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would love ur nsfw peter headcanons!! x
omg omg okok
he loveloveloves when u ride his thigh. like he adores just watching u tremble above him, hearing u whimper while u bury ur face in his neck. he's encouraging u the whole way, praising u and having his hand on ur back to rock u back and forth. when u do come, he praises u even more ("good girl" "doing so good baby" "so pretty for me sweetheart").
is rough but likes to go slow and watch u squirm. fills u up to the hilt and slowly drags himself out of u, smirking when u desperately try and grab at him to push himself back in. he will go slow at first until u whimper out "more please i can take it please" and then he will just pound into u. ur gonna have a few bruises on the back of ur thighs tomorrow but it's all worth it when he's making u feel this good.
oh and he's big and he's heavy. every time before he fucks u, he will push against u and let his dick lay on ur skin, showing u just how deep he's gonna get when he's all the way in. then his size kink kicks in when he's like "u think u can take all this baby?".
he purposely does anything to rile u up and get ur attention, knowing how easy it is to push u into submission. whether it's just walking around the house shirtless, or going for a workout in the back garden while ur watering the plants. next thing u know, ur hands are grabbing at his curls while he fucks u against the shed door outside.
man spreader. comes over to sit next to u on the couch, his legs spread out while ur sitting with urs tucked under u. then ur eyes fall to his crotch, his thighs and he catches u looking. "u want something u just gotta ask for it baby.". u blink a few times before turning back to watch tv. he's a menace and u know u'll end up in his lap before the program's finished anyway.
eats pussy and is fucking amazing at it. his nose, tongue and facial hair is the best combination when he's buried between ur legs. u prefer when he does it in bed or on the sofa, knowing that the few times he's done it in the kitchen, u almost keeled over from ur legs shaking so much.
he loves when u act like a brat. purposefully pissing him off at neighbourhood barbecues and then feigning innocence when he pulls u up on it. silently giggling when he takes u home and pushes u on the bed. u immediately start getting undressed before u see him standing there, arms crossed. then he speaks "good girls get fucked, brats have to do it themselves." then he watches as u touch urself for him, stopping whenever he tells u to, which only prolongs ur orgasm. but don't worry, once he does let u come, he makes sure to fuck another two out of u afterwards.
loves to touch u up. he's always got to have a hand on u, nicely in public but at home it always goes between ur legs. he loves when u lay across his lap, ur head resting on his thighs while his hand worms it's way through ur legs, his fingers feeling though ur folds. ur hands just grab at his arm, holding on while he fingers u to orgasm, and then one more orgasm until ur spent and out of breath in his lap, curling into him. his hand comes up to wrap around ur waist, pulling u up into him. it's almost always late at night when this happens, then he lifts u up and takes u to bed.
if he's fucking u missionary, he will wrap his hand around ur neck, squeezing gently so as not to hurt u but still make u feel it's there. ur hands grab at his wrist and u just choke out a whimper. his thumb rubs at ur skin as he praises u ("ur being so good baby" "such a pretty lil' thing" "u feel so good honey, takin' me so well").
can and will coax multiple orgasms out of u until ur absolutely spent and he has to rub ur back until u calm down again. ur body is just limp when he's done with u and u love it. u love when he has to take care of u afterwards, him carrying u to bed and softly massaging every part of u until u sigh out. he may be a little rough but his aftercare is top tier.
slightly possessive in public but u love it. he always has his hand on u, always calling u "his girl" or "my girl". u always slightly turn it around in bed ("am i ur girl?" "am i ur pretty lil' baby?") knowing it makes him even more turned on than before.
do not wear a sundress around this man unless u want fucked whenever u do. u took him shopping once and picked out a few to try on in the dressing room. he just sat outside, waiting for u to show him. but once u showed him the first one, he just absolutely had to have u in it, following u back into the cubicle and pushing u against the wall. he bunched up the dress around ur waist and fucked u right there, his hand over ur mouth to stop u from making any unusual noises.
mmmfmfm i have more but like this is already a lot
#u guys don't understand#he's so big so beefy and i need him like rn#peter quill#peter quill headcanons#peter quill x reader#peter quill drabble#peter quill smut#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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❧ Customer Service Policy
aka The Rules
As much as we love our beloved customers, this cafe is a one-man crew and to make sure the place doesn't burn down and ruin things for everyone, we have our own rules and regulations regarding special orders along with some guidance for the lost.
