#cecil stedman x y/n

[dilfdater420]

#dilfdater420 : SCENARIO--what if you and Cecil Stedman were sworn enemies with similar jobs (both rallying assests for your own interests, so you'd be the leader of the "Evil GDA" (lol)) and you were finally caught? headcanons and drabbles under the cut

TAGS: no beta we die like ... i shouldn't say... gn reader (they/them pronouns are used when referring to you). "___" is used in place of y/n. "<>" means timeskip btw. cecil hates you. you love antagonizing him. interrogation scene. enemies to two individuals who understand each other, one begrudgingly so.

Cecil feels like a weight has been lifted of his shoulders.

The two of you have been in a heated battle of loud atrocities committed on each other. You're the one behind the scenes of plenty of villain operations, guiding them, gathering intelligence, making deals with devils—which is actually something you and Cecil have in common.

The similarities between you both is something Cecil adamantly dislikes. It makes him think about himself too much. His logical sense of what's right and what's wrong is almost the same, the only thing separating the both of you is your individual philosophies. His, the fact that humanity deserves to be protected, yours, the complete annihilation of mankind is due.

You both do anything to act in accordance with your beliefs.

When captured, extensive measures are taken to make sure you, not only never leave being the same person you were when you came in, but also reveal all of your secrets to the GDA.

The difficult part of this is that you're not an easy target. How do you threaten someone who's ready to die for their beliefs?

Unfortunately for Cecil, he has one last idea—but that means having to talk to you.

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"Sir, they're not complying with anything we've thrown at them."

Cecil sighed, head in his hands, elbows pressed against his desk. This whole couple of months has been exhausting.

There's no reprieve from you, anything Donald could think of, his department could think of, hell, even he could think of, none of it would work. You were so set in your morals, prepared to die to prove a point.

"Of course they aren't, Donald. Of course."

"Our team that's been trying to crack them," he pauses, "they don't know what else to try, sir."

"And we have tried water boarding, right?"

"Yes."

"White torture?"

"Hm."

"Attempted death by a thousand cuts?"

"Yes, sir."

"Fuck." His frown lines deepen. "I really thought that would work."

After a moment, Cecil piqued up. "Let me talk to them."

Donald's eyebrows raised. "Are you sure, sir?"

"If nothing else has worked, I might as well. Plus, I have an idea that might scare them into working with us."

<>

"What an unexpected surprise!"

"Well aren't you a ball of sunshine?" Cecil deadpanned.

You smiled. "You haven't seen anything yet, outside of these chains my shine is atomic."

He hated this. He didn't like the way you looked into him, as if you knew him. "Listen, ___, you aren't getting out the easy way. Either you work with us or we keep trying."

You kept staring at him.

"What are you trying to gain with this? Is the damnation of an entire race of people this important?"

You raised a brow, "Is you going the lengths you do every day to protect the human race important? Then you have your answer."

He grunted, "What if it wasn't? What if I do it because no one else will?"

"Then it still has merit, importance—same as my job."

"No, what you do isn't a job. It's not noble, not a sacrifice."

"I've sacrificed."

"At the expense of a stupid dream." He leaned onto his knees in his seat, fists clasped together.

"Just as stupid as your determination to resist against Viltrumite rule."

Disregarding the fact you somehow have that intel, "Do you want humankind to be enslaved? I thought you wanted us all dead?"

"Of course I don't. I'm just pointing out the obvious."

You peered into each other's eyes.

"We're more similar than you like to admit."

You've touched him.

"Bullshit."

"Don't dismiss it, if you're anything like me, you've thought about it."

He broke eye contact.

"We both act in drastic ways for opposite beliefs. We are two sides of the same coin."

"No, I am nothing like you."

"You recall Mr. D.A. Sinclair do you not? He's employed under you."

"Don't you dare try to compare that—"

"He should be rotting in jail. He's a mad man, irreparably ruined many lives of mankind that you so undoubtedly protect. Why employ him?"

"His reanimen are—" Cecil cut himself off.

Your smile deepened. "Cmon, you can say it."

Cecil stayed quiet.

"I'm not criticizing you, Cecil. When I find useful pawns for my work, I exploit them too."

"We are not the same."

"I'm the worst reflection of yourself that you will ever see."

Cecil stood up, walking to the door, fists balled. "This isn't over, ___."

"I hope not. Good talk, Global Defense Agency Director."

He stopped at the door for a second before continuing. "Fuck you."

He slammed the door behind him.

a/n: Cecil knows he's a pos, but to what extent?

I love scenarios where characters have to question their actions and if they're really at the level of merit they ascribe them to. Dusttale Sans fics prepared me for this day.

I would've added more exposition in the middle, but the dialogue should speak for itself. Same think with the reader and what tone to employ. I don't want to speak for you guys more than I already do lol.

Hope you all enjoyed. Lemme know if you'd like a part two of this. I have ideas for the reader and ways to mess Cecil tf UP.

Oh and if you ever wanna request something I have guidelines/boundaries up now. I also have commisions for those that like might like my writing

Thanks for reading <3

[sexlapis]

cecil stedman x black widow!reader headcanons

s4w. fem!reader (she/her prns). cecil suspecting reader. reader being suspicious.

a/n: i cant stop thinking abt bw reader ok

masterlist

first meetings

ꨄ I’m sorry but Cecil suspects you from the get go.

ꨄ Ever since what happened with Nolan and his general paranoia, he thinks you’re suspicious.

ꨄ First of all, you speak multiple languages, including Latin. Who the hell speaks Latin?

ꨄ Secondly, You seem to have an unrealistic amount of experience in all subjects and industries, from administration, to retail, business and to general assistance. And when calls up your references and previous companies you have worked for, all of them are legit.

ꨄ Third of all, you have some very interesting lingerie photoshoots and headshots. He doesn’t know why that’s so relevant.

ꨄ Who are you? No person can have this much experience, be the perfect candidate and be so beautiful on top of that.

ꨄ Even if it’s the GDA, you are far too overqualified to simply be a personal assistant. You could go on to do greater things with a resume like yours. Yet you decide to work for him, under him, the director of the GDA. Like you want to get close to him.

ꨄ That’s what he doesn’t like. The perfection. You’re so clean, so perfect, not even a complaint or a damn speeding ticket to your name. No social media, no family, no friends. Nothing. Cecil knows nothing about you, not really. It’s makes him feel out of control. And if Cecil wants one thing, its control.

ꨄ His first meeting with you confirms it. You are perfect. You give the right answers, have the right body language, laugh at the right time. It’s almost scary. But there’s no doubt that you are perfect candidate.

ꨄ Despite his better judgment, he decides to hire you. His gut says so. You’re an assistant. Your resume is spectacular. He has power and authority over you. How much harm could you do anyway?

ꨄ Seriously, who speaks Latin?

a/n: part 2? 💫

[midnightshindig]

Cecil x male reader please! I haven't seen any catering towards male readers before

Cecil x Male!Reader

We gotta get some more male reader itb for reaaals

hcs under the cut!!

Cecil is a pretty modern dude by all accounts

its giving gay republican

but like yknow specifically when gay politicians are super nonchalant about it?

