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I've always been a runner in arguments. Like if I get overwhelmed I'll run out of the house mid sentence and just drive. Can you write about me doing that to andrew and being gone for hours. Not answering his calls or nothing. How he would be

Author's Notes: I understand running away in arguments, it's an overwhelming situation! I get my back up a lot, too.. If this was your request, I hope you enjoy it and it was similar to what you had in mind! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment,messages comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Worry and Anxiety, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, otherwise rather fluffy!

Requested? YES! Requests are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

It had been hours since she had run out of the house. Well, 120 minutes to be exact but that was still too long. He didn't know where she was or what she was doing. She would not answer his phone calls or his texts. He had even tried an email, but that was only about ten minutes ago.

If Andrew was being honest with himself, they weren't having a good day to begin with. He had felt stressed with his upcoming schedule while his love had her own worries going on in the back of her mind. Their conflicting moods merged and what would usually be nothing at all, became an all out argument.

What should we have for dinner?

"Just pick something! You're so indecisive, honestly. You drive me up a wall, sometimes." Andrew sighed with frustration, rubbing his forehead while he leaned against the kitchen counter. His incoming emails would not stop and he felt like he couldn't catch his breath. He didn't mean to snap at her, but it just happened. The guilt consumed him immediately.

"Fuck you, Andrew." She whispered with tears in her eyes, turning on her heel and exiting the kitchen.

"No, lovey. I didn't - Don't do this again! Where are you going now?" Andrew called after her while she stormed towards the front door, grabbing the keys to the car. He winced as she slammed the door, tugging his hair with a curse under his breath.

He would have gone after her, but she took his car. So he paced around the house dialing her number over and over again with no success.

-Lovey, call me back. I'm sorry. -Please answer your phone. -Just tell me where you went, okay? M'not angry, I just want to know you're alright. -Lovey, please. I'm starting to get really worried. -Fifth message, Lovey. You didn't even bring your license. Tell me where you are and I'll bring it to you. Take you out to that nice Greek restaurant you like? Please. Call me back. I love you.

Andrew sighed heavily and flopped on the couch, clutching his phone in his hand. It wasn't the longest she had ever been gone, but every time she left it made him so fucking anxious. He didn't know where she went when she did this, but his mind always raced with the worst possible scenarios.

His stomach was empty, he hadn't eaten anything and he didn't want to until she was back at home and sitting at her rightful place in front of him. But he was starting to feel lightheaded and his hands were shaking. Although that could have been the anxiety as well, making it's way into his fingers so he couldn't even type a new message.

He was ready to reach out to some friends, see if she had made her way to anyone's home or a frequent hangout. He was extending his hands, his options, because he was starting to feel frantic. She was usually home by now, a sob in her chest and an apology at the ready. Sorry she had worried him, sorry she had scared him and run off like that.

But it was never necessary, because he was just as sorry. He would always take her in his arms, kiss her forehead and shush her. Lift her up and carry her to their bedroom, then make love to her all night long, kissing away her tears. Maybe that's why this kept happening, they never actually talked about anything. He just kept letting her run instead of standing in front of the door like a barricade.

Andrew had finally hit his limit. His stomach was empty but his head was full of countless, worst case scenarios. He grabbed a hat from the hat rack, a granola bar from the cupboards and decided he would just walk around until he found her. He'd walk around the entire city if he had to. He stuck the granola bar in his mouth and as he opened the door, one foot over the threshold, he stopped.

"Jesus Christ, lovey. Where have you been?" Andrew exhaled, his snack falling from between his teeth and to the floor as he came face to face with is girlfriend for the first time in hours.

He didn't give her a moment to respond, he crossed the threshold of the doorway and took her in his arms and squeezed her so tightly he heard the breath escape her lungs. He kissed the side of her face, inhaling her familiar, comforting scent while he held her close.

"You scared me so much. You didn't answer your phone, or emails. Nothing." Andrew mumbled as he held her face in his hands and kissed between her eyebrows, down the length of her nose to her lips.

"I'm sorry. It hurt my feelings when you said I annoyed you. But I went to the grocery store. Got us some things." She whispered against his lips, her fingertips curled into his sides.

"Of course you annoy me, I'm yours to annoy. But I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings, snapped at you like that. It wasn't nice and I was putting my frustrations on you. It wasn't right. Please, just don't leave like that again. It scares me so much. If you need to walk away from me, next time just call me a bastard and lock me out of the bedroom for a bit. Deal?" Andrew sighed while he kissed all over her face and worked his fingers into her hair.

"Deal. Will you help me with the groceries in the car now? I brought you dinner. Even though you're a bastard." She responded as she dropped her forehead to his lips and tugged at the material of his shirt to bring him closer.

"Alright, alright. Said I was sorry." Andrew scoffed with a playful pat to her backside before he finally released her from his grip, nudging her towards the car parked in the driveway.

Andrew helped her bring the few bags from the store inside. The two of them ending up the same place they always did on nights like this. Back in bed.

Tonight was different, though. Instead of stripping her naked, and kissing her until she couldn't remember why she was angry with him, until she could only say his name in that unbearably sweet, soft whisper, they sat on top of the covers.

"So, tell me in what world a bag of this and a pint of ice cream constitute as dinner?" Andrew smiled as he held up a bag of popcorn, kernels and shells no doubt all over their bed. He looked over at his girlfriend, now visibly content wearing just his t-shirt and spooning the edges of a pint of ice cream.

"The same world where you eat the ice cream, and not complain. C'mon. I know you want it." She smiled, spoon extending to his lips with her eyebrows raised.

"I do. Fine. Let me have it." Andrew sighed playfully, opening his mouth wide for the spoon. He exhaled a laugh through his nostrils, letting her feed him off the spoon knowing it made her happiest to be silly with him. He leaned forward and pressed his cold lips to hers, making her laugh and twist her fingers in his hair.

"M'sorry that I ran away, Andrew. I just get overwhelmed and I don't really know how to express how I'm feeling. It's always been easier to just...leave." She sighed, letting him kiss her lips a few times.

"I know. But I want you to know that you don't have to run away. If you're mad at me, tell me you're mad at me. Lock me out of the bedroom, call me a name if you have to. Just don't leave again, makes my mind race. And my heart hurt." Andrew mumbled against her lips, his fingers working into her hair.

"I'm sorry, baby." She whispered, eyes fluttering shut as his fingertips massaged her scalp.

"I am, too."

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I've always been a runner in arguments. Like if I get overwhelmed I'll run out of the house mid sentence and just drive. Can you write about me doing that to andrew and being gone for hours. Not answering his calls or nothing. How he would be

Author's Notes: I understand running away in arguments, it's an overwhelming situation! I get my back up a lot, too.. If this was your request, I hope you enjoy it and it was similar to what you had in mind! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment,messages comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Worry and Anxiety, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, otherwise rather fluffy!