Many thanks,
✎ Kryptid
❧ Before You Order:
I will do a max of 10 characters for headcanons or fics per request, but you may request more in another one. Depending on the request, I might take out characters or make a second part.
I specialize in masc, amab, dominant, and particularly gender neutral readers, but I'm open to all types.
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I do character/reader and occasionally character/character fanfics.
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𝑩𝑼𝑪𝑲𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑺 × 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹:
⊱┊Angel Eyes (oneshot)
⊱┊Past, Present, and Future (series/unpublished)
𝑳𝑶𝑲𝑰 × 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹:
⊱┊Serendipitous Love (series/unpublished)
━ starryparkrr
#˗ˏ✎ abby's navi !#peter quill × reader#peter parker × reader#tony stark × reader#thor × reader#steve rogers × reader#bucky barnes x reader#natasha × reader#yelena × reader#loki × reader#sylvie × reader#wanda × reader#vision × reader#sam wilson × reader#t'challa × reader#shuri × reader#bruce banner × reader#clint × reader#pietro x reader#marvel × reader#marvel#mcu
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cuddling with peter and pillow talk… sighs
mmmmf pls☹️
he's definitely definitely the big spoon, one arm under your neck and the other around your waist. he holds u close to him, mumbling little phrases against ur neck in between kisses. you're absolutely blushing and thank god he can't see ur face because ur sure u would just explode.
his pillow talk wouldn't necessarily start as intimate as u think it would, it's mostly him just talking about ur relationship and how much he adores u.
"didn't think i'd end up back here to fall in love."
"u don't regret it, do u?"
"hey hey.. no no.. god no.. shit, i think i love you."
u giggled when he kissed ur neck again, burying his face afterwards and making u laugh.
"and like.. fuck, ur so pretty, so sweet.. mmf.."
you hadn't realised when u shifted ur body that u must've grinding up against him to make him groan. he did it again when u turned ur body around, straddling his thigh and curling up into his chest. the arm that was under ur neck was now around ur shoulders and the arm that was across ur waist was now over ur thigh.
"u think i'm sweet?"
u knew by asking that ur just provoking him, but u want to hear what he has to say—you just have to hear how much he wants u.
"in every sense of the word.. lookin' all sweet in those flowery sundresses u wear all the time, answering the door to the mailman like i haven't just fucked u in the kitchen like 5 minutes before.. and u taste real sweet too.."
and here he goes, the pillow talk now starting to make u shiver.
"and i mean it when i say ur real pretty too.. i see u in the garden watering the plants and i just.. i get so lost just starin' at you.. sometimes i think about calling u from inside the house, hoping u come back in and sit on my lap so i can see just how pretty u look up close.."
u drop ur head into his neck, one hand moving to grab his shoulder as he talked.
"and don't be forgettin' all those times u think i couldn't hear what u were doin' up there.."
"hm?"
"before we started doin' all this.. and i was just helping you around the house, i'd come upstairs to use the bathroom and.. shit.. the sounds u were makin' baby? sounded like a fuckin' angel's chorus.."
u just whimpered, squeezing ur legs shut around his thigh.
"could talk to u all night about how pretty and sweet u are for me but u need to sleep.. ok baby?"
"please?"
"nuh-uh sweetheart.. u need to.. fuck.."
your hand had moved down to grab him through his boxers and he just grunted in response.
"i.. i thought about you too, when u were helping me. thought about dropping to my knees and sucking u off in the kitchen.."
"you'd look pretty on ur knees, baby.. you'd look so fuckin' pretty.."
ur hand moved back up to rest on his chest, feeling him sigh when u pulled away from him. u were both getting each other so worked up but not enough to go again for round 2, the high from earlier just winding down now. then ur eyelids fluttered closed and he had managed to talk u to sleep. he glanced down and smiled when he saw ur eyes were shut. his initial plan wasn't to almost dirty talk u to sleep but he wasn't mad it happened in the end.
he placed a small kiss to ur forehead before he whispered an "i love you" into ur skin. he closes his eyes then too, not noticing the smile on ur face from what he said.