Have you guys seen Birdcage (1996)? Yeah he's Armand argue with the wall

that being said, he's a VERY understated guy

it's really hard to tell he's gay

but i mean cmon he gilfs it up hard

In a relationship, Cecil tends to be the top in his relationships

it's just natural to him, he's a boss in his day to day so he can't help but take the reigns in his relationships

Not that he doesn't care about your opinion, but unless you're opposed, he usually picks the restaurant and when you have dates

He loves taking you to try new restaurants, especially ones he's never been to himself

it's a little adventure for both of you

"So, what do you think of the fish?" Cecil asks, cutting up whatever rich man meal he's savoring

"mmmish good" you respond with a grin, your cheeks still partially stuffed with food

Hates calling you his boyfriend

he's like way too old for that

he calls you his husband or lover or partner instead

Introducing you to people like:

"Hello, I'd like you to meet my husband, Y/n. Yes, he's my plus one to the event."

you could not even be married and he'd still call you his husband

very John Mulaney "I love saying my wife" energy

The best part about dating Cecil is sharing clothes

or, more accurately, the best part about dating you for Cecil is wearing your clothes

He hates shopping for semiformal or casual clothing

it's too many options and he despises choosing fabrics

and frankly he doesn't have the time for it

so it's a relief that you have such good taste

he can just borrow one of your shirts and a pair of your pants when the two of you go out

"What?" he raises an innocent eyebrow at you, buttoning YOUR button up onto himself in the mirror "I'm getting ready to go see Les Mis, like you asked."

"Cecil that's my shirt." you lean into the doorway, unimpressed

He scoffs, turning around "No, really? But it looks so good on me" his tone is dry, delivered with a knowing smile

Oh and on that note

he's weirdy into musicals and the opera and stuff like that

idk it just feels right to me

He allows himself to be a lot softer with you

like I mean wayyyyy softer

you're a fellow dude, you get it

he doesn't feel the need to impress you or maintain some paragon of masculinity or protection

He can fucking breath

and he does

For example, cuddling

He opts most often to curl his frail damaged body around yours, his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist

It's like a little weird for people to conceptualize Cecil as gay

not because being gay is weird or anything

it just humanizes him too much

like wdym this guy has like.... emotions? and that he like.... fights for gay rights?

Someone get the photos of this bitch marching in the 80's istfg

Gotta learn these kids something

Cecil is OBNOXIOUS as a queer elder

but you don't mind because it comes from a good place

Cecil fucking WISHES Doc Seismic would step to him

i'd pay to see that fight ngl

Cecil adores you soooo much

he lived a pretty sparse life before you, romantically speaking

not many openly queer spies, you know?

So he cherishes you

You're his favorite person, and probably the only person he's truly emotionally vulnerable with

Don't get me wrong, he's still quiet and a man of few words when it comes to his emotions

but he leans on you more than he's leaned on anyone else

He trusts you

You probably had an evil ass slowburn trying to figure out what the other was getting at

but eventually- after like five years (and maybe some Donald Divine Intervention tm) you two get together

He probably does end up proposing at some point, but it takes him forever

You've probably been dating for like ten year by the time he proposes

I'm sorry he's so bureaucratic about this stuff

but your wedding is like magical as shit

He pulls Allllll the government strings in order to make it as magical as possible

and of course

he wears one of your suits <3

[spearsillustration]

Younger Cecil Stedman X Secret Wife/Hero Reader

Summary - This takes place immediately after Cecil gets hurt, following all the intense surgery and necessary medical procedures to patch him up. The wounds are still fresh, and the lingering ache from the ordeal is a constant reminder of how close things came to going horribly wrong.

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Notes - Oay since this is my first time writing for him it might be ooc, but I’m trying my best. Though after reading all the other fanfics about him (which isn’t enough) I think I did enough research. Plus rewating every scene he’s in I think I’m ready. Alright, enough ranting I hope you enjoy. 

P.S. I rushed to finish this after work so there might be some small mistakes here and there. I'll edit it in due time.

Word count: 2,510

Page number: 7

It had been two weeks since I’d heard anything from Cecil. I called and texted him till my fingers went numb. We might go weeks without seeing each other due to work but he’d always try to call or message me so we knew the other was alright. Last I knew he went on a solo mission when they got a tip, but I was sure he would be fine. If it was something life-threatening they would have sent me in to assist as his partner. 

After I hadn’t heard back from him I knew something was wrong. I had to keep our marriage a secret for both our safety, but It was hard to keep a level head not knowing if my husband was okay. I made calls asking about his whereabouts in a way that didn’t scream desperately worried. 

It was another week before I got any information and…It wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I was told the entire mission was confidential information. But was told that Celil got hurt pretty badly.  They reassured me of his excellent care, and their voices receded to a faint hum in the back of my mind, the shock numbing my senses. He had been in the medical facility for the past two weeks and I hadn’t been told a single thing. I had to control myself as my blood felt like it was boiling. But the anger quickly passed and despair followed. I thanked them for finally getting back with me.

I asked if I could see him. I joked that I needed to make sure my favorite partner wasn’t dead yet. I worked with most of the higher ranked agents but I worked with him the most. Noone needed to know the real reason, to any if them we just worked well together. It was hard to put on the fake smile and laughter that followed. 

They weren't sure if he was ready for visitors. I have to ask someone higher up to get anything done around here. I rubbed my temple in frustration and with a deep sigh thanked them before hanging up the phone. 

I had to make an appointment with the medical facility desk the following day and fill out paperwork explaining why I was visiting and so forth. The process was excruciating as it was time-consuming. Guess being a hero who works for the GDA doesn’t get you ahead of anyone else around here. I rushed through everything making my handwriting sloppy as all hell but I got it finished and quickly gave it back so I could see him as soon as possible. 

“In a hurry (Y/N).” The person working at the desk joked with a smile. 

“Y-Yeah plenty of work to get done, people to save all that,” I responded as normal as possible. 

“I understand that. I’ll get these sorted out as quickly as I can for you. But for now, I’ll need you to wait over there for me.” She said gesturing to the seats where I just was.

I held back an annoyed sigh as I thanked her. I returned to my seat in the corner. Every minute dragged on making me worry even more. After a while, I pulled out my phone looking for a distraction so my mind didn’t wander too much. But that made it worse when I ended up opening my gallery and looking at the few pictures I had of Cecil and me. I had some cute selfies of us together, a picture I took when he fell asleep at his desk that he thinks I deleted, date photos, and things he sent me from work. 

“(Y/N),” She called from the desk. 

My head quickly shot up as I heard my name.  

“You can see him now. The doctor says he’s well enough for visitors”

“Thank you,” I quickly responded and I calmly walked to his room, well until I was out of sight then I practically ran. 

Once I got to his room I froze unable to move for a moment. It took me a good minute before I brought my hand up to knock on the door. I heard a strained voice.

“Come in,” Cecil said voice sounding deeper than the last time I heard him. 

I slowly opened the door expecting the worst. 

When I opened his door his face was inflamed and raw from previous reconstructive surgery, marred by a prominent scar that ran across half of his face. Despite the shock and pain, a surge of relief washed over me—Cecil was alive, albeit heavily sedated. 

"Cecil..." I mumbled as my eyes watered in relief. 

A hoarse, gravelly whisper escaped his lips, his voice cracked and rough. "(Y/N)...?"

I slowly walked over the the hospital bed he was lying in and sat down on the chain that was beside his bed. I gripped his hand with both of mine lovingly as if I was gonna lose him now. 

“Yes, I'm here,” I said with a smile as tears fell down my face.

His fingers trembled ever so slightly, but he managed to squeeze my hand. "Don't...cry." he rasped, his expression tightening with effort. "Look...at me."

I looked into his eyes weakly unable to stop the tears from streaming down my face.

His gaze softened as he noticed my tears, a pang of anguish flashed across his eyes. He slowly raised his hand, movement restricted by lingering pain. He gently swiped his thumb against my cheek, attempting to comfort me.

"I'm okay," he whispered, his voice hoarse and laced with weakness. "I'm... here, (Y/N)."

I leaned into his touch and caressed his hand. “I-I could have lost you. I don’t even know what happened to you for two weeks I’ve been driving myself insane not even knowing if you were alive.” I said between weak whimpers almost unable to stop myself from sobbing.

The sound of my voice, trembling and filled with sobs, pierced him deeply. He squeezed my hand again, a silent act of reassurance. Even in his pain-muddled state, he loathed seeing me this distraught.