Requested? YES! Requests are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

It had been hours since she had run out of the house. Well, 120 minutes to be exact but that was still too long. He didn't know where she was or what she was doing. She would not answer his phone calls or his texts. He had even tried an email, but that was only about ten minutes ago.

If Andrew was being honest with himself, they weren't having a good day to begin with. He had felt stressed with his upcoming schedule while his love had her own worries going on in the back of her mind. Their conflicting moods merged and what would usually be nothing at all, became an all out argument.

What should we have for dinner?

"Just pick something! You're so indecisive, honestly. You drive me up a wall, sometimes." Andrew sighed with frustration, rubbing his forehead while he leaned against the kitchen counter. His incoming emails would not stop and he felt like he couldn't catch his breath. He didn't mean to snap at her, but it just happened. The guilt consumed him immediately.

"Fuck you, Andrew." She whispered with tears in her eyes, turning on her heel and exiting the kitchen.

"No, lovey. I didn't - Don't do this again! Where are you going now?" Andrew called after her while she stormed towards the front door, grabbing the keys to the car. He winced as she slammed the door, tugging his hair with a curse under his breath.

He would have gone after her, but she took his car. So he paced around the house dialing her number over and over again with no success.

-Lovey, call me back. I'm sorry. -Please answer your phone. -Just tell me where you went, okay? M'not angry, I just want to know you're alright. -Lovey, please. I'm starting to get really worried. -Fifth message, Lovey. You didn't even bring your license. Tell me where you are and I'll bring it to you. Take you out to that nice Greek restaurant you like? Please. Call me back. I love you.

Andrew sighed heavily and flopped on the couch, clutching his phone in his hand. It wasn't the longest she had ever been gone, but every time she left it made him so fucking anxious. He didn't know where she went when she did this, but his mind always raced with the worst possible scenarios.

His stomach was empty, he hadn't eaten anything and he didn't want to until she was back at home and sitting at her rightful place in front of him. But he was starting to feel lightheaded and his hands were shaking. Although that could have been the anxiety as well, making it's way into his fingers so he couldn't even type a new message.

He was ready to reach out to some friends, see if she had made her way to anyone's home or a frequent hangout. He was extending his hands, his options, because he was starting to feel frantic. She was usually home by now, a sob in her chest and an apology at the ready. Sorry she had worried him, sorry she had scared him and run off like that.

But it was never necessary, because he was just as sorry. He would always take her in his arms, kiss her forehead and shush her. Lift her up and carry her to their bedroom, then make love to her all night long, kissing away her tears. Maybe that's why this kept happening, they never actually talked about anything. He just kept letting her run instead of standing in front of the door like a barricade.

Andrew had finally hit his limit. His stomach was empty but his head was full of countless, worst case scenarios. He grabbed a hat from the hat rack, a granola bar from the cupboards and decided he would just walk around until he found her. He'd walk around the entire city if he had to. He stuck the granola bar in his mouth and as he opened the door, one foot over the threshold, he stopped.

"Jesus Christ, lovey. Where have you been?" Andrew exhaled, his snack falling from between his teeth and to the floor as he came face to face with is girlfriend for the first time in hours.

He didn't give her a moment to respond, he crossed the threshold of the doorway and took her in his arms and squeezed her so tightly he heard the breath escape her lungs. He kissed the side of her face, inhaling her familiar, comforting scent while he held her close.

"You scared me so much. You didn't answer your phone, or emails. Nothing." Andrew mumbled as he held her face in his hands and kissed between her eyebrows, down the length of her nose to her lips.

"I'm sorry. It hurt my feelings when you said I annoyed you. But I went to the grocery store. Got us some things." She whispered against his lips, her fingertips curled into his sides.

"Of course you annoy me, I'm yours to annoy. But I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings, snapped at you like that. It wasn't nice and I was putting my frustrations on you. It wasn't right. Please, just don't leave like that again. It scares me so much. If you need to walk away from me, next time just call me a bastard and lock me out of the bedroom for a bit. Deal?" Andrew sighed while he kissed all over her face and worked his fingers into her hair.

"Deal. Will you help me with the groceries in the car now? I brought you dinner. Even though you're a bastard." She responded as she dropped her forehead to his lips and tugged at the material of his shirt to bring him closer.

"Alright, alright. Said I was sorry." Andrew scoffed with a playful pat to her backside before he finally released her from his grip, nudging her towards the car parked in the driveway.

Andrew helped her bring the few bags from the store inside. The two of them ending up the same place they always did on nights like this. Back in bed.

Tonight was different, though. Instead of stripping her naked, and kissing her until she couldn't remember why she was angry with him, until she could only say his name in that unbearably sweet, soft whisper, they sat on top of the covers.

"So, tell me in what world a bag of this and a pint of ice cream constitute as dinner?" Andrew smiled as he held up a bag of popcorn, kernels and shells no doubt all over their bed. He looked over at his girlfriend, now visibly content wearing just his t-shirt and spooning the edges of a pint of ice cream.

"The same world where you eat the ice cream, and not complain. C'mon. I know you want it." She smiled, spoon extending to his lips with her eyebrows raised.

"I do. Fine. Let me have it." Andrew sighed playfully, opening his mouth wide for the spoon. He exhaled a laugh through his nostrils, letting her feed him off the spoon knowing it made her happiest to be silly with him. He leaned forward and pressed his cold lips to hers, making her laugh and twist her fingers in his hair.

"M'sorry that I ran away, Andrew. I just get overwhelmed and I don't really know how to express how I'm feeling. It's always been easier to just...leave." She sighed, letting him kiss her lips a few times.

"I know. But I want you to know that you don't have to run away. If you're mad at me, tell me you're mad at me. Lock me out of the bedroom, call me a name if you have to. Just don't leave again, makes my mind race. And my heart hurt." Andrew mumbled against her lips, his fingers working into her hair.

"I'm sorry, baby." She whispered, eyes fluttering shut as his fingertips massaged her scalp.

"I am, too."

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IN MY HEAD - COLLEGE!RAFE CAMERON

part three

© glodessa 2022, do not repost, modify or translate!

prologue • part one • part two • part three

a/n: been a while since the last part but i decided to continue posting the chapters i have already written. this one’s quite the short one but the next ones will be longer and worth the wait, trust me. much love <3

warnings: explicit language, mentions of sex, male masturbation

flashbacks in italics

word count. 1.8k

series synopsis. When Rafe Cameron, the richest frat boy on campus, laid eyes on you during one of his history classes, he was instantly infatuated. Determined to fuck you next, he was convinced you’d be an easy target. But little did he know you were not like all the other girls…

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RAFE 

He cupped her face. His lips brushed against hers before she opened her mouth, inviting him in. He let his tongue swirl around hers, tasting the remnants of the champagne he gave to her, the main drink in First Heaven. 

