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stardusted26 · 11 months ago

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In Love with the Tats

(This has been in my drafts for a long time)

Warning: Lots of smut

summary: Henry comes home still wearing fake tattoos from his latest movie.

Henry Cavill is a kind and loving man. He is the real-life Superman. And he’s British so he’s automatically very polite and nice to everyone. He looks like an actual bear with all those muscles but he’s really just a giant teddy bear who requires cuddles to function. He usually plays good guys in the movies cause it's who he is.

Which is why the world lost its mind when Mission Impossible: Fallout came out. Henry “king of nerds” Cavill was a bad guy. Seeing him betray, hurt, and kill was out of pocket and extremely hot. And you were not expecting it. When you started dating you told him not to give you any spoilers from his movies. You wanted to get the whole experience when you saw it at the premiere. Sometimes it backfired like in Dawn of Justice when Superman died, and you were caught off guard but he brought you tissues cause he knew you needed them. And when you got married that promise was in your vows. Maybe cause you told him you would divorce him if he spoiled anything for you.

So when you watched your husband who can’t hurt a fly try and destroy the world and kill millions, you got turned on. Seeing a darker side of him was very attractive. And every girl can tell you how villains are a lot more attractive than heroes. So when you got home from the premiere you jumped his bones. And for the next 24 hours, you two rarely left the bed for longer than 5 minutes. The phrase fucking like rabbits could have legally changed to fucking like Cavill’s.

After that when he would look over scripts his agent sent him, you would help him and pick out the role you liked (spoiler if he played the bad guy you liked it). He auditioned for the roles you liked cause he could never say no to you and you would never steer him wrong. And he got the role. You did your civic duty to the world and Henry Cavill was going to be a bad guy again on the silver screen.

And now while he’s filming you spend all day with your favorite Cavill, Kal. You had gotten a text from your husband saying filming was running late and he wouldn’t be home in time for dinner which didn’t bother you at all. You made a simple pasta dinner and left it on the table cause you didn’t want to eat without him. Usually, when he runs late he gets home around 10 or 11 instead of 6 and you had a big lunch with friends so you didn’t mind waiting. While you waited for him to come home you and Kal sat on the couch watching The Office (American edition). It was the episode with Asian Jim so you were dying laughing over Dwight's reaction. Suddenly the front door opened and you felt a kiss on the top of your head, cause you were too busy to look over at who walked in the house. Though you knew it was Henry.

“I could have been a robber,” he lightly scorned seeing as the front door was unlocked.

“Well then the robber could finish the episode with me and then take our things,” you teased still not looking at him.

“You are a pain, love,” he said taking off his jacket and locking the front door.

Kal, your nice warm cuddle buddy, jumped off the couch and ran to Henry excited that he was home. You turned to scorn your husband for causing your furnace to leave when you took in his appearance.

“What is that,” you asked him noticing how he was covered in tattoos. Like COVERED. His neck, both arms and his knuckles had ink.

“I didn’t want to keep the makeup artist there any longer and I told them to leave them til tomorrow,” he explained rubbing behind Kal’s ear.

When he was met with silence he looked over at you and noticed you were staring. He immediately thought you were turned off.

“I’ll try to get us to wrap earlier tomorrow so they have time to take it off,” he says grabbing Kal’s leash to take him on a walk.

“You don’t have to,” you said staring at the tattoo on his neck and biting your lip.

It suddenly clicked in his mind that you were very much turned on. He smirked at your reaction and bent over to whisper in your ear.

“I'm going to walk Kal and when I get back I'll show you the rest of them.”

“There’s more,” you gasped finally bringing yourself to look him in the eye.

He simply replied with a nod and walked back out of the house to walk the dog. Henry might have been gone for only 10 minutes but seeing how you were suddenly very hot and bothered it felt like hours. You were too antsy to move from your spot on the couch and could not for the life of you pay attention to the antics of Jim and Dwight. When Henry finally came back, he sent Kal to lie down in his bed in the living room and threw you over his shoulders to bring you to the bedroom.

