A/N: i struggled to make that summary sound non-sexual...i didn't choose a name but i did make it a babygirl! it's short. gif by gregory-peck. inspo
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MASTERLIST
It was peacefully quiet enough for you to rest. Even in your sleep, you could hear the beeping of heart monitors outside the room and the bustling of doctors and nurses outside in the halls of the hospital. Even better, you could hear her husband murmuring to your baby.
"Hi, sweet girl," Andrew whispered, rubbing his thumb over his daughter's cheek. Her skin was so soft and plush compared to his calloused fingers that were the size of her head. "Look at how perfect you are."
In his arms, he cradled someone he'd been waiting nine months to meet. "Gave your mum such a hard time, but she'd say it was worth it," he chuckled, his smile reaching the corner of his eyes. Andrew gently bounces her against his chest. "Anything for you, sweetpea."
There was something resonating inside of Andrew. He felt a warmth growing in his core, a sensation of home. "I feel like I've been so lost, you know?" His eyes were attached to her closed ones. "When I heard you were coming, I felt so scared."
He strolled over to the window, pulling back one of the curtains so a slight ray of sun flowed into the room. "That's the whole world out there," he whispered, noticing her eyes were just barely peaking open. “It’s my job to protect you. I’ve gotta make sure you never hurt.”
Finally, her eyes opened. They were just as brown as his, perfectly matching her dad. Andrew let out a stifled cry when she could finally piece out who she was looking at, shuffling slightly around inside her wrapped blanket. “Hi, darling.”
There was a knock on the door as it slowly creaked open. A nurse with curly, brown hair tip-toed into the room, careful not to wake your sleeping. She held a small bottle filled with ivory milk. “Hi,” she whispered, cooing at the bundle in Andrew’s arms. “I figured she might be a little hungry, and we don’t want to wake mom up.”
Andrew’s heart fluttered at you being called a mother. You and him were finally parents, and you were parents to the most beautiful girl in the world. “Of course,” he stayed quiet, taking your baby over to the nurse.
“Would you like to feed her?” The nurse offered, noticing how Andrew didn’t take his eyes off of the baby. Not once.
Instead, he slowly smiled and nodded. “Yes, please,” he murmured so quietly, scared that his voice would crack. The nurse handed him the bottle that was too small for his hands. Andrew sat down on the small, uncomfy couch he’d slept on during the night, only this time, he sat with his daughter.
“Just so gently, against her lips.” He nudged the tip of the bottle against her small mouth, watching as she began to lightly suckle. Andrew’s chest caved in as the nurse was called to another room and he was alone with his little girl again.
He started to quietly hum to himself, tilting the bottle until it was empty and there was nothing more for her to drink. “I love you so much,” he whispered, setting the bottle down and caressed the small wisps of hair on her head.
His heart was immensely swelling with every passing second. Andrew could swear that in that moment, it was just him and her. You were there, of course—the mother of his baby would always be in his mind—but it was just him and the bundle in his arms.
“I can’t wait to teach you everything. You’re gonna learn…” he chuckled to himself, realizing that she couldn’t understand anything he was saying. “Never mind. But we can do whatever you want. I’ll take you to ride a bike a-and we can go the aquariums and zoos. We have a tiny puppy at home waiting for you, you’ll love him.”
Her mouth gently curled into a small form of a smile. She yawned and curled into his arm. “Over there,” he pointed to you sleeping on the bed. “That’s your mum. She loves you so much, worked so hard for you. Treat her well, okay?”
Andrew pulled her up so her forehead brushed against his lips, leaving a small kiss against her. Her eyes began to close again. “Go to sleep,” he shushed her, cradling her hand with delicate, shaking hands. “I love you, sweetpea.”
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It's hard to not feel out of place here, the corset in the last minute dress you bought cutting you off from taking a deep breath. It was jarring being in a room of such notable names and faces. Some of them being people you've looked up to for years. It was exciting and terrifying all at once and at this moment you needed a drink.
You never would've expected your first big Hollywood role to land you a ticket to the Oscars and you definitely didn't expect to also attend the after party with such big names. You hadn't necessarily won any awards tonight, merely a side character in a flick you had been lucky enough to be in. Yet your name now would always be attached to some of the awards the film did win and that made your skin tingle.