He didn’t waste much time as he pushed her dress up slightly, letting his hands wander up her soft thighs until he reached her panties. They were already soaking wet, but what’s new? She softly moaned into his mouth as he let his fingers slide inside her underwear.

Rafe pushed her backwards towards his bed, eventually letting her down on it. She instantly helped him get rid of the unnecessary fabric covering her core. 

“Spread your legs,” he demanded and she did. He took in the sight in front of his eyes, those glistening fold visible, even in this dimly lit room. “You want me to eat you out, huh?” He asked her. 

She nodded, biting her lips. She was desperate for him, Damn, how much that turned him on, seeing a little slut like her so needy for him. He slowly kissed his way up her inner thigh, leaving bite marks all over — as a little souvenir from her trip to his very own heaven. 

More whimpers escaped her mouth as Rafe scratched along her bare skin, lazily making his way up to her pussy. 

But the moment he reached her heat, he stopped. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t fucking do it.

You… With you appearing in front of his face, he couldn’t give another girl what he wanted to give you. Even when you made him look like a fucking fool, he just couldn’t be mad at you. 

Rafe Cameron still fucking wanted you.

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For the Team {DYLAN O'BRIEN}

Author's Notes: I wrote this almost one year ago when Dylan turned 30. But those new photos of him at that Mets game sent me searching..so, have this - Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drinking, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smut*(Teasing, Choking, Some biting, Sub! Dylan ? Yeah, I'll wave that flag, Unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how!)

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Dylan laid on his back, eyes on the ceiling with his hands behind his head while his love rested her head on his chest.

"Do you feel different?" She whispered as she pulled her thigh across his waist, her fingers tracing over his pecs.

"Right now? My heart is racing, and I'm kind of tired again." Dylan smirked as he averted his eyes down to her.

"I meant now that you're 30, Dylan." She laughed as she shifted her body to straddle his hips, her hands on his chest for stability.

"No. Feel the same." Dylan shook his head as he ran his fingers down her bare back, shifting beneath her as he felt her still wet between her legs from their early morning roll around.

"You did wake me up at 6am before a Mets game to have sex." She smiled softly, her index finger running through the small patch of hair between his pecs.

"Trying to make you our good luck charm." Dylan smirked as he placed his hands on her waist and looked over the spattering of love bites and beard scratches on her neck and chest.

"For the whole team? That's a lot of pressure, Dylan." She giggled as he squeezed her sides then pulled his fingers down to her thighs.

"But you're magic. That's why you should come with me today. I know you don't like baseball, which is like your only flaw, but I promise I'll make it fun. I'll buy you beer, whatever you want." Dylan bargained while his fingertips traced small patterns on the tops of her thighs.

"It's so boring, though." She whined as she pressed her hands to his chest, her head tossed back dramatically.

"It is not! You just don't know what's going on. So, I'll educate your fine ass." Dylan laughed as he grabbed her backside and squeezed.

"For you. And because it's your birthday." She replied as she pulled her fingers down his chest.

"Fuck yes! Best birthday ever. Alright. Well, we have to leave in about two hours." Dylan smiled as he flipped her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs.

"Well, I should shower then. I'm all sticky." She grinned as she pressed her thighs to his hips and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"But I like you sticky. You smell like me." Dylan smirked, eyebrows raised as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I can't imagine why." She scoffed as Dylan leaned down to press kisses along her neck, nipping at her skin after each kiss.

"Because you're mine." Dylan muttered against her neck, his tongue brushing over the bruise his teeth had left the night before.

"Dylan!" She gasped as she felt his fingers between her legs, brushing over her wet folds as he sucked a fresh bruise on her neck.

"One more time before we go?" Dylan breathed out before he licked over her broken skin.

"Yeah, baby. It's for the team." She laughed softly as she ran her fingers over the fuzz of his hair.

"Good girl." Dylan muttered against her neck as he slipped two fingers inside of her, pinning her hips down with his left hand while she squirmed.

"Dylan!" She gasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck while he sunk his fingers down to his knuckle, then curled them up.

"That it, honey?" Dylan breathed out as his beard scratched her neck, his fingers tapping that sweet, spongy spot inside of her.

"Yeah! Right there!" She nodded as she clawed his shoulders, spreading her thighs wider for him as she felt her orgasm approach.

"Are you gonna cum, honey?" Dylan muttered as he pressed his forehead to hers while he picked up the pace of his fingers.

"Yeah. M'gonna cum, Dylan." She nodded furiously, eyes wide as he gave a firm tap to her g-spot.

"Good. Cum for me, pretty girl." Dylan smiled as he reached the tip of his middle finger up to brush her spot, exhaling heavily as she came around his fingers and covered his hand in her release.

"Dylaaann." She moaned with a deep scratch to his chest as the aftershock coursed through her body while he pulled his fingers out of her, gently.

"I love you." Dylan muttered as he pressed a kiss to her throat, beard scratching over her soft skin.

"I love you, too." She exhaled as she used all her strength to flip him over to his back, pinning his wrists above his head to the pillows.

"Now what?" Dylan grinned with a raise of his eyebrows as he shifted beneath her. He let her keep his hands over his head, not minding that she had taken control.

"Your turn?" She breathed out as she shifted on top of his hard-on pressed between her thighs, rubbing herself over it.

"Honey.." Dylan grunted with a warning, struggling in her grip as she rubbed her slick folds over his cock. He was surprised at her show of strength when she pinned him back down.

"Keep your hands here, Dylan. Don't make me tie you up." She whispered as she released his wrists then pressed one hand to his chest for leverage while the other grabbed his aching manhood to line it up with her entrance.

"Can I help?" Dylan panted as he gripped the headboard above him, feeling her probe at her entrance with his tip. He wasn't sure if she was struggling with him, or trying to torture him. But he needed it to end.

"Got it. So big, Dylan." She whispered as her lips fell into the most kissable pout and Dylan felt distraught as she sunk down on to him completely.

"Honey, I don't know if I wanna play like this." Dylan breathed out as he rested his hands on the top of his head, and simple watched as his girlfriend rode him in the tiniest little bounces and circles. It was torture, fantastic torture.

"You always make me ride you and..and you just watch. Hands behind your head." She pouted as she pressed her hands to his abs to lift her herself up then drop back down.

