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୨୧ ⋮ TAME

── .✦ cecil stedman x gn!reader

ns4w. no pronouns mentioned. DUBCON. SPANKING. slight angst. d/s dynamics. unequal power dynamics. rough/mean cecil. crying. petnames (‘kid’).

⤷ you need to be reminded of who’s really in charge.

wc: 2.4k

(✮) = your name

a/n: the cws make this sound so dark but it’s rlly not.

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Cecil doesn’t even look at you when you walk into his office.

You knew you were in trouble, big trouble, after that little stunt you had pulled. Throwing yourself into danger so carelessly, so immature and impulsive. So reckless. So, so stupid. So typical of you. Typical of you to ignore logic, to indulge in the ephemeral nature of emotionality and not think about what damage it would leave in its wake.

He’s already called you out on such behaviour before - burned you with his scalding railing, froze you with his icy-sharp gaze, oppressed you within the palms of his weathered hands. And somehow, after all of his damning actions you managed to make the same mistake twice.

You deserve whatever you get.

Which is why you force yourself to suffer where you stand, squirming and twitching as Cecil shuffles through paperwork, barely sparing you a glance, hardly even acknowledging your presence. This stings more than if he was outright vociferating at you, fury in his breath and anger in his eyes - at least then you would actually be holding his attention.

He must be doing this to punish you, then. Instead of outright verbally degrading you to an unprecedented level, he simply ignores you, treats you as something insignificant, unimportant, a burden.

The thought makes your heart ache.

After several minutes of this silent, mental torture, Cecil huffs. He stands up. The act makes you stand up straight yourself, anticipating what will happen next.

Insults? A suspension? Banned from working with the GDA?

No. No, Cecil would never do such a thing. Even after all you’ve done, you’re still valuable. He still values you, both as a person and a hero. He has to.

It’s too quiet, and your heart is running too fast, and you can’t keep waiting anymore.

“Cecil-“”

“Shut up.” He spits. He looks tired, more than usual. Cecil unknots his tie from his neck, letting it hang loose.

You frown, swallowing. “Cecil-“”

“I said shut up.” He tells you, voice raised with annoyance. His glare cuts you. He speaks in a calmer tone when he notices your apprehension. “Come here.”

Your breath catches in your throat. What is he planning to do with you?

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His eyes are like a magnet, drawing you to him with shaky, uneven steps as if you were a lost fawn and your only solace was Cecil.

He waits for you, uncharacteristically patient while you stumble up behind his desk, lip chewed red and fingers nimbled numb. You can’t get a read on him, not now - you’re too frazzled, too on edge to figure out what he’ll do once he gets his hands on you. A little twinge of fear rises in your chest.

Cecil hums when you do as you’re told. Pleased that you can listen sometimes. He scans you from top to bottom, taking note of your glaringly obvious nervous ticks, inspecting you almost clinically.

He’s checking you over for any serious injuries.

You gulp.

Cecil moves his hand, placing it on the small of your back and guides you to the edge of the desk. You puff out a breath of air as your thighs press into Italian, mahogany wood, all the while Cecil crowds behind you, forcing you forward like he’s trying to meld you and the desk into one. His hands are placed on either side of you, trapping you effectively.

Your eyes fall shut, relishing in how his body feels against yours - firm, hard, stable. All the things you especially need. A firm, hard, stable hand to guide you.

He rests his head on your shoulder. You can feel the weight he carried from that one action alone, the weight of his responsibilities, his stress, his position, the weight of the world. He doesn’t need you adding to the already mile-long list.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” Cecil asks you with a gruff, exhausted voice. “How many times do we have to go over this?”

“Cecil-“”

“No. No.” He tuts, breath fanning over your bare shoulder. Quieter now, he speaks, “I’m all out of words for you. Maybe you need a more…hands-on approach.”

Your head twists, your eyes meeting his, all wide and doe-eyed, glazed over with confusion. On the other hand, Cecil’s are like stone, worn and ancient, looking down at you with a gaze you’re now too familiar with. Dominance and absolute control.

“Bend over. On the desk.”

Cecil doesn’t wait for your response or reaction, already moulding you into position like clay, gently pushing your upper body onto the desk and, malleable as you are, you take it, trusting yourself in his hands despite the anxiety lighting through your body. Despite everything.

You feel so exposed. Bent over and presented to him. It’s almost embarrassing.

Almost.

He sighs. Big hands smooth down your clothed back, sending sparks up your spine, travelling through your synapses. His hips press into you from behind.

“There’s only so much one hero can get away with, (✮). You were toeing the line between calculated violence and full blown fuckery.” He breathes out a chuckle but you don’t think he’s very amused.

He leans over you, his front against your back and his lips brushing against your ear. “You overstepped that line by a fucking mile.”

Your forehead meets the wood with a thud.