It's the very reason you can't help the smile that floats to your face as you wait beside the bar, in hopes of any kind of liquor to calm your nerves. The world is a blur around you, the chatter drowned out by the music playing, and your mind wandering to the happiness you felt at this very moment, oblivious to anything else.
“What can I get ya?” the bartender appears, breaking you from your trance. Smiling, you subconsciously lean forward to tell him your order softly. “Cosmopolitan-”
“And a Manhattan, put it on my tab,” a voice appeared beside you, an empty glass being set on the bar, and before you could protest the bartender had nodded and walked off to retrieve your drinks.
“You didn't have to do that,” you start, looking up to find brown eyes behind a set of glasses that had to have been made to be specifically worn by him. Andrew Garfield in all his glory stood before you. His stylist had done everyone a favor by dressing him in the chocolate brown suit hand picked to match his hair and eyes perfectly.
“I don't mind, it's not often I see a fresh face around here so I’m happy to do it,” he tells you and you gulp, a nervous hand reaching to grab a strand of your hair and twirl it around your finger.
“I’m-” you start to introduce yourself but he holds a hand up, cutting you off.
“I know who you are, I saw when you went up with your castmates to accept the award tonight. You were the only person on that stage that looked like it was the best thing to ever happen to you and they didn't even let you touch the damn thing,” he says and an embarrassed blush covers your cheeks.
“It was just surreal, something of my dreams. I’m not quite sure any of this is real yet,” you admit and Andrew smiles, seeing that spark every good young actor has in you. He had no doubts that pretty soon you'd be up there accepting an award meant only for yourself.
Before he could say anything, your drinks appeared in front of you, hands reaching out to take a sip in order to calm your nerves. Talking to someone such as Andrew was surreal enough. He continues to watch as he reaches for his own glass and with the newfound liquid courage you take control of the conversation.
“I saw you up there tonight too with Goldie Hawn, what's she like?” you whisper the last part, not wanting to sound like some insane fangirl, but it was the Goldie Hawn.
“Shes great, one of the sweetest ladies I've ever met,” he says and it's then you're reminded of the many other famous names and faces Andrew had worked with over the years, desperate to quiz him on every single one, and yet you keep yourself together.
“You’ve met so many cool people, I definitely do not belong here,” you mutter to him, not even considering the fact he was lumped into that group. He was Andrew Garflied for God sakes.
“You do belong, you just never really get used to it. Trust me,” he says, sipping from his own drink and there is something about those words that comforts you. You weren't sure what your next project would be, what side of the earth you'd end up on for the next five months, but the unknown future was thrilling.
“I don't know, you looked pretty natural up there,” you tell him and he chuckles like what you just said was a funny joke.
“It's my job to act natural, inside it was quite nerve wracking. Report back to me when you're announcing an award next,” he says and you giggle much harder than you probably should. You can't help the fact he's extremely charming and as good looking as he is. Plus out of everyone here for some reason he wanted to talk to you.
“Will do, maybe we’ll get lucky and announce together,” you say and he smiles, eyes shining directly at you. The look on his face almost makes your heart stop.
“Now that would be the dream,” he says and for a second a flash of shock crosses his face, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it outloud. The words make you blush but also the idea of being paired up with him in any way sounded like the ideal situation.
“I look forward to it, but I shouldn't keep you. I’m sure there are many people here who want to catch up with you,” you tell him, reaching for your drink again and trying to hide the sadness you feel at the idea of him leaving you behind. He had been in the industry much longer than you had, meaning there were more familiar faces for him than there were for you.
“If you don't mind I'd much prefer to spend the evening with you, in fact it's all I've been thinking about since I saw you earlier,” he admits and if you weren't red before then you definitely were now.
“I don't mind at all,” you sheepishly admit and he grins, lifting his drink from the bar before standing and offering his free hand to you. You look at it confused, eyes darting between his hand and his face, asking the question before it even leaves your mouth.
“What do you say, want me to introduce you to Goldie?” he asks and your eyes widen, the ice in your glass clinking against the sides as you begin to buzz with excitement.
“Absolutley!” You grin, sliding your hand into his own as you stand and both of you freeze, neither of you missing the way the world slowed as soon as you touched. Your heart doubled over in your chest and the man smiled softly at you.