His gaze bore into me, unflinching and intense. "You...didn't lose me." His voice, though rough, held a steely resolve. "I'm here...I'm not going anywhere."

“I should have been there. You might not be stuck in this damn hospital bed if I went with you.” I said sorrowfully, deeply regretting my absence. “It's never safe to go on missions alone, why were you alone?” I wined out painfully.

His grip tightened on my hand, a mix of annoyance and concern crossing his expression. "Stop." His voice held a touch of firmness. "Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

He sighed, looking away momentarily, his gaze fixated on the sterile, blank hospital wall.  "I...went...alone because...it was supposed to be...low risk. The intelligence was wrong."

I looked away in shame. “I still wish I was there for you.”

"Stop," he repeated, his voice stern but not without a note of vulnerability. "You...can't always be there."

He shifted his gaze back to me. "I don't want you...risking your life...just for me. I need you...safe."

“I know, but I was so scared. They didn’t even tell me you were hurt till the other day. I was worried to death.”

He winced at my words, his expression etched with pain both physical and emotional. The intensity in his eyes softened as he realized the depth of my concern.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I...didn't consider...how scared you would be...waiting for me."

“Of course, I was worried. I’m not just your partner Cecil, I'm your wife. It's my job to worry about you. On and off work.” 

The corner of his lip lifted in a small, tired smirk.

"Worrying isn’t on the list of your marital duties," he retorted weakly, trying to infuse a hint of humor into the situation.

“Well with you it's at the top of the list.”

His smirk broadened ever so slightly, his eyes softening with affection.

"You're hardly the stereotypical doting housewife," he pointed out.

“Well, a stereotypical wife couldn't handle you.”

A chuckle, low and rumbling, escaped him, though it was followed by a wince of pain. "Ain't that...the truth," he agreed, his eyes gleaming with affection.

Seeing him wince in pain made my smile fall. “How are you feeling... really?”

His expression sobered, the amusement in his eyes fading as he sighed heavily. "Like... I got hit by a goddamn truck," he admitted. "Whole body feels like it's on fire. And my head hurts like a sonofabitch."

“Even with all the painkillers they most likely got you on?”

He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Painkillers...take the edge off," he muttered, his gaze distant. "But they don't...fix everything." He shifted uncomfortably, wincing again as the movement aggravated his already sore body.

I scooted the chair I was sitting in even closer to his bed. I’d be in the hospital bed with him if I didn’t have any self-control. 

“Are you gonna tell me what happened or is it to confidential?” I asked turning to look him in the eyes. 

“Look you know I can’t tell you, and…you don’t want to know.” He answered the way I expected him too.

“Then it’s probably for the best then,” I responded meekly but pushed past that feeling. “How much longer till you can leave the medical facility and I can get you some real food?” 

“Probably another week before they finally let me go.” He sighed in annoyance. 

“Well guess I’ll have to come visit you every day till they finally release you.” I teased knowing he hated sitting around doing nothing in a bed all day. 

His gaze fixed on me, and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I know you will," he murmured, his voice gruff but lacking any hint of annoyance. "Can't get rid of... you that easy."

“Oh, so you thought getting hurt and almost dying would get rid of me. That some facial scar would bother me. Hell, you married me, and it's gonna take far more than that to run me off. Till death do us part is literal with me sweetheart.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile as I continued. “You’re too stubborn.”

“Well, I have to be when It comes to you or you’d never listen,” I said with a smile before gently kissing the new scar on his face.

He flinched at the touch of my lips against his sensitive scar, though his expression softened as he felt the love in that tender gesture making his cheeks turn a light shade of pink that was almost too light to notice. 

"Careful," he murmured gently "It's still a bit tender."

I bit my lip playfully with a wink, “It's kind of attractive.” 

He let out a huff of amusement, his smirk returning. "You always did...have peculiar tastes," he said, a slight edge of teasing in his voice.

“Well, I married you if that tells you anything.”

"You must've...lost your damn mind,"

“Maybe a little,” I responded before hearing a knock at the door. I quickly shot up and made myself presentable since our marriage was a secret to almost everyone else.

His attention shifted to the knock on the door, his expression slightly alarmed. Despite his injured state, there was a guarded wariness in his gaze. He discreetly gestured for me to step back, not wanting outsiders to witness the intimacy of your relationship.

 I moved the chair back and stood up to answer the door. A GDA nurse entered, her expression professional and her voice courteous.

"Good evening, ma'am. I just need to check on Mr. Stedman's vitals." She briskly moved to the side of his bed, affixing the blood pressure cuff to his arm without sparing either of us a second glance.

"Of course." I stepped back so I wasn't in her way and continued speaking to Cecil but only about the stuff he missed at work while he was gone so we wouldn't give away our relationship.

He nodded, shifting slightly to allow the nurse access to his arm. As the nurse proceeded to take his vitals, he engaged in the conversation with you, keeping up the pretense of a casual work update. His gaze flickered between you and the nurse, aware of the need to maintain discretion.

Once the nurse was finished and left us alone I let out a sigh. As the nurse departed, closing the door behind her, the room fell silent once again. He relaxed slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing now that she was gone.

"Close call," he murmured, his gaze flickering from the door to me. 

"It not like we were making passionate love to each other." I teased.

"That's not the point," he retorted gruffly, trying to maintain a stern demeanor. "We're trying to keep things... under wraps."

"Trust me I know more than anyone," I responded before my watch started beeping alerting me of trouble. I sighed in annoyance and looked up at Cecil painfully.

He noticed the beeping of your watch and the expression of annoyance on your face. A frown creased his brow as he recognized the sound.

"Duty calls?" he murmured, his voice tinged with resignation.

"At the worst times, as usual, People always need saving at the most inconvenient times I swear," I mumbled. "But I'll be back as soon as I can. And don't almost die on me again while I'm gone please."

His expression softened, his gaze fixed on you intently. "No promises," he said with a hint of a smirk, though his words held a note of sincere concern. "Be careful out there."

“Always am. But let's not forget something.” I quickly remarked before walking back over and leaning in for a loving goodbye kiss.

He leaned into the kiss, his hand gently cupping my chin. When I pulled back, a ghost of a smile played on his lips.

"Don't do anything reckless," he murmured, his gaze locking with mine.

[archangelsquill]

to hell and back || damien darkblood x reader 

pairing: damien darkblood x partner reader (gn, no y/n)

fandom: invincible

word count: 1448

summary: after omni-man flees earth and things begin to settle down, cecil feels he owes you -- the demon detective’s partner in solving crime -- a favor.

warnings: none

a/n: a sequel to this. darkblood deserves better, and by the gods, i’m giving it to him! enjoy, my fellow simps.

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“If anything happens to them, on your head it will be, Cecil!”

Those were the final words of the demon as the pits of hell called him home, and as Cecil met his gaze, he knew it was no threat. It was a promise, and though he considered himself a bastard, Cecil saw no need to keep you in danger. He knew without Darkblood around, you were a target for Nolan. He’d already had security detail on you, but against Omni-Man, he knew it was useless. If he ever decided he wanted you dead, there’d be nothing stopping him.

Then, if Cecil was lucky (or maybe unlucky) to stay out of the warpath, he’d have Darkblood breathing down his neck, even with such distance between this world and his.

Sending him back to Hell wasn’t something Cecil wanted to do. It was a necessity. He owed him big time for that, and he’d start with keeping you off Nolan’s radar.

The official report was that you’d gone to stay with an imaginary Aunt Sue, somewhere in the Dakotas, but the reality was you were to be kept in the Global Defense Agency Headquarters -- well hidden, out of sight, and away from Nolan Grayson.