#lbr peter's pillow talk is just dirty talk#peter quill#peter quill drabble#peter quill smut#peter quill x reader#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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Can we get a little sprinkle of quill smut…where he has playlists for just about anything and some songs are in multiple playlist so the “cooking dinner” playlist has some songs that feature in the sex playlist and it causes an ~association~ 👀👀👀
oh you absolutely know this man will sneak in those songs.
at first it was just a joke, to see if you noticed. you would just roll your eyes and skip the song, only for him to feign disappointment, making you smile and shake your head, continuing with the cooking.
after a while, you just got used to the songs being on there, softly humming along while you were chopping up vegetables. then peter would join you, his hands on your waist, swaying you gently to the song. he wasn't pressed right against you, however, he knew better when you had a sharp knife in your hand. he would just wait until u were done, and then he would come closer, kissing your shoulder and up the side of ur neck.
"peter.. can this wait until after dinner?"
"absolutely not.. u look good enough to eat, baby.. much more than dinner.."
"u saying my dinner is shit?"
"no.. just saying i kinda wanna just.."
then his hand was down between your legs, under your sundress and you felt him smirk against your shoulder.
"ur just as well we weren't expecting company.."
"i'd still not have any on even if we were.."
"fuck.."
"you gonna have me as the appetiser?"
"damn right i will.."
he hadn't even finished speaking before he turned you round, dropped to a crouching position and swung one of ur legs over his shoulder. you grabbed the hem of your dress, watching as he buried his face between your legs, nose bumping against your clit while his tongue was absolutely devouring you. you were worried dinner was going to burn but at this rate, you won't last long and it'll only be halfway done when he's finished down there. even more so now that he's stuffed you with two of his fingers, only being egged on by the soft little whimpers and whines you're producing. his grunts and groans in response are vibrating against you, adding a whole new sensation to what he's already giving you.
"peter i'm close.. please, oh.. please.."
he pulled away only for a second to speak.
"beg more, baby.. wanna hear you say you need it so badly, yeah?"
"i do.. please.. need you to let me come, please.."
"c'mon, honey.. more.."
"please.. peter.. can i come? please.. oh god.. please.."
"good girl.. go, you can let go, baby.."
then your legs started shaking, one of his hands rested on your waist, pushing you into the countertop to hold you up. it was all too much and your hands flew to his shoulders, holding them for strength. after a few seconds, he stood up, removing his fingers from inside you and slipping them in your mouth. once you had gotten everything off them, he pulled them out, smirking as he did so.
"see? i told you that you tasted sweet.."
he walked you to the dining table, letting you sit down while he finished making dinner. you gazed at him while he was cooking, his back muscles flexing as he stirred the sauce. he was straight back into domestic husband mode as if he didn't just give you an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm from just his mouth and fingers alone. he served up dinner and gave you a kiss before he sat down.
"sorry i was the only one to have an appetiser, sweetheart.."
"s'alright.. don't worry about it, i'll return the favour later on."
he just smirked as he pushed a forkful of food into his mouth, smirking as he chewed and stared at you.
"yeah? am i dessert now?"
"yeah.. fancied some ice cream, y'know.. minus the ice part.."
he almost choked on his mouthful, the pair of you just laughing at ur attempt at a crude joke. how the both of you can go from being totally normal and domestic, to having the most raw, breathtaking sex ever, to then making dumb jokes is beyond you. but you wouldn't have it any other way with him. he was everything to you and spending (almost) every moment with him was just perfect to you.
#had to end this sweet and fluffy#it just felt right#ty anon for this i do actually think abt this a lot fr#peter quill#peter quill x reader#peter quill smut#peter quill drabble#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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nsfw where the reader is slightly younger than quill (as in late 20s early 30s) and they're neighbors who fuck VERY OFTEN, but there's no title so often at neighborhood events she flirts with neighbors and acts as if her and quill don't fuck and they're neighbors, but she gets extremely jealous when he talks to another female.
just v into jealous!peter smut hehee
oh😖😵💫
you don't even know how you and him started sleeping together. it just kinda, happened. you first met him at someone's birthday party, flirting a little when you went inside to refill your water. he came in to grab a towel, having spilled his beer down himself.
the spill dried up quickly but his t-shirt still reeked of beer. he hadn't turned to face you yet, not really noticing you were there and so he peeled his shirt off. patting his stomach dry, he turned around to find the washing machine and saw you standing there, glass in hand.
