the statement. A warm feeling creeped through you as you mimicked the expression.

This when on for about another hour as the teacher seemed to shift, and the doctor seemed more intent on your vitals.

"Today, we're going to do something a little different. I am going to show you a car and you are going to call it something it isn't. You can do that right?" You simply nodded in reply, unsure of what the pair were doing, but they had helped you so far. He held up a card with the picture of a tomato.

"Tree."

"Good, very good." He looked over at the doctor and nodded, clearly something you were left out of. "And this one?" Flash cards flipped through and answers, incorrectly though they might be, followed for the next 30 minutes.

"This is interesting. ___'s vitals are only barely spiking." The doctor seemed to be writing more intently.

"This might be an issue later on, but I'm sure we'll figure it out."

Idle chatter flowed between the two as they left discussing their findings as you were once left alone again. You looked at the machines, the beeping steady, showing many different things. Blood oxygen, heart rates, a few other things you couldn't distinguish. Watching them steadily monitor your health you lost track of time and your senses. It was oddly calming for you, the calm rhythmic beeping with your hearts, seeing your blood oxygen level out with your breathing. You were so engrossed in the steadiness of it all you didn't see or even hear him walk in.

"I see you're holding up well." Turning around in an instant, your eyes land on the man who spoke. Cecil.

"Fairly." Soft words escape you. "Why are you here? I have been told you are a busy man."

"I simply came in to see how you were doing. You were pretty banged up when we found you." You didn’t fully understand what he meant, but the phrase wasn’t lost on you.

“It was difficult to heal after a crash like that. I’m sure this isn’t the only reason you are here.”

A soft chuckle came from Cecil before he answered. “You saw right through me. I did want to ask you a few questions.” He leaned forward with his hands coming up to rest his chin upon them. "Nothing serious, but to make sure you're in good enough shape to move along with your treatments." You only nodded, ready to be free of the bed you had been in since you got to this facility. Hopefully out of the sterile room you had been in and see something new.

"Good. Do you know why you are on this planet?"

"No. I was placed in the Sarcophagus and sent in a random direction in space for an undetermined amount of time." You gave the answer, simple but leaving out as to why. Why you were in the ship.

"That... 'Sarcophagus' as you put it. From what we were able to reconstruct from the wreckage, it looked like it was designed to kill you. Is that true."

"Yes." Cecil squinted at your vital signs looking for anything out of the ordinary using the data he collected from the doctors that were with you earlier that day. He saw nothing out of the ordinary and continued with his questioning.

"Just a few more questions. We are just assessing if your head injuries might have affected your long term memory. Why were you put in this ship that would ultimately kill you?"

"I disobeyed The Flock. A direct order from the leader." You hung your head in shame as Cecil focused back on the monitors. You were still steady, telling the truth.

"Can I know what order you ignored?" A chill ran down your spine at Cecil's question. You wanted to keep this planet safe, yet you were struggling with the means as to how. Would you keep it a secret so they don't seek it out, or tell them so they could prepare? With a heavy sigh, you gave him his answer, deciding to leave nothing under lock and key.

"I was ordered to conquer a planet. Inhabited. It was in sector 15 on our charts. I couldn't do it." pausing for a moment to collect yourself, you looked up at him. "I saw a family of the inhabitants. I saw plants and life. I believe my curiosity was my downfall. I wanted to learn all I could from them."

Cecil nodded before looking back at the monitor. Again, no changes or abnormalities. Stable. He sighed, his own head hanging low for a moment, thoughts racing through his mind. He looked back up at you, tired eyes seemingly hidden behind a stoic face.

"Would you want to use your strength to protect, rather than conquer?" 

“What exactly do you mean?”

“Well, you hold great strength and potential to be a hero of sorts. You were sent alone to conquer a planet which proves your strength as well as the possibility of combat knowledge. We need people to protect this planet, and you seem to fit the bill.”

AN: Sorry again if it is too short or not really that good. I had a lot of fun writing this and really hoped you enjoyed reading. The third part doesn't have a name yet but it will be out in about a week or two if work doesn't keep me busy.

The Dove borders were made by dollywons so please be sure to give them the credit and support they deserve.

[fleshengine]

Cecil Steadman believing in restorative justice was not on my Invincible Season 3 bingo card

[theduckeminence]

POV: You walked in during the Director’s 2 minute lunch break 💥 💥

[mr-cheeses-hamtastic-reblogs]

he got fired (dies)