No one told you a thing. You’d been in your apartment, waiting for Damien to show up with those coffees he’d promised. Evidence, photos, and papers of theories and notes were scattered around the small space, occupying every inch of surface area, as you paced, a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach growing stronger and stronger the longer your demon detective was away. Something was wrong, and as Cecil Stedman appeared suddenly before you, making you jump out of your skin, you knew for sure. 

“You’re the demon’s partner, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I guess you’re Cecil.”

“You guess right. You need to come with us.”

“Why?”

“You’re not safe anymore.”

“What?”

“I can’t answer your questions now. Pack a bag. You won’t be coming back for a while.”

You didn’t argue. You didn’t have a choice.

The Global Defense Agency took care of your monthly expenses while you were gone, as if that made any of this less scary or confusing. All you’d been told was Damien was back in Hell, Cecil put him there, and you were in danger.

No one told you much else. Cecil had acted civil toward you -- kind, even -- but it didn’t help. Damien was gone, it was Cecil’s fault, and life may never be normal again.

All because you two asked questions.

Because you wanted the truth.

And you both had paid the price: freedom.

Meanwhile, Omni-Man roamed free, ready to kill again.

You lost count of how long you’d been at GDA HQ when Nolan finally struck.

Initially, you’d been barred from the control room, but Cecil let you choose to watch the chaos or stay blind to it.

You choose not to watch. No one needed you to be in the room when all of the ruin, disaster, and chaos you and Damien knew would happen happened. Based on what Cecil told you after, you were glad you decided to stay out of it.

All of those innocent people, now dead. All of that destruction. All of that carnage, and for what? Omni-Man had fled.

It was for nothing.

And Debbie…

You’d offered as much comfort as you could. You knew how it felt to lose a loved one (it took all you had not to look pointedly at Cecil when you told her that) and the woman needed someone to lean on. Someone not quite so cold as Cecil.

And he’d watched you. Despite everything, you comforted Debbie and Mark, putting on a brave face as if you haven’t lost everything, too. Cecil knows you’re still hurting -- why wouldn’t you be?

Cecil was many things, and a man who paid his debts was absolutely one of them.

He’d been searching since he put Darkblood back in Hell for it: the spell to undo what he did. To summon him back. His plan was always to bring him back, if such a thing existed. He’d had his people looking for months with no luck, and he’d already given you the all clear to go home, with the promise your rent and utilities were paid for until you could get back on your feet.

Yeah. Right. How the fuck do you do that? Your partner -- not only in profession but your partner -- was gone, your office had been trashed, and your apartment felt so empty it was somehow suffocating.

For weeks after you’d returned, you’d laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling, jumping at any change in the temperature, hoping one day you’d look up and see him, only to find it was the apartment complex’s shitty circulation.

The news talked about things going back to normal, yet normal sounded like a foreign language now. How was the world supposed to be any kind of normal again?

Cecil made a few visits to check on you, but you regarded him with coldness that could rival that of Damien’s. He couldn’t blame you.

You’d lost track of the days when the sigh that escaped your lips was accompanied by a small fog. You froze, sitting up from your temporary home on the couch before exhaling again. Just to be sure.

And there it was again: the small visage of your breath indicating the decrease in temperature you’d been ignoring out of lost hope.

“Damien…?”

“Yes, amare?” the gruff baritone was music to your ears as you turned toward your kitchen. There he was: red, large, and intimidating -- yet that soft look in his gaze remained, as if no time at all had passed.

“Damien!” you leapt over the couch, nearly tumbling to the ground before two strong arms grab you, pulling you into the warmest yet coldest bear hug you’ve ever gotten.

“Sorry for delay. Had to...speak with Cecil...” he rumbles, clawed hand carding through your hair, “Need to be ‘debriefed’ but...had to see you.”

“I can tell you what you missed.” you mumble, burying your face in his arms. He pulls you tighter still, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Later,” he says.

And for a moment -- how long, you’re not sure -- you both just sit there on the living room floor, holding each other in a silent, loving embrace. Tears stream down your face, stinging from the cold emanating from Damien. His hand moves to brush them away, and the contact makes you cry more. You missed him. It had been so long.

After what felt like forever, you part -- just enough to look at each other. He, of course, looks no different. Demons didn’t age like humans did. You, however, probably look like shit. You hadn’t looked in a mirror in forever, but you knew your hair was much longer. You hadn’t bothered to get it cut in...how long had it been? It wasn’t like you could’ve gotten it cut, anyway. The city had been rebuilding, and getting anywhere was...well, hell.

“Beautiful as the day I lost you,” he says, and your tears well up again.

“I know I look like shit, Damien,” you say, trying to laugh off the sudden absence of your grief. He smiles slightly -- a rare sight.

“To me you look like heaven, amare,” he replies.

Amare. His nickname for you. You think its Latin, but you’ve never looked into what it means. You never asked, either, assuming he’d just tell you one day.

But you almost lost him.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look into it after he was gone, and now that he was here again….you decide to ask.

“You’ve called me that since we became partners. What does it mean?”

“Supposed to be a detective.” he replies. His own attempt at a joke, you muse. You’re in no mood for it.

“Damien, please.”

He looks at you fondly, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Love. It means love.”

You should’ve figured, yet you find yourself crying again, and his arms wrap tighter around you in a protective, loving embrace.

There was more to be said between you two. You both know it. What happened to Damien in Hell? How did everything with Nolan go down here? Now that Cecil knew how to banish and summon Damien as he pleased, what would become of your demon detective?

All need answers. Resolutions.

But not now.

Now was the time for healing: for the world, for humanity, and for you and your demon in that tiny apartment.

You had him back, and though so much hangs in the air, that was enough.

[sexlapis]

cecil stedman x female!reader. ns4w. smut. no gender/prns mentioned. short fic. smoking. pet-names. reverse cowgirl. cream pie. r calls cecil “cece”. this is kinda dirty.

a/n: guys i might be an old man fucker😭😭 pray for me

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*

Cecil…Cecil is not quite sure how he has found himself in this position.

It’s all a blur really. A flash. A blink in time. An artificial warp of reality.

One minute, you’re innocently inviting him into your house for coffee. Cecil wonders for brief moment why you or himself would be drinking coffee so late at night, but he accepts your invite. He assumed he wouldn’t be here for long anyway.

Then you two get to talking; work, the “superheroes”, the goddamn weather, anything you get your mind to.

A cup of coffee turns into a glass of wine.

Then two. Three.

You two were sitting far too close to one another for it to be considered “professional”.

Bare, short-clad knees brushing against his dark-coloured cotton suit that looks far too expensive for someone like him. He lost his suit jacket and loosened his red tie as soon as you poured him his second glass of wine.

Cecil isn’t usually so lax, so accepting of offers like house invitations and wine, but he figures it’s been a long week, an even longer year and that he deserves a break no matter how short it will last.

“Debbie just doesn’t understand.” Cecil sighs, downing the rest of his wine. It takes the weight of the world off his shoulders. “I don’t want to hurt her. Or Mark, or Oliver. They just don’t-“” He sighs, “They just don’t get it.”

“I know, Cece.” Your head buzzed so much that you don’t even remember placing your hand on his shoulder. “They don’t live in our world. They don’t under…understand the sacrifice. They think you’re evil but you’re not. I know you’re not evil.”

Cecil is staring at you now, rusty-blue irises filling your vision like the ocean, ivory eyelashes frost around them. His eyes are glassy.

“You believe that?”

Your face is too close to his now. You take your hand in his large one.

“You’re a good man, Cecil. I believe that."

Cecil's gaze flickers down to where your two hands are connected then back to you again. He gulps. It follows the swipe of your tongue over your lips like a moth to a flame. He hears your breath hitch.

"Cece..."

You eye the mangled skin of his lip. Then your own lips find them.

At first he doesn't respond. He's frozen in his spot on your couch, hand flopping limply in your own.