Yeah, you know that. You know you’re always pushing the boundaries, Cecil’s boundaries, of right and wrong, good and bad, rational and emotional and you know you shouldn’t be. You should be an obedient, little hero who listens to their boss. But if this is where you end up after you do break the unwritten “rules” - bent over a desk, waiting for Cecil to ease you right into the place in the hierarchy just below him (both metaphorically and literally) - then you can’t feel too bad about what it took to get you right where you wanted to be. Sprawled out and waiting, a gift all for him.

“I need to keep my heroes in line. And for that to happen, they need to listen. You understand that. You know that.”

You bit your lip, nodding tenaciously.

He grabs your hair, not roughly, only as a warning. Warning you of who’s in charge. Of whose boss. “Words.”

You scramble for them. They trip out of your mouth, jumbled. “Yes-yes. I do know…I do.”

“Say it.”

“You need to keep…your heroes in line. And-and they need to…listen.”

You feel him relax. “That’s right.”

You realise then that he was more worried then he let on. You have your tells but so does he.

One of his hands travels down to your trousers, thumb dipping below the band. “So you know why I have to do this, right?”

You nod frantically. His hand burrowed in your hair tightens.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?

“Yes-yes, sir!”

He hums, happy and content. Pleased. His sense of control affirmed by your submission is a delicacy that he's addicted to and a taste that cannot be replaced or replicated by anything.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Without warning, Cecil promptly slides your trousers down your thighs, letting them fall to your feet. He moans at the sight of you spread out on the desk and feels his slacks tighten. But this isn’t about that right now. No, that’s for another time. For now, you need a hard hand and hard discipline, not pleasure.

Cecil doesn’t bother pulling your underwear down, he merely tugs them up high in between your ass cheeks, successfully wedging you in the process.

It’s degrading, demeaning the way he’s acting like a schoolyard bully and you’re his favourite victim. But you’d be lying if you said there was no knot of heat being tied within the pit of your stomach or that you didn’t feel your underwear being ruined as the seconds passed.

He makes you feel so small yet so significant at the same time.

You yelp when he gropes your bare, clear flesh in his hands.

“Hm. I’d say fifteen is a good amount.” He states, voice slightly horse. “What do you think?”

You don’t think you have a choice in the matter, but you speak your thoughts anyway.

“…That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

There’s a short pause.

“I think fifteen is very fucking generous considering the stunt you pulled. Don’t you think.”

Well, he’s right about that.

He doesn’t actually care about your thoughts and you believe he wanted to make fun of you. Just a little bit. Poke fun at your constant failures, so common that you end up on his desk with your ass out.

Lamb to the slaughter. Again.

Smack.

It’s like you hear it before you feel it. You don’t even register the sting until a few moments later, after you’ve already been jerked forward by the force of it. Yelping, you look over your shoulder at him, stupidly feeling betrayed.

Cecil caresses your ass immediately, both to soothe the skin and your clear surprise.

“That’s one. I want you to count them for me. Can you do that?”

You blink.

“…Yes.”

“How much was that?”

“One.”

“Hm.” He huffs. “So you can listen. Good to know.”

Cecil, Cecil, Cecil. Even at a time like when you're half-naked and waiting to be spanked like a steak, he’s still his catty, sarcastic self. Some things never change.

“Wait!” You stop him, sitting up on your elbows. Your heart drops. “What if someone walks in?”

Cecil looks to the side. He doesn’t seem phased or even concerned at the possibility of an employee. or worse, another hero walking in at this damning sight.

“I wouldn’t give a damn if they all came in and watched, kid.” His hand clasps your shoulder, forcing you back down flat on the desk. “You don’t move without me saying so.”

“…Okay.”

He swats you once more, again, no warning, harder this time. It makes you hiss in pain, dreading tomorrow. You know you won’t be able to sit down with comfort. But even more so, what you feel is pleasure. Want and desire for Cecil, for him to hit you where nobody else will suspect or see. It’s exhilarating. You can never get enough of it. Of him.

“”T-Two.”

“Huh. There you go. Look how easy that is.” Cecil suppresses a groan at how your skin already blooms red like a rose.

He pelts you again. Your hips collide with the desk.

“Three!”

“Is this it then, hm? This is the only way I’ll get you to listen to me? Do I have to smack your ass on the field like a goddamn horse to get you to follow some simple fucking orders?”

Cecil spreads the globes of your ass, exposing your knotted, hidden hole to the cool air. You flail your arms back, attempting to cover yourself but he only pins them back at your sides.

“Try that again and you won’t be able to move your hands. Stop moving.”

You listen, heaving a long exhale. He’s only spanked you thrice and you’re already in a state; trembling, gasping and near drooling at the impact.