“You are not helping my situation,” you cried out as he threw you on the bed.

“I'm not in a helping mood,” he replied taking off his shirt.

His chest was covered in tattoos and scars. There was no bare centimeter of skin. You got on your knees and slowly ran your hand over the art. When you reached his navel he turned around and showed you the back. There was a cross with a rose intertwined with it and blood dripping from the stem. You turned him back around and placed one hand over the skill on his chest and your other hand covered the flames on his neck and brought him down to you for a very firm kiss. His hands went to your waist and he laid you down hovering over you. As soon as you got your legs out from under you they went around his waist to bring him closer to you. The kiss got very heated and sloppy. His lips left yours and traveled to your neck. Your hands alternated between gripping his hair and scratching his back.

He pulled himself from you and removed the shirt you were wearing leaving your chest bare. He kissed your nose then your lips then your neck and kept traveling til he was right above your shorts. You whined as he slowly took off your shorts and peppered your hips with kisses. When he finally took your shorts off he kissed the inside of your ankle and slowly went up til his nose brushed against your very wet cunt.

“Hen, please,” you cried as he just kept kissing your inner thigh and letting his mouth hover so close but so far from when you needed him.

“Where do you need me,” he asked bringing his face back up to yours and staring into your eyes. “Here,” he asked placing a kiss on your neck. You shook your head no. “here,” he asked kissing between your breasts.

“No,” you cried wiggling beneath him.

His hands gripped your hips causing your movements to cease and his lips brushed over your right nipple. “Here?” You again shook your head no. and he did the same to your left nipple. He asked the same question and got the same answer. He continued to kiss down your body, your stomach, hips, knee, and ankle but still wouldn’t touch you where you needed him.

“If you don’t hurry up or I’m going to do it myself,” you cried out.

“No, you’re not. You are mine, your kisses are mine. Your tears are mine. Your whimpers, moans, and pleas are mine. And for damn sure your orgasms are mine. No one, no toy, not even these beautiful fingers can bring you the pleasure I can,” he said kissing the tip of all ten of your fingers. “They can’t fill you or stretch you the way I can. You will forever be unsatisfied, empty, and cold without my fingers, mouth, and cock to fill you and keep you warm.”

His mouth finally hovered over where you needed him. He could see and smell how turned on you were but still hesitated to do anything about it. “Say it. Say no one can fuck you like I can. Tell me you are mine,” he said staring at you.

You wiggled and cried and gasped at the feeling of his hot breath on your cunt. You tried to close your leg to get a little morsel of relief but his hands gripped your thighs and forced them open.

“Say it,” he said again this time deliberately blowing directly on your clit.

“Fuck. I’m yours only yours. No one can ever fuck me as good as you do,” you cried trying to close your legs again but not moving them an inch. “Please Hen I can’t take it.”

“Good girl. I’ve got you just relax,” he said before attaching his mouth to your aching cunt and eating you out like a starved man.

His tongue traveled from your clit to your vagina and back again. He started sucking on your clit but his eyes never left your face. He watched as your eyes closed and face contorted with pleasure. Your hands gripped his hair and you were either trying to pull him away or pushing him in more you didn’t know but a groan left his throat causing you to fall over the edge and cum in his mouth.

He lapped up the juices and sat back and just admired the mess between your legs. He used his fingers to spread you open so he could get a closer look. He spits in your very exposed cunt and then goes back to eating you like you were a whole meal at a 5-star restaurant. You cried and screamed his name when his teeth gently grazed over your clit. Before you could even come down from your first orgasm the second one hit like a ton of bricks. Your hips lifted off the bed and you screamed his name but he still wasn’t done. When your legs stopped shaking he finally removed his mouth and bruised your lips with a kiss. You let out a moan when you tasted yourself on his lips.

You opened your eyes and noticed his were filled with a lustful/predatory look. He gently pressed kisses on your nose and lips causing you to laugh. His hand traveled from your neck to your left breast then down til his fingers stopped between your legs.