Cecil seems to be snapped back into his senses when you pull back, apologising viciously, offering him a way out, far, far away from the mess you have conjured up from the sinful movement of your lips.

He quickly puts a stop to that babble with his own lips.

He should not have done that. He should not have done that.

But God, your lips were so soft. You were so responsive and enthusiastic to his touch, a feeling he hasn't felt in over a decade. So sue him for breaking his own rules for once in his shit life.

You both stumble to your bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes (mainly yours) in the wake. You’re pushing him onto your plush sheets. The fly to his pants are down.

It’s a whirl. He’s blinded by it all - your body, your hands, your lips, your breath - it’s all too much and not near enough.

That’s how he finds himself in this position - lying on your bed, his shirt unbuttoned and pants down to his ankles, with you bouncing up and down on his dick.

You’ve already came twice, courtesy of his mouth and length. You seem to be returning the favour judging by the ferocity of your hips.

Cecil can’t take his eyes away from where you both meet - your wet folds leave strings of gossamer with every desperate rise and fall of your bounces, and your gorgeous ass ripples and shines with each movement.

This was it. This is what kills him.

If someone five years ago had told him that he’d be fucking his most attractive coworker, he wouldn’t have believed it. Gone were the days that he could have some sort of freedom in his life, any dream of relaxation was just that; a dream. Fantasies that will never come into fruition.

But Cecil guesses he was wrong.

“Oh, oh fuck.” He curses. His stomach clenches. “Fuck.”

Cecil’s hand grips one of your soft, pert cheeks in his hand. You arch into the contact.

“Cece…Cece, are you gonna cum?”

You really were trying to kill him.

The visual of your coy face peering back at him over your shoulder, the rotations of your ass, and most importantly, the way your hot, seeping tight cunt swallows his cock so tightly that you may have gifted him with a small experience of the heaven he will never face.

“Don’t say that shit.”

You giggle. You fucking giggle.

“I’m just saying,” - you cut yourself off with a loud moan - “I’m just saying tha-that you can cum inside of me.”

An animalistic growl spews from Cecil’s mouth as his grip turns into searing iron on your hips.

“Don’t say that shit.”

“‘M serious, you can.” As if to emphasise your point, you switch on an ecstatic pace with your hips, rotating yourself on his cock like a cog in a wheel. Quick and precise. You can feel your own wetness dripping down his cock.

Cecil didn’t stand a chance.

Not with the way you moved or the sounds that kept pouring out of your mouth or the smooth tilts and curves of your supple body.

His heavy balls draw up tight. His head is thrown back. His hips buck up once, twice, thrice-

“Oh shit, fuck, fuck, get off- fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m fucking-“”

He erupts inside of you with a tremulous groan, one that echoes throughout your quaint room. His cock spurts rope after rope of sticky seed inside of your walls, more than you knew a man his age was capable of giving. His hands remain of your still-moving hips, slowing you down just a little. He wanted a break, not to be a victim of an accidental murder.

You hum, biting your lip at how full you are. Planting your hands on the bed, you raise yourself off his dick. Cecil hisses at the cool air hitting his now flaccid member. You wiggle your hips.

Cecil sees what you’re drawing his attention to - his cum, his cum that is seeping around and from your velvet, glistening walls. If he had the energy he did twenty years ago, this would’ve called for a round two.

“Jesus.” He spits, the bite mellowed out by his fatigue. “You’re fucking greedy, aren’t you?”

You laugh at him. “I’ll take that as a thank you.”

You clamber off his lap, sweaty, sheen and sly as fox you crawl up to his side. Your rouge-bitten lips find solace on his clear neck, a neck in desperate need of some dark love bites.

Cecil reaches into his trousers that are still hooked around his ankles. He pulls out his lighter and a cigarette. He lights it.

“I’m getting too old for this shit, kid.”

*

a/n: cecil fuckers unite? 🩷

[sexlapis]

THINGS CECIL SAYS TO YOU

⏦ﾟ♡︎ cecil stedman x gn!reader

headcanon format. reader is implied to have powers/be a hero. fluff. swearing. cecil being cecil. italics is when cecil is speaking about you.

⤷ some things cecil would say to you, someone he loves cares very much for.

a/n: give it up for my favourite toxic manipulative old man.

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ꨄ︎ “I’m surprised you didn’t fall on your ass on the way down.”

ꨄ︎ “Kid, you’re making me go gray and I barely have any fucking hair left.”

ꨄ︎ “Watch you tone.”

ꨄ︎ “I said watch your fucking mouth before I wash it out myself.”

ꨄ︎ “Good job. I’m proud of you.”

ꨄ︎ “Perfect solutions don’t exist in an imperfect world.”

ꨄ︎ “If you think I’m just going to let you fly them to god knows where in fucking space then you have another thing coming.”

ꨄ︎ “Don’t you ever try that shit again. I- We almost lost you!”

ꨄ︎ “I don’t want you out in space. I want you here, where I can keep a proper eye on you.”

ꨄ︎ “If anyone even thought about killing you, they’d already be six feet under.”

ꨄ︎ “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You know that.”

ꨄ︎ “You really piss me off sometimes, do you know that?”

ꨄ︎ “You need some damn sense knocked into you.”

ꨄ︎ “Do not threaten them. l promise you, that will not end well.”

ꨄ︎ “That’s what I like to hear. I knew I could count on you.”

ꨄ︎ “I would never let you do anything so fucking stupid.”

ꨄ︎ “Get over here and sit down. Don’t make me ask twice.”

[sexlapis]

# after office hours

ns4w. smut. female!reader. no gender/prns mentioned. petnames. PiV. Cecil being old.

wc: 1k

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*

Cecil’s favourite time of day is right after his work shift ends.

After his typical stressful day at work, with colleagues who refuse to listen, complete imbeciles who cannot comprehend a word he says and incompetent heroes who disrespect his authority, he looks forward to the time where it’s just you and him in his office. Where he can undo the top button of his shirt, take off his suit jacket, tie your hands behind your back with his red tie and gently bend you over his desk.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” He tells you as he languidly unfastens your belt, your slacks and underwear pooling at your feet. “You’re the only one who can really take orders, isn’t that right?”

“I don’t know, Ce.” You sigh out as be runs his thick, weathered fingers through your folds. “Maybe they don’t listen because you’re so bossy-“”

You’re silenced by Cecil’s length easing into your soaked walls. He fills you out, nice and slow, steady and stable, patient and unhurried. He sits inside of you, the heaviness of his cock making your shudder.

This feeling never gets old - the thick weight of him lodged inside of you, his calloused hands enclosing over your hips, his crinkled balls meeting your folds with a kiss.

You tighten around him involuntarily.

“…Or maybe it’s because you don’t give them a heads up.” You grunt, glaring at him from the corner of your eye.

“You talk too damn much.” He chides.

There’s a faint smirk on his lips as one of his hands travel up the road of your restrained body, through the lanes of your spine, the bumps of your shoulders and the turns of your neck and jaw, right up to your lips. They’re parted open by his fingers, pressing down on your silky tongue. The corners of your mouth drool.

You moan over his fingers when he picks up his pace. He’s so deep, so deep inside of you. The force of his thrusts drives you back and forth over his desk, a desk that is no-doubt very expensive. Squelching sounds vibrate around his grand office.

“Listen to that. You talk so much shit but listen to how wet you are.”

He quietens himself like he wants to emphasise his point - his point of how much of a desperate little minx you are, clearly.

You swallow down a sudden spit of shyness you feel and drop your mouth open. Cecil’s fingers fall from it. You peer over your shoulder at him.

He’s not in any better shape than you really. All red, flustered and flushed out, sweaty from the bald head down, panting like his life is on the line.

He’s such an old man.

“Its all yours, baby.”