"FUCK! I'm still in control then. Can still touch, guide your hips. Honey, go faster. Please." Dylan growled as he looked down to where he was buried inside of her and felt himself twitch. He didn't hate not having control, but he didn't love it either.

"No." She replied simply as she rolled her hips in wide, slow circles. She dropped to her hands above him and watched as his eyes rolled back.

"Can I touch you?" Dylan breathed out as he looked up at her pretty face over his. He let out a soft moan as he felt her muscles quiver around him, and all he wanted to do was put his tongue in her mouth.

"Fine. No spanking, though." She ordered breathlessly as she pressed her fingertips to his throat, choking him ever so gently.

Dylan fucking whined at her orders, but obliged, happy to finally be able to touch his woman as she rode him. He pulled his hands off the top of his head, gave her breasts a quick squeeze before he grabbed her backside with one hand while the other reached down to thumb her clit.

"Since when did my sweet girl start giving me orders, hmm?" Dylan muttered with a heavy breath as he rolled her clit with the pad of his thumb.

"Since it's your birthday, and I want you to cum." She whimpered as her hips chased his thumb as her orgasm approached, her walls squeezing him tighter with each bounce.

"You always make me cum." Dylan smirked as he gave her a firm thrust upwards on her downward bounce, making her eyes roll back.

"I..fuck, baby! I want you to cum how you make me cum." She gasped as he nudged her g-spot, her eyes wide as she gripped his throat.

"That's the beautiful thing about you being a woman. You can take multiple orgasms, and I wanna give them to you." Dylan rasped out with a gentle pinch to her clit to make her cum, smiling as she rode him back and forth to bring him with her.

"My sweet girl, so good tome. M'gonna cum, too. Can you hang on for a second?" Dylan growled as she coated his manhood with her release, his hands reaching for her backside to guide her along his length.

"Fill me up, O'Brien." She whispered as she dropped her head down to his shoulder and let him use her to finish himself off.

Dylan came inside of her with a ragged moan, his fingers keeping a bruising grip on her hips as he bounced her in hips lap.

"Fuuuck, honey. So good to me." Dylan growled as he pawed at her backside as he came down from his high, twitching inside of her.

"I love you, Dylan." She hummed as she kissed his neck.

"I love you more. Mmm. Baseball time?" Dylan mumbled with heavy eyes as she kissed along his neck and traced his hairline under the nape of his neck.

"You still wanna go after that?"

"It's my birthday. And it's for the team, honey." Dylan smirked as he sunk his teeth into her shoulder and playfully smacked her thigh.

She would learn the rules of baseball if it bored her to death. She was their good luck charm.

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Primal {ANDREW GARFIELD}

Author's Notes: Andrew has some particular feelings about his wife.. aka sex on the table. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Talk of toxic behaviour, Established relationship - married couple, talk of pregnancy, Smut*(Dom!Andrew, talk of bodily fluids, oral sex - male receiving, choking, biting, light hair pulling, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!) *I actually edited this to be less smutty.

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Andrew felt as though his moods were incredibly defined. He knew how he felt, when he felt it and was able to identify it. As time went on he was able to become more self aware, learn more about himself and what these moods meant.

They were spending the night at home, not doing much of anything which they were both fine with. But Andrew felt a particular dominant itch he needed to scratch.

Truly most of the time it didn't really bother him where he ended up in bed, just as long as it was with his wife. Although lately he had been finding himself in more dominant, carnal moods. A primal feeling overwhelmed his being when his wife walked by him. Her scent would flood his senses and he could think of nothing other than pressing her against the nearest, sturdiest surface and making her scream his name.

As his wife sat next to him at their tiny oak dining table, spinning her fork in her noodles with a hum, Andrew felt that primal feeling wash over him. He grabbed his wine glass, took a generous drink before he placed it back down and looked at her.

"What? Did I miss?" She questioned as she licked her lips and covered her face with her hand.

"No, it's not anything like that. Your face is perfect." Andrew smiled with a shake of his head.

"Liar. Why are you staring at me?" She smiled as she held her chin up on her hands, elbows rested on the table as she looked back at him.

"Can't stare at my wife?" Andrew replied as he leaned back in his chair to get a better view of her body, breasts pushed together as she leaned in.

"You can. But you owe her an explanation." She grinned as she reached for her own glass of wine for a sip.

"I'm just thinking. I'm feeling a very particular way about you right now, and I'm just sitting with it for a moment." Andrew exhaled with a soft smile.

"What type of way?" She inquired softly, feeling her face heat up.

"I'm thinking you look too good to be staying at home with me tonight, and that this table looks study enough to hold us both up." Andrew responded with a look from her to the table.

"Andrew, stop." She scoffed as she took another drink to settle her nerves.

"I feel like making you scream tonight. Legs just absolutely shaking, speaking nonsense and so unbelievably sensitive. I have this just intense almost grotesque feeling of wanting to make you cum so hard that you cry. It's probably some toxic male bullshit, honestly." He muttered as he grabbed the wine bottle and refilled both of their glasses.

"I don't think it's toxic." She whispered as she stood up and closed the small distance between them to sit on his lap.

"No? You don't find me wanting to claim you in the most carnal and primal of ways to be just a little toxic?" Andrew hummed as he brushed her hair back behind her ear.

"Not particularly. Because it's not an ownership kind of thing. You're not actually claiming me, knocking me over the head with a rock and dragging me back to your cave to have your way with me." She replied as she twisted his hair around her fingers.

"But I want to leave little marks all over you. Bite marks in places people can, and cannot see. I want to cum inside of you, then watch it drip down your thighs. And that's filthy, but I want it. Because you're mine." Andrew breathed out as he took hold of the back of her neck and brought her face closer to his.

"I'll let you, Andrew. If that's what you want." She whispered with a bite of his bottom lip before she could kiss her lips.

"You're not helping, lovey. When you bite me, it just works me up even more because I happen to like it when you use me as a chew toy." Andrew grunted as he took hold of her chin and carefully pulled her back so she released his lip.

It was the truth. The first time she ever bit his neck while they were fooling around he thought he was going to cum in his pants. He had kindly requested she bite him as much as she wanted after that.

"You're my chew toy." She smiled with a laugh as she moved her face to try and gnaw on his fingers.

"I know. My thighs and hips are still etched up from you, and those teeth." Andrew breathed out as he thumbed her incisor, trying to stay present and not think about the night before when she was on her knees for him.

"Guess I want to claim you, too." She responded with a lick to the pad of his thumb."

"And I will absolutely let you." Andrew mumbled as she kissed the heel of his hand then pressed her forehead to his.