"hi.. i uhm.. need in the washing machine.." you looked down realising you were standing in front of it.
"oh.. sorry, here let me put it in.." you took the towel from him and shoved it in. he just nodded at you before heading back outside. you saw him say something to some guy outside before he left. you didn't even look at anything else but his fave but images of him were flashing in your head—images of his body, how built and large he was, images of his body pressed up against yours, images of him pulling down his—
"hey.. can u hear me?" you blinked a few times, looking at one of your friends standing in front of you.
"sorry.. must've zoned out.."
"c'mon.. they're serving up food now.."
the party lasted for a while and peter came back a while after the food was being served—he told you his name after he apologised for kinda freaking you out in the kitchen. you spoke to him for most of the night, before he walked you home. perhaps you shouldn't have invited him in but then he had you lying on the couch, legs wrapped around his waist as he filled you up. that one time became many times, him coming over just to fuck. he craved you, craved the feeling of you around him. very often he would turn up unannounced.
your complaint of "peter.. the plumber's fixing my kitchen sink, can you come back later?" was met with "you don't think you can be quiet?". your complaint of "peter.. my parents are visiting soon.." was met with "don't worry, i'll be quick..".
but to both of you, it was just sex. nothing more, just neighbours, maybe friends, who slept together occasionally. so why is it you got jealous when he flirted with someone else at the barbecue he was hosting. he was manning the grill and she was fawning all over him, giggling at everything he said and feeling up his arms. and that fucker was drinking it all in, loving the attention he was getting. you couldn't be jealous, you weren't together, but you were absolutely seething with rage. but you knew what he'd be like if you went over there too.
"hey peter.. so uhm, how long will the sausages be, hm?" you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes a few times.
"'bout.. 3 minutes or so.. so get yourself ready, yeah?" he didn't even look at you, just focused on turning the meat round. the other woman had long gone and you just smiled at peter and walked off, sneaking inside and waiting on the sofa. he came in five minutes later, standing beside the couch.
"didn't you see i was talking to someone out there?"
"i did.. but she was annoying me.."
"christ.. we're not together, you can't go getting pissed off when i flirt with someone else.."
"but.." you knelt up on the couch, hands on the arm as you pouted at him. he just grabbed your chin, thumb rubbing over your lips.
"my baby gettin' jealous hm?"
"mmhm.."
"in my room, now.. go. i gotta head outside but i'll be back for you in a minute.. be ready."
you went to wait for him on his bed, but he took well more than a minute. you just lay down, hugging one of his pillows and waited for 10 minutes before you gave up and left. didn't even say goodbye as you went out the front door, walking back home. you knew you couldn't get so hung up on him when it was nothing more than casual sex. but he was occupying every waking thought you had.
you stuck an old movie on and lay down on your sofa, hoping it would make you fall asleep faster. after around an hour, your doorbell went. you opened the door to find peter there, a plate covered in aluminium foil in his hands.
"you uhm.. i didn't see you leave, and you missed the food.."
"i'm not in the mood, thanks for the offer though.."
"hey wait, i want to apologise.."
"i waited for you, you never came.."
"no.. but i can make you come now though.."
you just rolled your eyes.
"no?"
"maybe.." you stood back and let him in, shutting the door as he went to your kitchen and set the food down. you followed in after, standing next to him as he rested against the kitchen countertop.
"did you actually get jealous today?"
"well.. yeah.. she was all over you, peter.. don't you get jealous when i flirt with other guys?"
"damn right i do, you're telling me these other guys are gonna be able to make you feel as good as i make you feel? no way.."
then his hand was around your waist and he stepped in front of you, lifting you onto the counter.
"nobody can make you come, except me.. understand?"
"mmhm.." you just smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. he pulled away after a few seconds, dropping his head to kiss your neck, leaving little bites here and there.
"gotta make sure everyone knows you're my girl.."
"your girl?"
"yeah.. my girl.."
after that, you and him were still never technically exclusive but he still called you "my girl" or "my baby"—and every time he said it, it made your heart flutter. he'd always say it after he fucked you on your sofa, and then you'd drape yourself over his thigh, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him lazily until his hand went to grab your waist and rub you against his bare thigh, getting you off once more. then it became "my pretty baby" or "my pretty lil' girl" as you came all over his leg, sighing into his neck as your orgasm washed over you. maybe one day you'd discuss the full extent of your relationship but right now, you were content with what you had with him.