It goes on and on like this, a symphony of hand meeting flesh over and over and over again, alternating between hard and soft, hot and cold, like music, echoing around the silence of his office along with your cries and begs and whines and moans, creating a choir of passion spawned by the inapt relationship of you and Cecil.

And he praises you for the way you lay down and take it. You take the pain like a drug, strung up on the ache of your ass, controlled solely by the palms of his hands.

Ten.

It’s almost time for you. You know, Cecil sees it. He knows you well enough to be aware of your limits.

“Ten.” He strokes the flaming skin of your ass. “Good job. Almost finished.”

A sob leaves you before you can stifle it.

Cecil sighs, skimming a hand along the top of your head.

“I know. I know.” He coos. “Just five more. You can do it, I know you can.”

You begin to cry real tears when he starts back up again. It’s only brief but it devastates you. Ringing trills in your ears, nails shredding across dark timber, tears trickling down the bridge of your nose. A beautiful mess.

You’re a puddle by the time he’s finished. Your skin is aflame, an inferno, no doubt splattered red with hand-shaped bruises and discolourations. You internally weep for the upcoming days.

“All done. See? How hard was that?” Cecil mumbles.

He helps you stand up, practically lifts your weak, limp body. Sniffles and hiccups blow past your lips in the aftermath. It’s all so much. As he begins to redress you, pulling up your pants and fixing your shirt, you find yourself leaning into him, nuzzling your face into his crisp white shirt. You can feel him tense for just a moment, like he’s battling his own thoughts. Like after everything that has transpired in his office, touching you tenderly would be a step too far.

Then Cecil does reciprocate; robotically raises his hands to cradle the back of your head. That’s the most you’ll get out of him, you think.

“Don’t do that again.” He breathes. His voice is tight. “Had us worried there for a second. You even think about doing that again…I won’t be using my hand.”

He was worried. That’s what you take away from his threat. Your heart sings. Pathetic.

A quiet crackle of static sounds through the room, emitting from Cecil. From his earpiece.

“Huh?” He asks. “Right now?” He groans. “I’ll be there in five.”

Cecil moves back a step and places his hands on your shoulders. He stares at your tear-stricken face, red lips, bleary, wet lashes and bleary eyes, eyes that look up to him for support, protection and guidance. A ghost of guilt washed over him before he quickly snuffs it out.

He’s done worse than this.

His gaze flickers downwards. At your lips.

“You’re suspended from hero duties until you can prove to me that you’re capable of listening.” It seems like he remembers the condition you’re in. The condition he left you in. “Stay at the pentagon for the night. One of my employees will come fetch you.”

A flash. A buzz. He’s gone.

You’re left alone once more, flooded with want and another feeling you’re not so sure of.

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paigerzz · 9 months ago

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written 4 @bubbledtee !! i saw your concept and HAD to write about it

warnings: smut, age gaps, adult film, reader is female, degradation, manhandling

word count: 1,598

james was popular in the adult film industry. everyone always talked about how respectful he was to his co-stars and that he would always do his best to make sure you were comfortable.

he was also rumored to make girls squirt with just his mouth alone. you were an amateur, scoring this job as sex was something you valued and considered yourself good at. you also thought doing adult film would help your confidence so you decided to give it a shot.

it was the first day you were meeting james, your partner for this scene. the fellow girls practically stared a hole through you as you walked through those doors, muttering and murmuring about what james would think of you.

it was a teacher / student scene and james had to fuck you in ways you’ve never been before. he had to be super rough with you so he decided to sit and talk to you to make you comfortable beforehand.

you saw the silver fox sitting on the sofa in the main room in the house you were shooting in. he was taking a drag from his cigar. he looked up and saw you, giving a bright smile,

“y/n, right? i’m james, pleasure to meet you”

he held out his hand and you gladly shook it. he was definitely super attractive for a guy his age, older guys had always been your sort of thing, and this was just adding fuel to the fire.

“yeah.. i’m super nervous about this..” you nervously chuckled.

“that’s understandable but i assure you, if you want me to stop at any point you have my word. promise” he gave a sweet smile.

you two talked for a few hours before you had to shoot your scene. you had already gotten so comfortable with him, and maybe even got a little flustered from his flirtatious comments about what a beautiful young woman you were.

you went to change into what the producers/directors had given you. the casual skirt, thong and polo you usually saw in these types of pornos. you did your makeup and touched it up in the living room mirror. you noticed james in the reflection and couldn’t help but stare at him in that suit. it hugged his body just right, the shirt rolled up, showing his many tattoos and buff arms.

you gulped nervously, flustered again as james complimented you once more.