"I'll let you have full control, if that's what you want." She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." Andrew breathed out as he looked at her lips, breasts then parted legs astride his lap.

"I will, baby. But I trust you." She nodded.

"Stand up and take your bottoms off. Hand them to me." Andrew ordered as he grabbed her hips to prompt her to stand upright. He ran his hands over his face when she did as told, bending over and pulling her panties down her legs then pressing them into the palm of his hands.

"Good lovey. Skirt up, and give a turn for me?" He requested as he pocketed her panties, doing his best to ignore the damp spot in the centre.

"Baby." She blushed as she lifted her skirt over her backside and gave a turn to show off her lower half to him.

"Bend over the table, please?" Andrew inquired as he filled his palms with her backside to bring her between his legs and looked at her.

She nodded before she did as told and bent over the dinner table, skirt rising over her backside making Andrew groan deep in his chest at the sight of her wet folds.

Andrew shifted his chair a little closer to her and scanned her body bent over the table. He breathed out as he dropped to his knees behind her a gave a soft bite to the left thigh, under her backside. He smiled against her skin as she reached back for his hair for a little tug, wiggling her hips back for his attention.

"Stand up, lovey." Andrew growled as he stood up behind her and tugged her skirt up over her hips, kneading her backside.

She did as told and stood upright, her backside nestled into his groin while her head rolled back to his shoulder. A gasp filled her throat as he reached between her legs and rolled her clit with his index finger.

"That feels so good, baby." She moaned as she pulled his hair and wiggled her hips around for more attention, more pressure.

"Yeah? Turn around for me." Andrew mumbled with a pat to her thighs, smiling as she whined when he removed his fingers from between her legs.

His wife scrambled in his arms to turn around and face him, her backside propped up on the table as her thighs pressed to his hips. He could feel her legs shake with anticipation of his next move as he held held his own weight on the table on either side of her.

"You're shaking." Andrew breathed out as he pressed his forehead to hers, eyes on her chest as she took deep breaths.

"You make me nervous, and excited in the best possible way. I'm not sure what to expect from you right now." She whispered with a smile as she placed her hands on his face.

"Do you want me to slow down?" Andrew questioned as he smoothed his hand over her hair.

"No! Keep going. I like it." She replied quickly as she took hold of the collar of his shirt, thighs pressed to his hips tightly to keep him close.

"Good. Because I want to fuck, right here." Andrew growled as he pulled the strings of her top to show off her bra then grabbed the backs of her thighs to pull her core against his abdomen.

"Andrew!" She gasped as he sunk his teeth into her neck and reached his dominant hand between her legs, middle and ring finger slipping inside of her.

"Oh my god." Andrew groaned as he licked her neck and pumped his fingers in and out of her tight heat.

"The table..your ring." She stuttered as her head dropped back, her hips lifting to try and ride his fingers.

"My ring is fine, and I don't give a fuck about the varnish of the table." He smiled into the base of her throat , teasing her with his fingers as he slowly slid them in and out.

"You can reach so far. So deep inside of me, baby." She sobbed out as he tapped her sweet spot, grabbing his wrist while his wedding band nudged her clit.

"You're perfect." Andrew grunted in response as he curled his fingers inside of her, feeling her body go rigid as she tensed with her first orgasm.

"Andrew." She breathed out as she pushed his hair back from his face, her thighs shaking around his waist.

Andrew hummed softly as he pulled his fingers out of her centre and sucked them into his mouth, licking them clean while he stared into her eyes. He broke out into a beaming smile when she grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to her mouth.

"Tastes good, yeah?" Andrew muttered as he pulled his fingers from her mouth slowly with a shiver down his spine.

"Not as good as you." She whispered with a kiss to his chin, his scruff scratching her lips a little but she didn't mind. When he was home it wasn't often he was clean shaven, knowing his wife loved the feeling of his facial hair against her neck, fingers and between her thighs.

"You want to get on your knees for me, lovey?" Andrew mumbled, almost inaudibly as she started to kiss down his neck.

"Yes, please." She nodded with a soft bite to his collarbone, making him shudder.

"Have at it, lovey." Andrew breathed with a tug of her hair, stepping back from the table as she hopped down to kneel in front of him.

Andrew couldn't keep the whimpers in his throat as she palmed him over his jeans with one hand and pushed his shirt up to feels his stomach muscles with the other. She kissed his stomach below his navel as she slowly unzipped his pants, swirling her tongue over his skin.

"Don't play games with me, Missus." Andrew grunted with a soft pull of her hair to make her look up at him, his eyes dilated as she licked her lips.

"Oh, Andrew." She whispered at the sight of his hard, leaking manhood when she pulled him out of his pants. She kissed his tip and tugged his pants to his ankles before she sunk her nails into his thighs.

"Fuck." Andrew breathed out as she licked the underside of his cock to his base then ran her lips back up to his tip, sucking on his crown before descending onto him as far as she could.

She hummed softly around him as she walked her fingers from his thighs to his base and wrapped her hands around what she couldn't fit in her mouth. She bobbed her head as she worked her hands, squeezing her thighs together as he pulled her hair and moaned above her.

"That's so fucking good. Not too fast, lovey." Andrew whimpered as he pulled her hair back from her face and watched her.

"Big." She exhaled as she pulled her mouth off of him, stroking him as she caught her breath.

"I need you. Now." Andrew shivered from head to toe, taking hold of her elbow and tugging her to her feet. He kissed her swollen lips as he sat her on the table once again, spreading her thighs.

"Oh, Andrew!" She cried out as he eased inside of her, inch by inch, while he kissed over her heart. She buried her hands in his hair, thighs raised around his waist as she wiggled her hips to adjust to his size, helping him make his way inside.

"Take this off, yeah? Let me see your beautiful body." Andrew panted as he pulled his hips back then gently rocked them forward while he pushed her flimsy sweater off her shoulders. He kissed the tops of her breasts as he continued to slowly work in and out of her, his body tingling as she whined on each inward thrust.

"Harder, please." She begged as she pulled the hem of his shirt up, nails deep in his back as she rocked her hips in time with his.

"Like that?" He grunted as he snapped his hips, making her gasp and dig her nails into the small of his back.

"YEAH! Fuck me hard, Andrew." She whimpered as she pressed her hands flat to his back as he nudged his forehead with hers.

"I love hearing you talk like that. You want me to fuck you hard, lovey?" Andrew smiled, breathless as he hips created a steady almost brutal pace that bounced his wife on the table.

"Uh-huh! Love it when you're rough with me." She nodded as she pulled at the bottom of his shirt.

"You want my hands then, lovey?" He panted as his eyes dropped as his eyes dropped to their connected bodies on the table.

"Choke me, Andrew."