“Let’s do it!” and just like that he’s guiding you in the direction of big stars who mingle over shared drinks and for the first time all night you felt like you had belonged. He made you feel like you belonged and a part of you knew this was just the beginning.
andrew garfield smut where he fucks y/n in the bathroom of an award show bc she’s been bratty all night (y/n isn’t a celeb !)
WHEW! i've been waiting for some andrew smut this is perfect! thank you, anon! i'm a whore for andrew calling me 'love' :) this is the only gif i could find of him at an award show, not mine!!
award - a.g.
SUMMARY: you love to tease until he puts you at a loss for words.
WARNINGS: smut; vaginal penetration, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), slight degrading, slight dom/sub vibes, creampie, hair-pulling, sugar daddy!vibes, choking, creampie 18+ MINORS DNI
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MASTERLIST
"What do you think you're doing, darling?" Andrew whispered in your ear with a smile displayed on his face for the flashing cameras. Reporters constantly yelled for their attention, but nothing took his focus off of how you adjusted your dress so your cleavage was more revealed.
You smiled innocently at him, ensuing a collection of "aw's" from the crowd of paparazzi. "What? I can't love on my boyfriend?" You rubbed his arm and planted a kiss on his jaw.
He took you by the hand and led you further down the carpet to other photographers. "You know, love," he smiled, waving to a few fans that stood behind the gates. Andrew pulled you to his side and kissed your cheek. "If I knew you were going to act like a little slut in front of everyone, I would've kept you home in bed all night."
, You nervously licked your lip and crossed your legs to hold pressure against your core. You weren't wearing a single undergarment. Andrew was usually a private person, but when you were teasing him like this in public he snapped. He planted a gentle hand on your ass. "Don't think I don't notice you, pretty girl."
"Don't think I don't notice you, either." You glanced down to his lower abdomen, knowing that you'd see a plethora of photos of it tomorrow.
Andrew's jaw clenched as his smile suddenly disappeared, tightening his grip on you. "Smile for the photos, baby." You leaned your head on his shoulder. He painfully smiled again and began to walk away again to hide his hardening length from the cameras. "Come on," you laughed and slurred. "We're not leaving already, are we?"
He took you away from the cameras and finally into the gala. You noticed that wherever he was going, it was away from the crowd of people and the red carpet and towards the bathroom. "What, you couldn't wait until we got home?" You bit down on your bottom lip and smirked.
You noticed multiple flashes coming from behind you as Andrew covered your frame with his. You stumbled into the bathroom as Andrew locked the door shut. "All your games, angel," he caressed your cheek and pinched your bottom lip between his thumb and finger. "Loss for words?"
Taking his thumb into your mouth, your swirled your tongue around him and sucked like it was his own cock between your lips. "That's my girl," he whispered before pulling his thumb out and wiping your own spit on your cheek. Andrew fisted his hand in your hair and forced you to bend over the counter, the edge of the marble digging into your hips. You seethed at the pain until he pulled your head up so your ear was at his mouth. "Unless you wanna embarrass yourself, I suggest keeping quiet."
You nodded and felt his hand creeping over your waist, holding together the dress you wore. "I bought this, didn't I?" Andrew admired the fabric. He remembered how his wallet hurt after the purchase but he'd spend anything for his girl. "So beautiful," he wouldn't tear it off, not when he'd take you back outside to the award ceremony. Instead, he carefully peeled it off of you so the cold air hit your back and chest. "But I like you more without."
The dress was left in a clump on the floor as Andrew ran his hands over your hips and waist. You heard him fall to his knees on the floor before you suddenly felt a warmth spread between your legs. His tongue glided through your folds, working from your clit to your puckered hole. "Fuck, Andrew!" You whined, trying to hold your head up.
Andrew pinched the back of your thigh, but you only squealed louder. His lips wrapped themselves around your clit, and the added pressure only made your knees buckle. The only thing holding you up was Andrew. He moaned against you and slid his first finger through your hole. His fingertip brushed against the spongy spot inside you when he curled it, adjusting his position so he could fit two.
"I want more," you moaned while biting down on your own hand.
"What was that?" Andrew smiled, his tongue still lapping at your clit. "This isn't enough for you, darling? You still want more?" He added a third finger and could feel you stretching around him, your whines bouncing off the walls of the bathroom. Andrew pulls himself away from you, "I buy you all these pretty dresses. Look at the crystals on your neck," he pulled on the necklace you were standing up against him. "And you still want more."