“I'm not done with you princess, that was just my mouth. We still have my fingers,” he said pressing two into you without warning causing you to gasp. “And my cock,” he said placing a small kiss on your neck.

“Fuck Hen,” you cried turning your head away from him.

“On no princess, I said those are mine. You are going to look in my eyes as you come undone on just my fingers,” he said turning your head towards him.

You couldn’t say a word so you just nodded as your response. He thrust his finger in and out of you so slowly that it was almost painful. “Faster please,” you whined running your hands through his hair and bringing his lips against you.

“Too impatient, you that much of a whore you can’t wait to drench my finger,” he asked picking up his speed.

“Oh yes,” you said both at the new pace and his words.

“Yes, what,” he asked pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to his lips. “Fuck you taste exquisite.”

You whined at the now empty feeling seeing as you were so close to cumming again. “Yes, I'm your whore please.”

Satisfied with your answer he plunged his fingers into your agains and was fucking you with such a brutal pace that tears fell from your eyes. “That’s my good girl. You're doing so well for me. You're taking my fingers so well, should we add another,” he asked rubbing your clit with his fingers.

“Yes, Daddy please.”

He inserted another finger and stretched you out. Henry stroked your face when he saw you wince in pain.

“It's okay baby, Your pussy was made for me. I can feel you gripping my fingers. Do you wanna cum,” he asked kissing your ear.

“Please,” you whined.

“Let go, Daddy’s got you,” he whispered. “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

The knot in your stomach broke and a wave of ecstasy filled every atom of your body. His finger still fucked you through through your intense orgasm. When you came down he once again removed his fingers. He brought them to your lips and gave them a little tap.

“Clean my fingers, taste how sweet you taste,” he said looking at you.

You sucked your cum off his fingers like there was no tomorrow while your eyes never left his. Once you were done he removed his fingers from your mouth and got off the bed to remove his jeans. Out of instinct, you got on your knees in front of him. He unbuckled his pants and pulled both his jeans and boxers down. You were about to take him in your mouth when you noticed more tattoos on his hips and all over his legs.

Your fingers traced the dragon that covered his entire right leg. From his ankle to his hip. On his left thigh was a wolf’s head with trees around it like it was a forest. Henry let out a growl seeing as were were quite literally leaving him hanging.

“It's not fun is it,” you retorted letting him think your were punished him for leaving you high and dry earlier.

“Either you take my cock in your mouth now or I shove it down your throat and fuck you so hard you can’t speak,” he threatened gripping your throat and forcing you to look up.

You pressed your legs at the thought of him fucking your mouth with such force. He noticed you squirm and he laughed. “You want that, don’t you. You want to wake up tomorrow with a sore throat and remember how I used you for the slut you are.”

You nodded your head and his hands gripped your head and he just stared into your eyes. “Then open up,” he said before he shoved his dick down your throat causing you to gag. Once the shock was over you tried to suck the soul out of him.

“Fuck,” he moaned as your nails dug into his thighs.

He kept fucking your mouth and made sure that every inch was in. He brought your face to the base of his cock then pulled out completely to give you a breath. His thump traced your lips and pushed the drool from your chin back into your mouth. “My beautiful wife.” Your mouth fell open waiting for him to shove his cock back down your throat. Henry let out a laugh before giving you what you wanted. The pace he was going was brutal but beautiful at the same time.

You watched as his face scrunched in pleasure at the feeling of your mouth. The sound of his balls slapping your chin filled your ears making your legs squeeze together. Henry’s hands cradled your face as he forced his cock as far down your throat as he could reach and he just held you there. When your tongue ran over the vein on the underside of him he quickly pulled himself out.

“If I’m going to cum anywhere,” he said pulling you to him, “it’s going to be in this pussy.”

Henry’s hand stroked you clit one more time before he gently pushed you down on the bed. You tried to scoot up to the pillows but, Henry grabbed your ankles and dragged you back down til your ass was almost off the bed. He brushed your hair out of your face and places a kiss on your nose before plunging deep into your aching cunt.

“Fuck,” you yelled dragging your nails down his back.