“5 minutes!” the cameraman yelled.

you nervously took a deep breath, james taking notice, “remember what i said, tap me three times for me to stop doing whatever i’m doing, darlin.” you nodded in agreement, understanding him.

the scene began, and you two started off with the casual and cheesy “raise my grades” scenario. james grabbed you by the hips and started to kiss you, trailing down your neck kissing and sucking. you lightly moaned and whimpered at the sensation of his teeth against the skin of your neck. he suckled until he left hickies all over. the camera man moved to an angle so he could capture the both of you.

james shoved you on the desk and slowly removed your panties with his teeth while on his knees. you bit your lip, staring down at the silver fox. you wanted nothing more than him to ravage you. ravage you on camera for the whole world to see. standing back up, he smacked you across your face,

“you’ve always wanted this huh? you’re a little slut, always dressin’ like this for your teacher to see. what a gross girl you are.”

he grabbed you by your face and told you to open wide, spitting in your mouth. he picked you up, putting you ontop his face whilst standing, eating you out. so thats how he stayed so buff at such an age.

tongue exploring your folds and your hard clit, you threw your head back in pleasure. legs already shaking from how sensitive you were, now you knew the rumors were true. this man ate you out like he was starved. the flicks of his tongue made you whimper.

animalistic growls emerging from the back of his throat, he swirled his tongue around your clit. you felt the knot begin to form in your lower half and with that, released all over his face. you began to squirt. it got all in his mouth but he didn’t care. he lapped it up like a dog. he was thirsty for you, like he needed you his entire life.

he lifted you from his face, slamming you back down on the desk as he roughly put fingers to your clit, rubbing quickly, overstimulating you. your eyes widened and quickly rolled back, never feeling a sensation like this before. he was so rough but knew how to make it feel good. he gave your cunt a slap, sending a jolt through your body. you whimpered, earning a chuckle from him.

“get on your knees…”

he groaned as he stroked his cock slowly. you abided, getting on your knees looking up at him with longing.

“open that pretty mouth..”

he chuckled as you did so, slowly pushing himself into your mouth

. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty face” he grunted, make this makeup run..”

you gagged in response, putting a hand to your pussy fingering yourself as he began to thrust into your mouth. he grabbed your head, holding it, thrusting in your mouth sloppily. the groans that came out of him were loud and deep. “rub that pussy for me, darlin” he thrusted a few more times before pulling out. he didn’t want to cum in your mouth—it had to be inside of you.

you got up off of your knees, getting shoved against the desk once again. he bent down to your height, whispering in your ear, “you want me to wreck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he slowly rubbed at the spot he earlier hit, teasing your folds with his fingertips. you quickly nodded, whimpering a small “yes.”

he roughly spread your legs, his calloused hands rubbing and running against your thighs sending a shiver down your spine. his hot breath hitching against your neck as he kissed down to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, slapping it on your clit a few times.

you whimpered slightly earning a chuckle out of him. he slowly pushed himself into you. the adjusting to his size caused you to gasp, biting on your lip as you looked up to him with tears forming in your eyes. your makeup was already messed up from him fucking your face. once you confirmed with a smile that you adjusted to him, he wrapped a calloused hand around your throat and began squeezing as he pounded into your cunt.

you could barely breathe from the feeling of ecstasy at this point. you needed more of him. you looked up at him with teary eyes, begging him to go harder. he smirked down at you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he quickened his pace.

he was balls deep inside of you at this point and you enjoyed every minute of it. you could not wrap your head around how good it felt—he was the most skillful, experienced man you had ever been with. you hoped to have scenes with him in the future. no one has ever made you feel this good.

your thoughts were interrupted by a slap across the face which made you giggle. you were practically a braindead slut at this point, the only thing being on your mind—his cock. his breathing got heavier and more intense.

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy…you want this old man to cum inside you baby?”

he chuckled as you whimpered in response and nodding your head. his thrusts got sloppy as he tightened his grip on your throat again. your eyes filled with tears once again. he bent down to your ear, whispering into it,

“you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever fucked…papa’s gonna fill you up nice and full”

your cheeks flushed pink, eyes rolling back just from his words. what he said made your cunt twitch and you loved every minute of it. you wanted nothing more than to see what it was like for him to cum inside of you. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he spilled inside of you. his cum felt warm, and this moment felt so right. cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he placed a kiss on your lips.

the cameras cut. james held you for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings to you before you got yourselves washed up and showered. he stopped you on your way to your dressing room

“hope i wasnt too rough back there, you did damn good for your first time… never came that much before” he chuckled.

his words once again flustered you, “oh really?”

he nodded in response, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “i meant what i said to you by the way..you really are the prettiest woman i ever fucked..”

“and you’re the most handsome man i ever fucked..” you both chuckled, just staring in eachothers eyes for a moment.

there was so much tension between the two of you. that was something you couldn’t ignore.

you two kissed then and there. he held you close, wrapping arms around you. that moment could last forever. he was such a gentle person outside of sex and you only hoped to have him to yourself.

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