#feeling so😖😖😖#peter quill#peter quill headcanons#peter quill angst#peter quill x reader#peter quill smut#peter quill drabble#peter quill fluff#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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hard yes to nsfw 🫡🫡🫡
i'll just do some little mini drabbles here, the mowing the lawn thing can be kept separate if people want more of that too.
but like peter to me is 100% a giver. like will not stop until ur absolutely spent, until ur breathing is all choked and ur flushed red all over. he will have you every way he can and he'll have you everywhere that he can. making breakfast? he'll stop to bend u over the counter and have u right there. u tell him ur going for a shower? not without him. u had a stressful day and u just want to lie on the couch? ok well don't worry about him kneeling down and shoving his head between ur legs to make u forget about the shitty day u had.
more often than not, he's gentle but not too gentle. he'd rather make u squirm from going too slow than be too rough. he loves watching ur eyes squeeze shut when he pulls almost all the way out only to push all the way back in agonisingly slowly. but there are days when something would happen and he would be pissed off like to the absolute max.
u ask him whats wrong and he just slumps down onto the couch, his head resting over the back of it as he just sighs. if he can go down on u to make u feel better, ur sure u can return the favour now. he doesn't register what ur doing until u take him in ur mouth and he just grunts, his hand grabbing a fistful of ur hair as u bob up and down, trying to take him all in ur mouth but u forget how big and thick he is.
he's sooo into praise while u give him head too. "that's it, baby." "doin' so well for me, honey." "u look so pretty down on ur knees for me, darlin'." so much encouragement and it only pushed u to take more of him in ur mouth, despite how much it was making u gag. the groans mixed in with harsh curse words that fell from peter's lips were just making u more needy, wanting him to just take his anger out on u—and it seems like he got the message.
"don't think i don't.. fuck.. see ur hand baby, already fucked u this morning but look how desperate u are to have it as soon as i get home.. such an insatiable lil thing aren't u?"
ur mouth was stuffed full, u could only nod and that's when he pulled u off him, tapping his thigh to get u to straddle him.
"people.. people can see in.." u looked over at the big front window. peter just smiled.
"well then, better put on a good show, honey."
there wasn't ever really a show when u were riding peter, mostly because he was filling u all the way and u just couldn't help but whimper, tucking ur face into his neck as he bounced u on his cock. he did however, give u more praise.
the phrase "good girl" was ringing in ur ear, his large hands gripping ur waist as he ground ur hips against his. u we're painstakingly close, but u wanted to hold on until he was close. suddenly his hand moved to wrap around ur waist and he lifted u up only slightly before he knelt one knee on the couch and let u lie down, ur legs resting over his thighs. his cock had fallen out of u and u choked back a moan when u felt empty. peter watched u lay there for a moment, ur hands reaching for him, so desperately needing him again.
he pushed his hips against urs, his cock resting over ur skin and watched as ur eyes slowly opened, giving him the softest puppy dog eyes he'd ever seen. u were almost silently begging him to put it back in and who was he to deny u that pleasure. this time he went a little rougher, his hips slamming against the back of ur thighs, the feeling of him filling u up was so overwhelming, u couldn't even think of the bruises u were gonna get tomorrow. then u felt his hand on ur throat, squeezing gently. his hips stuttered and u knew he was close—god knows how u'd held on this long without any sort of release but it was a miracle of some sort.
u both came at the same time, however he pulled out, shooting it across ur stomach while ur legs shook against him and u whined, hands grabbing for him and he took them, squeezing every so often to calm u down. his fingers let go of u to gather up his mess and he let u taste it off him, eyes not leaving his when u took his fingers in ur mouth.
he still made u go for a shower though, and of course he joined u but surprisingly he didn't even think of sex this time. just grabbed the shampoo and washed ur hair, his hands working wonders. he did occasionally turn u around to kiss u and u just giggled every time, making his shitty day today completely forgotten about.
i feel like peter is also definitely into pda, whether that's a kiss in the grocery store aisle whenever he comes back with something off the list that u forgot. or his hand in ur back pocket when u walk together down the street. or his hand around ur waist when ur paying for something. he just looooves showing u off and thinks ur just absolutely the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
he's also very much into coaxing multiple orgasms out of u sometimes. he will try and make u come more than once before he's even halfway close, whether that's going down on u then making u ride his face and then fucking u or just fucking u in different positions and not changing until u've come twice in each position.
had another thought about neighbour!peter but enemies to lovers but i won't elaborate on that rn, don't want to make this too long.