Cecil hums. Grunts. He grips the side of your neck, clasping your jaw as well. He bows over you.

“Damn right it is.”

You laugh at that. He speaks like you belong to him. A gasp escapes you as his thrusts rock you, sending earthquakes shattering through your trembling body. His desk shifts and rocks in tandem with it all. It leaves you breathless.

Cecil’s movements turn sloppy, sporadic, erratic. He bucks his hips into your ass, sheathing his cock as far as it will go, making you arch into the pleasure before he spurts into the condom with shameless moan.

Like you said. Old man.

He gives you a few more weak thrusts, riding out his high. Then he grips the base of the condom as he slowly pulls out of you, one hand groping your ass. You feel his eyes on the mess of your folds.

“Ah. Fuck.”

You bite your lip, still throbbing and desperate when he disposes of the mess.

“Not gonna leave me hanging, are you?” You ask as he tucks himself back into his pants and buckles himself up. You hide your want very well.

“What do you take me for, huh?” He asks. He’s all tuckered out, near exhausted from just one round, still red in the cheeks. He’s chugging on a bottle of water. You’d be making fun of him if you weren’t so desperate to cum. “Turn around. Lay on the desk.”

You huff. Always so bossy.

Cecil unties his tie from your wrists, slinging it loosely around his collar. He looks so attractive when he’s all ravished and debauched, so unlike his usual, “upstanding” self.

He helps you onto the desk, gently laying you down with his hand cradling the back of your head.

You gleam. “Aren’t you sweet?”

Cecil tuts, rolling his eyes. His cheeks flush even more. “Spread your legs.”

“Bossyyyyyyyy.” You sing, opening yourself up for him. Your work trousers and underwear plop onto the floor.

He ignores you, most likely tired of your antics. He sits in his leather office chair, now face to face with your dripping, wet cunt.

Cecil groans. Momentarily, he seems to forget how annoying you are. When he’s greeted with this view every week, it’s hard to stay mad at you. “This might be the best part of my fucking day.”

He licks his lips before sinking into you.

You moan loudly when his mouth meets your cunt. You’re already so sensitive and close from the pounding he gave you a few moments minutes ago. You know you’re not going to last long.

You feel Cecil smirk against you. Bastard.

He licks his tongue through your folds, parting them with his wide muscle. So warm, so wet, so smooth against your pussy, you whine when the gentle arc of his nose rubs, nudges against your clit. One hand grabs at his bare head, nails scrapping against the skin, encouraging him with an almost ravish madness. Cecil takes it.

Your legs twitch to close, an all too familiar warmth and pressure building up in your core and cunt all too quickly as Cecil wraps his thin lips around your clit, swirling and flicking his tongue around your pulsing nub. Cecil stops that in its tracks, holding your thighs open so he can have his fill.

“Fuck, yes, just like that, just like that…”

Your mouth falls open, rolling your hips against his face. One of your hands grip the edge of the desk. It feels like it will snap under your grasp.

Then Cecil’s hand finds the top of your mound, pulling the skin up expose your clit to more of his attacking mouth.

The move cause you to whine, jolting up and wrapping your thighs around Cecil’s head. This time, he welcomes it. Buzzing rings in your ears.

You lose it when he starts to move his head from side to side, playing with your poor, tender clit sensitive mercilessly, giving you no time to breathe. You freeze, going still in his arms as you cum in his mouth and on his face, tingling, sizzling sparks dancing through your cunt and abdomen, eyes rolled into the back of your brain, biting your lip red and slowly riding his face.

Cecil lets you take control of your face, take whatever you want.

The grinds of your hips slow to a stop. Cecil kisses your clit before parting.

He looks far worse than he did. Your slick decorates his lower face like glitter. He licks his lips like he had a lovely dinner.

You grin down at him, pretending like you haven’t been fucked out of your mind. “You’re good at that, Cece.”

“…I can tell.” The corner of his mouth quirks up as he eyes you over. He stands. “Alright. Get off.”

“…It’s like it never ends.”

You hop off anyway. Cecil bends down, surprisingly gentle while he dresses you back up, buttoning up your shirt and smoothing down your hair. It’s was caring, nearly loving. You certainly don’t expect him to place a small kiss on your neck.

“There you go.” He straightens out your clothes a bit more. He redoes his tie. “Keep this up and maybe you’ll get a bonus by the end of the year.”

*

[dilfdater420]

listen this has been in my head for awhile,, Cecil with an assistant who's battle beasts daughter(half alien/half human, so she has a beast form and human form)- now listen, reader isn't much of a fighter, espically after her whole childhood being in a crime ring and going to jail and such- but for Cecil? she'll fight. If he wants her to fight, she does. When he calls her to heel, she does. It's pretty much like an assistant/bodyguard. If you're inspired, could you do some headcanons based on this? romantic or platonic is fine with me! :3

Hey Anon! This is super cool! I love the idea. Feel free to request more and expand on it if you have ideas afterwards because I feel like this is an interesting dynamic to be explored, I'm so serious I'm invested

I’ll make the reader gender neutral though because that’s honestly how I write LOL.

#dilfdater420 : Cecil Stedman x Half Human!Half Alien!Reader who’s Battle Beasts’ kid. little --romantic?? platonic?? idk they're complicated-- headcanons post, feel free to request more from me! more under the cut

Cecil, at first, found you as a means to an end. Something to use to his advantage, and to be evenly matched with Invincible at least. Cecil remembers the damage your own father did to the kid, to have that kind of power even on a small scale at his beck and call could reap bountiful results for himself and the world if Invincible decided to jump ship or worse, Viltrum uses its force and Mark isn't enough.

He found you through intel that there was a powerful threat on Earth that needed to be dealt with from an unknown source. He expected it to be a trap and sent two of the Guardians and himself, finding it to be an actual report.

But the one fault with the report was that it wasn't completely true. You were this defensive, clingy thing that jumped on the man as soon as he outstretched a hand to shake. You were weeping, had almost gave Cecil a heart attack and set his hairline a foot back, but he ended up returning the embrace and awkwardly cuddling you.

This was the beginning of an imprint. After going back to the GDA, never parting with the hand that reached to you in the process, you were put through a series of tests and then therapy. That's where the story of child abuse and violence devolved, and the knowledge that you were the spawn of Battle Beast. After that, Cecil was a lot less annoyed by your closeness, in fact, he banked on it.

With you acclimated enough to be normal and not freak out when you two were separated, Cecil had you become his left hand.

You got his coffee, was something he could air his frustrations to--and no one would ever find out, debriefed him on the current state of the world every morning, and was ready to die if he so little as suggested the notion. It was a match made in heaven, but a high maintenance one.

You talked a lot whenever you could, curious about everything. You were definitely not a child, but incredibly childish. You'd just reach out for anything, Donald even had to make a habit of slapping your hand before you got hurt.

Not to mention, living together? His personal space sacrificed for the good of the world. He doesn't get paid enough.

You improve Cecil's home situation in some circumstances. He could wake up to the kitchen sink once clad with utensils in the aftermath of eating takeout too many times for it to be healthy suddenly clean and tidy. How'd you know he wanted it to be cleaned without telling you? He sighed at it when you first moved in while showing you around.

On the flipside, you could also destroy Cecil's couch and decorative pillows with your claws because you think the sound of fabric ripping is satisfying.

Now, the final question is, how are you faring well as an actual bodyguard? Yes you come from a strong parent, but your actual combat skills and specs lack in comparison, sizably so. You were never much of a fighter and it showed. Yes you could meet Invincible at his level and probably overpass him with a burst of thirst for blood, but an actual Viltrumite?

Despite this, you were good enough for Cecil, so he kept you. Everything cog has a use, and Cecil has gotten really good at seeing which peg a gear can fit in. He's the Global Defense Force Director after all.