Henry pounded into you at an alarming pace causing you to slowly move up the bed. “I'm gonna,” you yelled before his lips attacked yours. The orgasm ripped through your body. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and your bones felt like mush. But Henry didn’t stop. His pace was speeding up like he was chasing his own pleasure.

“I can’t,” you cried moving your head side to side.

“Yes, you can baby. Just one more,” he said kissing your shoulder. “I'm almost there, you’re doing such a good job.”

Your head is still shaking from the overstimulation. His hands went from your waist to your painfully throbbing clit. “Please,” you cried when he roughly pinched it. He ignored your cries and just focused on your clit. You tried moving away but his other hand moved to your throat. “I know baby. But I know you have one more. Please I need you,” he pleaded as his strokes slowed down. You slowly nodded your head and he forcefully kissed you again. He removed his hand from your throat and went back to your thigh. Henry gave you a little squeeze before moving your legs over his shoulders.

At this angle, you could swear you felt more of him. He slammed into you over and over again. “Cum with me baby,” he said bending you practically if half so he could kiss you. His movements stopped and his head fell to your shoulder as he came. “Fuck,” he yelled once he emptied his entire load. He stayed in you for a minute to catch his breath.

“I love you,” he said whipping the sweat off your brow.

You winced when he slowly removed himself. “I love you too,” you said when he walked into the bathroom to get a washcloth. When he ran the warm cloth over your abused cunt you flenched in pain. “Fuck, did I hurt you,” he asked kissing your knee. You shook your head and pulled him up to you. “Just very sore. Can you just hold me,” you asked.

He rolled off you and laid on his back with his arm extended waiting for you to move at your own pace. While your head rested on his chest, he rubbed small circles on your lower back.

“So you want me to keep these tomorrow too,” he asked mumbling into your hair. You let out a laugh and slapped his stomach. “God no, I can’t survive another night like this tomorrow,” you said moving to look up at him. “But definitely next week,” you said with a smile.

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stardusted26 · 11 months ago

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holy. Mother. Fuck. 🫠🫠🫠🫠 yes. please!!!!

Secretary 🎀

pairing: andy barber x secretary!reader

summary: mr. barber does not like it when you make typos on his letters or when you forget that he doesn’t like sugar in his coffee. he even hates it when you’re one minute late. he’s let it slide once, twice and three times. but the fourth? he had to do something to make sure you never made a typo again.

warnings: spanking, spanking, spanking!!!!!!! mentions of soaked panties, dom!andy.

w.c: 1.1k

a.n: i just rewatched the movie ‘secretary’ — one of my favourite movies ever — and i *had* to write this. lowkey wish i was reader rn… also, let me know if you want a part 2!!! (will contain a looooot of smut)

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today wasn't so much of a bad day. the weather was nice and it wasn't so busy at the law firm, so you were hoping your boss, mr. barber, would let you off early so you could go hang with a friend at the beach before sundown.

your fingers worked so fast on the typewriter, the only thing clouding your mind was getting out for some sun. you typed so fast that you didn't even realise you made countless errors, but you didn't care, hoping andy wouldn't notice.

once you were done, you pulled the page out of the typewriter before standing up and walking to your boss' office. you knocked once on his door before letting yourself in, page and envelope in hand. "this is for the graham's family, mr. barber." you whispered after realising he's on a call.

he nodded, tapping on his desk without looking at you, motioning for you to leave the page at his desk. his eyes skimmed your letter as he spoke on the phone. you stood in front of his desk, hands clasped in front of you as you waited for his approval.

suddenly, he raised a brow, unfortunately noticing your rushed typos. "i'm gonna have to call you back." your boss said before hanging up the phone. his jaw clenched as he grabbed a red marker, circling five typos before sliding the page back to you, finally meeting your eyes.

"go back and write it for me again." he spoke, his voice firm and tense before returning back to his own work.

your eyes widened, "w-wha-"

"now." he grumbled. you didn't need to be told twice, grabbing the page and heading back out to your desk.

about 10 minutes later, you returned back to his office with a new page. you made sure to double check every spelling and that the grammar was correct. you found him standing by his window, smoking a cigarette. his eyes landed to you as you closed the door behind you.