A full shudder went through his body at his wife's request in his ear. He reached for her throat his left hand and flexed his grip, a small whine leaving his own throat as she tipped her head back.

"Oh, shit." Andrew inhaled as she started to orgasm around him, walls tightening and beginning to flood him with her release. She grabbed his wrist and leaned forward to kiss him as she came around him with a sob, covering the table beneath him.

Andrew panted, moaning into her mouth as he pumped his hips into her to achieve his release. He moved his hand from her throat to the nape of her neck and tugged her hair, growling from deep in his abdomen as he came inside of her.

"Our table is ruined." She hummed as he mouthed down her neck, his hips rocking through the aftershock.

"I don't care. That was incredible." Andrew breathed out as he kissed her lips over and over.

"It was." She whispered with a smile, hands running over his scruffy face.

"I feel much, much better now. Can I take you to bed and make love you now? Nice and slow, put a baby in you?" Andrew grinned with an exhale as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up from the table.

"Anything to get you fully naked." She whispered as she tugged at his shirt.

"Whatever my lovey wants.."

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Dylan O’Brien at Coachella yesterday - 4.22.22

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New job seems to be taking over my life at the moment , finding it really difficult to get the time to sit down and write

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Drunken Affection {DYLAN O'BRIEN}

Author's Notes: We all just want to hang out with drunk Dylan, yes? Yes. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut *(drunk sex, teasing, hair pulling, dom/sub undertones, biting, public indecency, spanking, unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how!)

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They were out and about with friends, life in L.A was back to normal for the most part. Dylan was feeling particularly social that night so they decided to hit dinner and drinks with some friends.

"Keep your hands to yourself." Dylan mumbled over the top of his glass, just loud enough for his less than sober girlfriend to hear as she reached for the zipper of his jeans again. He trained his eyes forward so no one would suspect he was battling a handsy girlfriend trying to put her hands on him below the table.

"I want to have sex, Dylan." She slurred as she knelt on the bench of their booth and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"We'll leave soon. Sit down, drink some water and behave yourself." Dylan laughed softly as he wrapped an arm around her waist, accepting her drunken affection.

"I don't want water yet." She pouted over at him, poking a straw in the melting ice cubes in the bottom of her cocktail glass.

"I think you need it, though." Dylan smirked.

"You're not fun."

"Says the woman that didn't want to have sex on the balcony of our hotel in Mexico because someone could see us." Dylan teased as he massaged the back of her neck.

"I didn't want to get tossed off the edge!" She squealed as she grabbed his shirt collar and tugged herself close to his body again.

"I'd keep you safe." Dylan grinned as he nudged her nose with his.

"Take me home, O'Brien." She hummed as she pressed her body to his, almost in his lap as he slipped his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

"Can I finish my beer first? Then take you home?" Dylan mumbled with a squeeze to her backside.

"Fine."

"Be a nice girl." Dylan grumbled with a soft pinch of her chin before he turned his attention back to the table, sipping his beer and ignoring the ache in his lap.

Dylan did as he promised, finishing up his beer and then taking her back home. He unlocked their front door, his mind fuzzy as she held him from behind while her fingertips slowly slid down the zipper to his jeans.

"I can't focus when you do that." Dylan sighed contently as she reached inside of his briefs to take hold of his half hard manhood.

"You're a great multi tasker." She hummed with a smile as she stroked him slowly, and softly from behind.

"Not when I have my girlfriend's hand in my pants." Dylan groaned as his chin dropped to his chest.

"It's good?"

Dylan moaned out in approval as he pressed a hand flat to the door, abandoning his task of opening it. His hips thrust back and forth, moving himself in her palm. He snapped his eyes open when he realized what he had left her soft, drunken hands lure him into. He quickly swatted her hands away and tucked himself back into his pants before he turned to face her, grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her up.

"You didn't like it?" She breathed out as she pulled up the back of his shirt to feel his warm skin, his muscles tense as he held her up against the door.

"I told her to be nice." Dylan mumbled as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the door beside her ears.

"I would consider giving my boyfriend a hand job outside of our home a very nice thing to do. Felt like you needed some attention from me." She huffed as she squirmed in his grip.

"I always need your attention." Dylan cooed as he pressed his body against her completely, leaving absolutely no room for either of them to struggle.

"Let me in the house, take off your pants and I'll give you all of my attention." She grinned as she tried to lift her hips.

"Maybe I want to give you my attention." Dylan mumbled as he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip, making her whine out loud.

"You wanna fuck me, Dylan?" She whispered as she pulled her lip back, smoothing her tongue over the swollen skin.

"Damn right, I do. Get inside the house." Dylan growled as he placed her back on her feet then smacked her backside harshly with his full palm.

Dylan opened the front door and nudged her inside with another swift smack to her backside. He kicked the door shut as he tugged off his shirt, a heavy breath leaving his throat as he felt her teeth sink into his neck.

"Not too hard. We have that event tomorrow. So be a little gentle tonight, yeah?" Dylan breathed out as he pulled her hair with one as the other reached for the button of her jeans.

She hummed into his neck as she kissed and nibbled along his skin, undoing his jeans as well. Dylan tugged her jeans to her knees then reached reached for her backside, kneading her fleshing. She returned the favour and tugging his jeans to his ankle, taking his briefs with them.

"Behave yourself tonight. Understand?" Dylan ordered, his breath heavy as he wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged so their eyes connected.

"I will do whatever I have to do to get your hands on me." She whimpered as she pressed her hands to his chest, lips perfectly pouted for a kiss Dylan was all too ready to give.

"I hate that I can't bite either. You know I love covering your body with my marks." Dylan mumbled against her lips.

"You can still spank me." She hummed as she stood on her toes, arms wrapped around his neck.

"That was never off the table." Dylan smirked as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her down the hall to their bedroom.

"All fours, gorgeous. Let me see that ass." Dylan breathed out as he dropped her to the bed, standing at the edge and watching her roll around in the mess of blankets.

"Baby!" She cried out with a giggle as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him, nestling her backside against his groin. His manhood slipped between her legs, and rubbed her folds making them both moan out loud.

"Ready for me?" Dylan grunted as he made a point to slowly grind himself against her from behind, watching as she dropped her chest to the mattress.

"Please, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her cheek to the mattress and looked back at him, eyes wide and begging for him.

"Don't ever stop needing me like this. Please." Dylan moaned out, a sob in the back of his throat as he eased inside of her.

"Dylan!" She gasped, fingers tugging at the sheets as he filled her out completed.

"M'sorry! Too much?" He panted as he pulled out to his tip and held her hips, waiting.