#a/n : I hope you liked this, I'm operating on smoke right now I haven't slept since Saturday haha. Forgive me for any grammer/syntax errors charge it to my head not my heart

This turned into something way longer than I thought it would. But you can't stop until the words and you reach this equilibrium of satisfaction. I could go further but then I think I'd fumble it. Better to stop while you're good and come back later yknow

Ok me go sleep sleep **passes out

[midnightshindig]

hii, could you do wife!fem!reader x cecil stedman headcanons? it can be sfw and nsfw if you want. maybe housewife reader? i dont care if it isn´t that way.

i hope you can work with this, pls stay hydrated and sorry for my bad english.

Cecil x Housewife!Reader

You're all good, I am so hydrated and your English is perfectly fine lol

This is an sfw fic with a fem reader who used she/her, thank youuuu

hcs under the cut!

You'd been married LONG before Cecil became head of the GDA

College sweethearts and all that

You were maybe the only normal thing in his life anymore, the only true remnant of his normal past.

Cecil is a WIFE MAN

Proudly wears his wedding band and has a nice photo of you in his office

Of course your name and marital status to him is scrubbed from the internet and government files

but to those in the GDA or the GotG, you're just Y/n Stedman, Mrs. Stedman if you will, Cecil's super cute super sweet wife

You send Cecil to work with food for his coworkers

You KEEP that office fridge stocked

Company parties are the best, you're just such a good cook omg

Everyone gets you stuff for your birthday bc they just adore you

In private, Cecil is a very sweet man

Kissing your knuckles, swaying with you in the living room, all that.

He comes home to you doing the dishes and walks right up behind you, his hands wrapping around your stomach and his chin on your shoulder

"Hey Y/n, how was your day?"

"Better now," you twist your head back to give his cheek a kiss "How was yours?"

He gives a soft smile before leaning into you a little more "Better now."

You probably have a pet of some kind, since any children you do or do not have are well in college by now

A little one, a cat or small dog

Cecil is enthused about the idea of getting you a dog

"It'll keep you safe while I'm gone"

it would be a romantic notion if you weren't under constant protection

but shhhhhh here look at this cute puppy what do you want to name him?

Cecil looooves coming home to seeing you reading a book on the couch

or tending to your flower garden out in the yard

or cooking dinner or painting or playing games with the dog and everything you do while he's gone

Sometimes Cecil comes home to you entertaining guests- usually friends from college or neighborhood women

Still, the two of you are a cute couple and your friends are so amused by him

"Y/n, your husband is such a card!" and things to that effect

Cecil has to teleport a lot for his job, so don't be surprised when he comes home with chocolates from Sweden or cheese or something or some small trinket

He likes giving you shiny things.

Consider him a bit of a magpie, if you will

does that police husband thing where he gives you contraband unable to be returned to villains

"hi honey, I'm home! I brought you a confiscated amulet!"

"Did you get it checked for curses or supernatural things this time? I don't need another trip to the barber-"

"yes, dear, I had them check it."

You come out from the bathroom, adjusting your earring and examining it "Oh it's beautiful!!"

"I thought you would like it, here I'll put it on you-"

And then he takes you to dinner and you're so beautiful and charming

he is a wife guy for sure.

[midnightshindig]

Okay, so... Since you're practically the saviour of Cecil fans, could I request a cecil x reader where reader is being reckless and Cecil is frustrated because he's worried?

Of course, feel free not to, I love your work anyways! Thank you for sharing your work, have a wonderful week ❤️

psshhh daw shucks, me? Savior of the Cecil fans? How kind <3

as always, fic under the cut!

You’re a b tier superhero, good for saving major cities from minor threats, you do a great job of keeping annual bank robberies down

buutttt you’re not exactly the first person they call when there’s an alien invasion

Your partner, Cecil Stedman, knows this

What he doesn’t know is that you’re best friends with Black Samson, and have convinced him to let you know when the Guardians go on a mission

This is how you end up crashing a fight between the Guardians and some vague nondescript alien invaders

Your flying is all the best yet, and you come tumbling and crashing through the swarms of large grey aliens

rolling like a bowling ball knocking them down until you land in the middle of their troops

gulp. uh oh.

meanwhile, Cecil is screaming at you over your earpiece

you assume, at least, you turned it off a while ago, knowing he wouldn’t want you on this mission

but you can HELP the guardians, shouldn’t you?

speaking of, Monster Girl fights her way through the aliens to scoop you up under her giant green arm, before returning to the rest of the team

”Cecil’s mad, Y/n, like- ow my head hurts from the yelling bad!” She’s not mad at you, but you can imagine the toll having Cecil in your head takes, especially while fighting for your life

”It’s okay, Monster Girl! I’m here to help!” You grinned, giving her a sturdy thumbs up and wriggling free of her grasp

She Narrows her eyes incredulously

“Yeahhh I dunno about that..”

But you’re already gone, throwing yourself back into the fight- and to your credit- you get down a good twenty aliens or so before being overtaken

once again, and I can’t stress enough how funny this is in retrospect, hahaha isn’t it funny Cecil- Cecil please laugh I promise it’s funny in retrospect- but you have to get rescued again, this time by Rex Splode

hes not having your shit

”Y/n I swear to fucking GOD- you’re putting us all in danger, go. The FUCK. Home!”

swallowing your pride, you turn back on your ear piece and fly off, getting lectured the entire time

“what the hell were you thinking?! Cecil pinches his temple, pacing back and forth

“I’m not a child, Cecil, I don’t need you to scold me for doing my job.”

”You job-“ he sighs, pausing to collect himself “Y/n your job is to go where I tell you and fight what I tell you. Not interrupt guardian business and almost get KILLED.”

If you didn’t feel scolded before, shrinking in your seat, you certainly do now

”I’m sorryy, but I know I can be more useful-“

”You’re useful as long as you’re alive.” He bites back, folding his arms and giving you that unimpressed glare reserved for when teenagers misbehave. But you’re in your thirties

man you fucked up.

You slink into your chair a little more

“ugh…” he continues to pace, processing everything over the last few hours

you stand up, walking over to him and placing an open hand on his shoulder

”Cecil… I’m sorry” your voice is soft and shaky, eyebrows knitted up and eyes glassy with forming tears

he Looks at you, oh he can’t stay mad at you

not when he’s doing this just to keep you safe

He lets out a deep, frustrated groan, before opening a single arm and pulling you to his chest by the back of the neck

“😒”

Its okay though because he cares about you

”Y/n, promise me you’re going to stop doing stupid stuff like that. I give you the toughest missions I know you can handle. But-“ he sighs “If you want to get reassessed, I’ll tell Donald to get the stuff ready.”

your eyes shine, and you smile up at him “Id like that a lot”

a beat of silence between you two

”I’m sorry for scaring you today, Cecil.”

He pulls you a little closer, just enough to kiss the top of your head

”Yeah yeah, don’t do it again. You gave me and half the analysis department a god damned heart attack.”

under his nagging and frustrations an undercurrent of care, its audible in his tone

You Pull him back for a real kiss, resting your foreheads together after pulling away “I’ll be safer from now on.”

the moment passes, and you grab his hand “Now come on I wanna see how much stronger I am since the last time we did this!” and off you go, to get reassessed

[dilfdater420]

can you do like a one shot or just some head canons of cecil with a hero reader? idk if you do specific powers, but if you do the reader has like wanda/ scarlet witch powers 🤔

Heya! Of course I can

Before I get into the details I just wanted to thank you for your request. This is my first ask ever and I’m grateful that I get to do something I’ve always wanted but never got the chance. Much appreciated, and if you’re reading this feel free to request as well. I love requests and I love writing!!