"i presume you have it done right this time, yes?" he asked as you handed him your paper after he ashed out his cigarette.

"yes." you nodded, swallowing down your nerves.

he took your letter, reading it straight away. as he scanned the page, his eyes would flicker to you before back at the page, your heart rate picking up.

after a few moments, he looked back at you, handing you the letter before walking behind you.

"put the letter on my desk," he ordered and you obeyed immediately, your heart rate picking up. "i want you to bend over the desk so you're looking directly at it."

you almost choked, your eyes flickering towards the letter.

"get your face very close to the letter and read it out loud." he made sure he pronounced every word very gently but also extremely intimidatingly.

"i... i don't understand..." you looked over your shoulder at him, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you, his expression serious.

"there's nothing to understand." he let out hum, "put your elbows on the desk... bend over..."

you slowly complied, doing exactly as he said.

"get your face close to the letter and read it out loud."

heat was rising up to your cheeks as you realised how terrifying yet arousing this was. you bent over the desk, your eyes scanning the letter as you winced, realising how many errors there still were.

"dear mr. graham..." you read the letter, your voice a little shaky but you took a deep breath, calming yourself down. "i'm grateful to you for referring—"

smack.

you gasped as your ass stung in an unfamiliar way. he had just spanked you – hard – after you read your mistake.

"continue." he spoke, his tone firm with a grumble. he folded his arms, running one hand down his beard as he waited for you to keep reading. "i said... read."

"—referring me to your case. the subject of animal captivity—"

smack.

you now realised you were in deep shit. biting back a moan as you caught onto what he's doing now. spanking you after every mistake you made.

you took in a deep, shaky breath, "—has been of interest to me for quite a while and my secretary has prepared—"

smack.

you had actually let out a moan this time, your ass stinging under your pencil skirt. "...research material—"

smack.

"mmmh—that i think you will f-find illuminating—"

smack.

"if you would be so kind—"

smack.

there wasn't even a typo in that sentence, he started finding the pleasure in spanking you and hearing those little squeaks and moans of yours.

"as to send me the letter of which we spoke—"

smack.

"nghh—my associates and i will review it immediately. p-please feel free to call me at your earliest convenience. yours sincerely, andy—"

smack.

"b-barber—"

smack.

he let out a sigh, clenching his jaw as you remained on the desk, "do you understand why i'm so frustrated?"

you shook your head, desperately needing a soothing rub on your skin. he suddenly pulled up your skirt, exposing the lace of your stockings and your thong, earning a surprised gasp from you. "use your words."

"n-no, mr. barber. i don't know why."

he hummed, cupping the back of your upper thigh, resting right under the curve of your ass. "you were 1 minute late to work the past four days. you've been making countless spelling mistakes—you think i haven't noticed? i turned a blind eye, since you're new. but now?" he gripped the bottom of your ass as you let out a broken moan, "i can't let it slide anymore."

he gave you another slap on your ass, reddening it even more before his finger hooked around the top of your stocking, tracing the lace. "i can't tolerate any of this behaviour anymore. do you understand me?"

you nodded, squeezing your eyes shut even though he can't see your face. "yes, mr. barber."

"what are you not gonna do anymore?" he gripped your ass.

"i won't come to work a minute late anymore. a-and i'll stop making typing errors." you whimpered, your elbows hurting on the desk.

as he was about to pull your skirt back down around your thighs, he noticed the dampness of your panties and your cheeks immediately turned red.

he inhaled sharply, spreading your ass and taking a good look. "you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

you whimpered, clenching your thighs for even the slightest bit of friction.

"no." he growled, parting your legs with a touch of his foot, refusing for you to get some relief.

"p-please, i'm sorry. i'll do better." you whimpered, arching your back.

he gripped your hip with one hand, the other hooking your skirt around your waist. "oh, i'll make sure of it. read that fucking letter again."

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