"I'm drunk, and you took me by surprise. It's okay, baby. Keep going." She hummed as she bounced back onto him to try and fill herself back up.

"How drunk?" Dylan mumbled as he dropped to his hands above her, giving her slow, drawn out thrusts. He didn't like having sex when she was drunker than she was, there was a power dynamic that was unsettling to him. But things had snowballed quickly, to say the least.

"Co..coherent. Stable. Fuck, baby. Go faster!" She whimpered as she tried to rock back onto him, but he snapped his hips forward making her cry out.

"No rough play if you're drunk and I'm not. Turn over." Dylan grunted despite how his hands ached to pull her hair, smack her backside and knead her flesh. He felt rough, territorial even.

"No! I can handle it! C'mon, Dylan!" She begged as she tugged the sheets and arched her back.

"Don't do this to me." Dylan breathed out into the back of her neck as she rubbed her backside against him. The thick wiry hairs of his beard scratching the soft skin of her neck making her whine.

"Just pull my hair a little, baby. Let's stay like this, it feels so good." She whimpered as she rolled her hips under him.

"Go slow." Dylan mumbled as he wrapped his fist around her hair and gave a gentle tug, pulling her head back to rest on his shoulder.

She whined as she rolled her hips then bounced back onto him, filling herself with his length. She pulled at the sheets while Dylan let her rock herself back onto him as he kissed down her neck.

"I need more, Dylan." She panted as she reached her left hand back to pull his hair.

"Hang on, sweetheart." Dylan grunted as he snapped his hips forward, sending her towards the pillows with a sob. He picked up his pace, the bed below them shaking and creaking with his quick rhythm.

"There! DYLAN!" She sobbed out as he nudged her g spot and pulled her hair, his breath heavy on the back of her neck.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" Dylan growled in her ear, his hips wild from behind her as he chased his own orgasm.

"Oh, yes!" She panted as she pulled at his hair with one hand, and the sheets with the other.

"Cum for me, gorgeous." Dylan hissed as he followed the sparks of his orgasm, bringing her with him to the edge. He growled into the crease of her neck as she covered him in her release, her inner walls clenched around him.

With a few more firm thrusts deep inside of her, Dylan finished with a groan before he collapsed on top of her. He released his grip on her hair and placed his hands flat on mattress and gently pressed his weight up again. He reached between them to pull out, kissing her shoulder.

"I love you." Dylan mumbled as he rolled to his side of the bed with her, pulling her close.

"I love you, too."

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Hey hey

I hope you’re okay and I really love your writing.

I was thinking if you can do a fic where Dylan and reader go to an amusement park with their child?<33

Author's Notes: First of all, thank you so much. I'm doing alright, and I hope you're doing just fabulous. Second - PRECIOUS! Dylan as a dad is just..my heart. Tell him to come here. I had a lot of fun with this, so I hope you all enjoyed reading!! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Fluffy so fluffy, Dad! Dylan, sexual references - sexual innuendos (if you squint)

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Dylan did not realize that such a tiny human needed so many things for a day out. Stroller, diaper bag simply bursting at its zipper, and then an extra bag just in case because his wife had a tendency to worry.

"Hon, they're going to charge us admission for an extra kid when we come rolling up with all this shit." Dylan chuckled as he took the backpack from her, filled with extra snacks, bottles and diapers, and put it in the trunk of their family friendly S.U.V.

"Bad!" Her little voice squeaked from the backseat, safely secured in her car seat.

"I'm sorry, Peanut. You're right. Papa said a bad word." Dylan smiled as he turned his Mets hat around, brim to the back, then eased the door of the trunk down to shut it.

It was their first real excursion out as a family since their daughter was born. They didn't really count trips to the park or the grocery store, necessity trips or trips for sanity just to get out of the house and away from children's television.

If Dylan had to watch one more episode of The Wiggles that weekend, he was going to scream.

They had heard about a little amusement park for younger kids, a story-book village kind of thing. Smaller rides, people dressed up like characters out of the books they were reading her - Mother Goose kinds of things. They thought it would be nice to take her out on a nice afternoon and see how she did.

Their daughter, Melody Lynn O'Brien, was about a year and a half old and a carbon copy of Dylan. Smile, eyes, nose and seemingly had her father's pension for getting herself into teeny bits of trouble. Dylan and his wife had lost count of how many times they had found her in their pantry, sticky little fingers where they shouldn't be.

"Miss. Melody, are you ready to get crazy on some rides?" Dylan smiled in the rear view mirror at his little girl. He thought she looked like his wife, but everyone said she looked like him. But those eyes, oh those eyes, he saw his wife looking back at him every single day.

"You have to go with her, Papa." His wife stated softly as she reached over the console to brush her fingertips over the back of his neck while he put the vehicle in park.

"Of course I will. You keep an eye on our stuff and make sure no one takes Mr. Bear." Dylan smiled over at his wife, before he looked into the back seat where their daughter held onto the bear his sister had given her the day she was born. They were hard pressed to remove Mr. Bear from her grasp at any point in time. Dylan was certain that bear was going to college with her.

"I am Mr. Bear's bodyguard today. Oh, thank you, Peanut." His wife smiled as she turned to look into the backseat, graciously accepting the bear from their daughter.

"That's good sharing, Peanut. Now, while Mama takes care of Mr. Bear, us two bandits are going to go show these other kids how to have fun. O'Brien style, huh?" Dylan grinned as he got out of the driver's seat and unlocked the car to remove their toddler, propping her up on his hip and kissing her cheek.

"Papa!" The little girl laughed, grabbing his bearded cheeks and trying to push his face away as he carried her towards the park entrance.

Both Dylan and his wife were amazed that Melody stayed in such a happy mood the whole time, without fussing or throwing a fit.

"She's your daughter, you know." Dylan would always tease when he would peel their girl off the floor from her starfish position once she had enough of the day and go put her to bed.

Dylan could not count on both of his hands how many times Melody had requested that he take her on the carousel. But if she asked him to buy her one, he would absolutely do it. She was his baby, his girl, and he do anything for her. Though he had to admit his legs were tired from standing, and that fucking carousel song was stuck on a loop in his head.

"There she is. Our beautiful Mama. Go tell her how many times we sat on the pony, huh?" Dylan smiled as he carried Melody back over to his wife, his daughter starting to fade in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

"Mum." Melody mumbled with an arm outstretched while the other hand kept her thumb securely in her mouth.

"Come here, Peanut. I saw you over there on the carousel with Papa. Did you have fun?" His wife smiled as she took the tired toddler from Dylan and held her close, kissing her forehead.