Getting to your actual request, my knowledge on Wanda is limited as I have the slightest memory of what her powers were. I just know that they were crazy powerful! So as to respect your request and my love for making my writings as open as possible, I’ll just do a really strong reader!

#dilfdater420 : Cecil Stedman x an gender neutral uber powerful reader. non-specific. this is a headcanon post with a little drabble at the end like a cherry on top. hope you enjoy, please request for more!

Cecil is constantly worried you might die.

Everyone’s eyes are constantly on you, watching for a mishap, a sudden blunder, something to exploit. To kill you with. Even if you’ve never lost a fight, he knows people are looking for a way to be your first loss.

You’re a target under his care, dating or not. He must do what he can to protect you, but maybe with the added pressure of love, this protective grip can be a little tight.

This looks a lot like tracking your every mistake, debriefing on everything that went wrong on missions as to not make the same misstep twice, and training the he’ll put you in is based on the intel he’s gathered.

He even has a small committee dedicated to finding every fault in your system, he’s meticulous.

Training is not only what debriefs are like, but him making you actively relive blunders through simulations, strength and endurance training, and the like. You could be about to lose consciousness, and he’d tell you to keep going goddammit! We’re pushing new limits here, this isn’t grade school! Go further or go home! Either that or he’d give you a small break and then a pat on the back to push you back out.

Of course, the relationship you two have is frayed because of this. One screaming match turned heart to heart finally cleared some of the air between his actions and his intent.

Cecil loves you, unquantifiably so. And with that he worries, a world without you is a world he doesn’t want. He needs to know that he doesn’t have to worry about you, that you have no margins for error.

Despite this, the obvious answer is that what he seeks is not possible.

Now depending on the reader, this argument could be “too little too late�� or the “saving grace”.

If you’re a “saving grace” reader, things get better for the relationship.

Cecil is coming to terms with the fact that some circumstances must be left uncertain. No matter how much it aches him, he’s starting to learn how to trust in uncertainty, and more importantly, you. He’s learning the art of “trusting the process”.

There’s a little more lovey dovey, a lot less control. It’s nice, it’s breathable, it’s brings you both peace.

—

“___” is a placeholder for your name btw I just don’t like Y/N for some reason

You were running towards the battlefield, your hips swayed atypically, vision ebbing in and out of focus, weighted breath. You hadn’t slept since Monday, it was Thursday today. Or at least you thought it was.

Cecil watched you closely. You were with the Guardians, helping to save a bank from being robbed by the Mauler Twins. It was easy with the Mauler Twins, always easy, this time it sure didn’t seem easy. You weren’t as sharp as you were, making error after error while his anger grew. He knew you knew that fact, feeling your famous confidence get etched away.

After the encounter, Cecil eyed you as you walked back to the GDA. You needed to talk to him apparently.

“Hey,” you address him, walking into his office.

His eyes continued their relentless dig. “Dont hey me, you look a mess. What the fuck was that?”

“Sorry, I—“

“There’s no “sorry” in this ___, those two idiots damn near beat cha’ to a pulp. You better thank the guardians for helping ya’ keep your winning streak or so help me.” He was so mad his facade was cracking.

You inhaled. “I mean do you know how many people saw that? Over four million on national news!”

“Cecil,” you sigh

“Ya’ need to realize the influence you have as Earth’s greatest hero—“

“Cecil.” A little louder…

“—If people are seriously led to thinking we’re susceptible, our enemies could get bolder!”

“Cecil..!” Louder…

“They could make an attempt on yer life goddamnit I could lose you! The world doesn’t need that! Ya’ need to be better!”

“Cecil!” Loudest. This got his attention

“WHAT?!”

“Fuck you.”

In his disbelief, you walk out the door of his office, going to take the nap you deserve whether he liked it or not.

Hard to tell if his love was just an affinity to what you’ve been reduced to, an emotional punching bag.

Sorry if this kinda sucks I’m operating on like half sleep and my beta reading doesn’t work until I’m like, 6 hours post fanfic writing and I refuse to wait that long. Gimme thoughts in your reblogs and comments!

Much love and thanks <3

[midnightshindig]

Could you do a Debbie x fem!Reader story? I think she'd be cute with a girlfriend. Also, if it's Debbie's first time with another woman maybe they're using some toys in the bedroom.

Debbie x Fem!Reader

Okay here's where I tell you that I don't know how to write wlw intimacy bc I'm a gay man. I should probably know more about Saphics, like 3/5 of my family are wlw...

REGARDLESS, this is all sfw and wholesome and stuff. Please enjoy!

As alwaysss, hcs under the cut!

Olga takes Debbie to a gay bar

It's not for any particular reason, Olga's one of those women who views sexuality as fluid and so is Debbie

but she's not here to hook up

Olga just doesn't want weird dudes hitting on them

So they're at the club, and Debbie is enjoying herself for the first time in a long time. she's worried she might be a little old to be there, and that everyone there looks her sons age. Gross

she's about to go home when the bartender calls her over and slides her a martini

"oh- I'm sorry. I didn't order this." She smiles politely, sliding it back a little

"Naw miss, that lady at the end of the bar ordered it for you."

She looks down and there's this gorgeous woman in a frilly dress waving at her with a sweet smile

She doesn't look old, but definitely older than the freshly twenty one-year-olds polluting the rest of the club

and hell, maybe it's because Debbie is lonely or because of the way you're waving at her, but she goes over to you

"Um. Hello. My name is Debbie." She's stiff, awkward, out of practice, but she's endlessly charming in the effortless way her earrings twinkle as she extends a hand

You kiss her knuckles, looking up at her from your seat at the bar "Debbie, that's cute. I'm Y/n. It's a pleasure to see a gorgeous lady like you in a place like this."

Her face flushes red at your comment

"Oh my, well I- I'm flattered. But I'm not-" she pauses, before really considering her words

She'd been with women before, before Nolan. She'd been happy before Nolan.

Couldn't she be happy after Nolan?

"you're not?" you raised an eyebrow, crossing your legs "oh! I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, you're just really pretty- and I would hate to have missed my chance."

"No! No.. Haha, I'm." Debbie hesitates, before looking to Olga, whose smiling at her encouragingly "Would you like to get out of here?"

So the two of you end up walking around the area, getting a bite to eat at a local late night burger place.

The night was so heavenly and calm and enjoyable

Debbie hadn't been romanced like this in a while. Pursued like the capable, intelligent, beautiful and alluring woman she was

And you were so nice, so gentle and understanding and courteous

You didn't even bat an eyelash when she told you her husband was a dead superhero

"i''m sorry to hear that, Debbie. That sounds really difficult, you carry it well."

She's so flattered, and to be honest, you're really pretty in your own right

Like cmon a cute woman like you? Hitting on her? how can she say no?

So you two start going on dates, and then start going out, eventually she introduces you to Mark and Oliver

That goes about as well as you think it would

Mark is resistant to change, but he's glad Debbie has someone to be there for her

and boy are you there for her

you show up for her in every way

peak "you cook and I'll do the dishes and clean the kitchen" couple

She likes to fold laundry while you tell her about your job and day and whatever

You, in turn, like to listen to her whine about work or vent about life while you sweep

The two of you are a little power couple, and you have no issue chewing out whoever is mean to your lady

Straight up normal no-power gay girl going toe to toe with Cecil Stedman

you're a GREAT influence on Oliver, and are such a big help in keeping Debbie sane through it all

This kid adores your graphic liner and silly fashion, dude eats it up

Lowkey makes him a less boring kid, as he demands you do fun makeup looks on him

but like he's still a little guy and suuuuch a dude bro at times

You all go on a train together to show him what they're like and he just loses it when you convince the conductor to let him see the front

He adores you, which, in turn, makes Mark more fond of you

you're not a family per see, but you fit nicely into Debbie's life, and make her so happy

She couldn't do it without her loving girlfriend <3