You looked deeply into his eyes and bit down on your bottom lip. His hand crept around your stomach and between your legs where he pinched your clit with his thumb and finger covered in your slick. "I want more," you nodded with a bratty smile.
Andrew smiled back before pulling your hands behind your back to unbuckle his belt. You struggled to do so without looking as he threw off his jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt. "My perfect girl," he moaned when you turned around discarded him of his clothing until you held his length in your palm. You could barely even wrap your fingers around him to touch. "Use your mouth, darling."
You slipped down onto your knees and tightly parted your lips, taking his cock in between them. As you licked the underside of his shaft, gently sucking with Andrew's tip hitting the back of your throat, it burned your eyes to look up at him through heavy eyelids. His thumb caressed your bottom lip as his hips pushed forward only the slightest bit, causing tears to pool and fall down your cheeks.
"Don't worry, angel, I've got you," Andrew cooed as he lifted you up and set you back on the counter with your stomach and hips digging back into the marble again. "You think they'll hear you, baby?" He smirked while sliding himself through your folds, gathering your slick all together and prodding against your opening. "Not that it matters anyway. Let them know you're mine, right?"
He slipped himself inside, just so slowly that you could feel every vein and groove on his length. Andrew could feel you stretching over him, your walls like warm velvet that was so deliciously inviting. He was plunging deeper and deeper into the water until he found solace in the depths of you, his tip bruising your cervix.
"Oh," you curled your lips, eyes gazing into his. Not once did he look away as his pace started to quicken until the sounds of you two were echoing throughout the locked bathroom. You could only imagine the looks of people outside. "Andrew-" Your moan was cut off with his hand wrapping itself around your neck and squeezing.
"I don't wanna hear it," his eyes turned dark. "Good girls don't tease, 'specially not in public. Right, darling?" You nodded with tears flowing from the corners of your eyes. "So are you a good girl?" With his cock repeatedly drilling into you, his hand blocking any oxygen to your lungs, and his other hand firmly digging into the skin of your hip, it was all becoming too overwhelming. You shook your head. "Don't you want to be my good girl?" He cooed.
You nodded as your legs began to shake and the only thing holding you up with the pressure of Andrew against you. "Can I cum, please?" You struggled to say. It came out as a muted whimper.
"Already, princess?" He teased, suddenly slowing his thrusts to an agonizing pace. When he was barely sheathed inside you, not even an inch surrounded by you, he'd slowly force himself back inside until you were stretched by his girth, over and over and over again. "If you want to be my good girl, don't you think you should cum with me?"
Your eyes squeezed shut as you whined, soon to feel a pinch on your thigh. "Shut it," Andrew snapped, his hips starting to move faster again. "I don't wanna hear a single sound from you," with his hand moving from your neck to your mouth, and the other one twisting around your waist down to your clit, you could tell he was getting close. His movements were more staggered and his lips parted open.
Unable to make any sound, your arms started to violently shake and your legs were pulsing against the counter. Your orgasm was an overwhelming hot bliss, like you were resting on an open oven. It came in waves, your warmth surrounding Andrew completely.
You were shuddering uncontrollably underneath him, screaming behind Andrew's hand, and heart pounding when you heard his broken moan echo through the bathroom instead of your own.
You felt the white, hot, sticky mess inside you coat both you and your husband, spilling out onto his base and dripping down your thighs. "What a mess," he cooed, swiping his finger through the mixture and rubbing it flat on your tongue. Andrew smiled, "There's my girl." as you swallowed it.
As he pulled away from you, leaving you empty, he went to grab a napkin from the counter and carefully cleaned you up. You were swollen red between your legs and he knew that your limp wouldn't go unnoticed. "So good for me," he kissed a spot on your thigh that he'd pinched.
He clothed himself and gently grabbed the delicate fabric of your dress and pulled it over your body, buttoning the back so you were covered again. "What're you smiling at, beautiful?" He blushed.
You were grinning drunkenly at him, swinging your arms around his neck and pulling him forward for a kiss. "I love you," you murmured against his cheek. For a moment, you completely forgot you were in the bathroom of the Oscars.
"I love you, too, pretty girl," he chuckled and brushed your distressed hair behind your ear. “Come on, sweetheart, we’ve got the rest of the show.” You were snapped back into reality, suddenly remembering the crowd of paparazzi that had been outside when you and Andrew snuck into the bathroom.