"We had lots of fun. We rode the carousel like, 15 times. Then we went to that petting zoo and saw a real pony, but she was afraid. So, we made a deal that next time we'll try. Hey? Next time." Dylan smiled as he tickled her chubby leg before he took off his Mets hat and placed it over his daughter's head, far too big, but smiled as it shielded her from the setting sun.

"I think it's time we go home, Papa." His wife smiled over at him as she adjusted the hat on Melody's head to see her sleeping face.

"I think so, too. What do you need me to carry?" Dylan nodded as he ran his hands through his dark, sweaty hair and stood up.

"I'll take the baby, if you can handle some of this." She laughed softly as she gestured to all of their necessities around her.

"Deal." Dylan nodded as he slung the backpack over his shoulder, tossed the diaper bag in the stroller and started to lead them towards the exit of the park.

"Dylan, can you help me? I hate this stupid thing. It always pinches my fingers." She sighed as she gently eased the baby into her seat of the S.U.V and climbed back out with a shake of her hands.

"Of course, my love. Daddy's got it." Dylan smirked as he traded places with her and easily clicked the straps of his daughter's seat in, shutting the door.

"Thank you." She smiled up at him, pressing up on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck.

"You're welcome. Now, let's take this baby home and put her to bed so we can finally have time alone together, and start working on giving the Peanut a brother or sister." Dylan mumbled with a kiss to his wife's forehead and a playful smack to her backside before he unhooked his keys from his belt and watched her walk around to the passenger side.

A dozen little O'Briens sounded really, really good.

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When You Come Home {Andrew Garfield}

Author's Notes: There is no rhyme or reason to this. I just wanted to write it. Andrew comes home after being away, and his woman has been waiting...Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

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Andrew entered their bedroom as quietly as he could. It was so late at night it could have been considered early morning at that point.He placed his suitcase in the close, to be tended to later, and walked into their ensuite bathroom to disrobe.

He undressed the made his way to the bed where his woman was cuddled up under the covers, seemingly fast asleep. With a soft sigh he crawled into bed with her and rested against her, pressing his chest to her back and taking the shape of her body.

Andrew sunk into the mattress as her body warmth surrounded him, her familiar scent invading his nostrils as he felt at ease finally being home. He couldn't contain the moan that rumbled in his chest as she wiggled her plump backside against his groin while they spooned.

"Baby! You're home!" She whispered as she rolled over in his arms to press her chest against his.

"I am, lovey. Go back to sleep." Andrew murmured with a kiss to her forehead as he pulled her thigh over his bare hip.

"I've been waiting for you."

She was so soft, warm and spoke so softly. Who was he to deny her? She had stayed up for him after all.

"My sweet, little lovey. I've missed you." Andrew breathed out as he kissed her lips and slipped his tongue on her mouth, rolling her onto her back.

"I missed you, too." She panted when he let her breathe, his fingertips pressed into her bare thighs while he rocked himself against her heat. The both of them naked from the waist down, while she wore only one of his shirts.

"Were you playing with yourself before I came home, lovey? You're so fucking wet a..and you've got no panties on." Andrew growled with a small stutter as he pinned her left thigh to the mattress, spreading her out while he grabbed his base to line up with her entrance.

"I touched a little bit, and took my panties off so it would be easier for you. Baby, don't tease." She begged as she sunk her nails deep into his shoulders as he tapped her clit with the head of his cock, making her writhe around for him.

"What did you think about? Be honest." Andrew grunted as he pushed his tip inside of her then pulled out, his heart racing as she whined.

"I got excited, and thought about the first time you put your face between my legs. Andrew, please! It's been weeks. I'm desperate for you, baby." She whimpered as she lifted her hips and dug her nails into his lower back.

"My lovey." Andrew breathed out as he sunk his full length inside of her and released his grip on her thigh, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. He dropped his head to her chest and groaned as he settled inside of her, her walls pulsing and clenching around him as she hugged his body.

"Feels so good to have you home." She whimpered in his ear as he slowly created a loving but firm pace, her nails dragging down to his backside.

"Oh, shit." Andrew shivered at her words, a hand flying out to brace himself against the headboard. He pulled his hips back then snapped them forward sending her up the bed with a squeal.

"So strong, Andrew. I fucking missed you. So big, you always take my breath away. I'm s..so wet." She smiled with a bite of his earlobe as she moved her hips with his.

"You're a wet little mess, and I missed you. You're just soaking me, lovey. It's bliss." Andrew panted as he thrust into, the bed shaking underneath them with his pace.

"I'm cumming, Andrew! Andrew!" She screamed as she came around him, walls quivering as she covered him in her release.

"You're a fucking goddess. Can you hold on for me, lovey?" Andrew growled as he deepened his thrusts and bit her neck.

"Yes, baby. Cum inside of me. I've missed you so much." She whined as she held his shoulders and worked her hips for him.

"Oh, my lovey. M'gonna cum. Fuck. I missed you so much. Fill you up with my cum and round you out with my baby. Put you knee up here, lovey? Damn. So warm." Andrew breathed out as he finished deep inside of her, letting her claw his back as he lifted her knee up to his chest.

Andrew groaned as the aftershock coursed through his body, slipping his tongue in her mouth as she pulled her nails down his back. He gave her a few more pumps, making sure his seed was deep inside of before he pulled out.

"I know, lovey. You're so good to me. Didn't have to wait up for me, but it made me feel so blessed that you did. I know, I know. I'm right here." He cooed as he kissed her forehead and thumbed at the tears that streamed down her face. He tried to make the move to get up, find a cloth to clean her up so they could finally sleep, but his woman refused to let him go.

"Don't leave again." She whimpered as fresh tears fell from her eyes, her hands moving to his bearded face to pull him back for another kiss.

"I'm just going a few steps that way so I can get something to clean us up with. M'not sure we should sleep with all this mess on us." Andrew smiled as he thumbed her tears and pecked her lips. She always cried after a particularly intimate session, or if he had been gone a long time. So her tears were not unusual to him.

"I'm okay with it. Just stay with me." She whispered as she wrapped her tired, weak body around his again.

"Alright. You come with me then. My needy little lovey." Andrew breathed out as he pulled them both out of bed and carried her to the bathroom. He stood in the shower with her wrapped around him as he pulled the shower head down, rinsing their bodies as she kissed his neck and shoulders. He dried them off as best he could with his girlfriend wrapped around him like koala bear then brought her back to bed.

"I missed you, Andrew." She whispered, half in this world and half asleep in his arms.

"Missed you, too. Go to sleep and when you wake up I'll be next to you where I belong. Can tell me all those filthy things you thought before I got home." Andrew grinned with a gentle kiss to her forehead as her light snores filled their bedroom, her grip around him loose as she finally fell asleep.

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