#i just KNOW he's packing and i just KNOW it's heavy#and he knows how to use it#like...... really well#peter quill#peter quill drabble#peter quill x reader#peter quill smut#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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please more corruption kink!! peter taking a pretty innocent little thing and turning them into a huge slut who drops to their knees for him with just a look
this is truly the only thing in my head rn like!!!!!
you're such an angel to everyone in the neighbourhood, always the first one people ask for help. new parents going on date night? you're the babysitter. the lovely old lady across the road needs help with her garden? you're right over there planting new flowers and weeding her driveway. everyone absolutely adores you, complimenting your parents on what a wonderful job they did of raising you.
everyone adores you, especially peter. peter who's new to the neighbourhood but you make sure he knows if he needs any help, you're absolutely more than willing to help him. it starts off innocent at first, he asks you to help him put up a picture frame in the hallway, needing an extra pair of hands to make sure it's centred. then it's tagging along with him to the grocery store, after he realised just how little food he had left in his kitchen.
he's attractive, sure, you can admit that—but you daren't say it to his face. it's late one night and he calls your home phone, relieved when you answer.
"hey.. my grandpa is visiting some family across the country, and the fuckin'.. i don't even know, somethin' is wrong with the water.. i know it's late but i need another pair of hands for this.."
you don't even hesitate to agree and run over to his place, coming in the door without even knocking. he yells out from the bathroom and you gravitate to the sound of his voice. he's laying on the floor, head in the cupboard under the sink and fiddling with stuff. he tells you where to go and how to help and within an hour, the water's back on. then he insists on walking you home afterwards, says he couldn't live with himself if something happened to you.
you both get to your door and you just smile at him, walking inside and turning to shut the door while he just stands there. he's looking at you up and down, making you shiver slightly. he needs something but you're not sure what.
"do you.. uhm.. need any more help?"
"i noticed you.. y'know.."
he stepped forwards now, standing right on your doorstep, towering over you. you gulped and stared up at him, eyes big and wide.
"hm? noticed what?"
"you.. looking at me the way you do.. you wanna know what it's like, don't you.."
"i don't.. i don't know what you're talking about.."
"you ain't ever kissed anyone have you?"
"what.. wh-why.. peter it's late, you should get going.."
he just looked at you, tilted his head and you thought it was quiet enough but he heard you whine under your breath.
"could show you what it's like.. could show you what everything's like.. you want that honey?"
"i've kissed someone before.. and i've had sex.."
"mmhm.. you never been fucked though have you?"
"well, that's what sex is so—"
"no, no.. i mean like fucked.. like outta your mind fucked.."
"peter.."
you didn't really invite him in as such, more so he let himself in. he dragged you to your bedroom, and you went straight to your bed, laying down and waiting for him.
"uh-uh.. you gotta show me, baby.. show me what you know.."
he helped you out of your shorts and just watched as you slowly began to touch yourself, his eyes never leaving yours. you whined, almost obscenely, and he moved onto the bed, kneeling down, lifting your thighs to drape over his.
"keep goin', honey.. doin' real good.."
the sex was downright filthy, he had you reduced to nothing but a whimpering, shaking mess below him. and he had you hooked. you'd be ready at his beck and call whenever he needed anything. there was nothing innocent about the way he'd call you just to get you to suck his dick. there was nothing innocent about the way he'd drag you away from parties, take you home and bend you over the kitchen counter. and there was definitely nothing innocent about the way you were so desperate for him all the time. nothing got you off like he did. sometimes he didn't even have to call you, you'd just miss him and invite yourself over. and he'd be more than willing to give you what you wanted. even if he's busy watching a movie, you'd just sit on his thigh and get yourself off more than once, his soft, but slightly mean, praises ringing in your ear ("such a pretty lil' thing.. needed to get off that badly, hm? couldn't do it yourself?").
he always called you pretty. pretty when you were helping him with something and you smiled at him. pretty when you spun around his kitchen in a new dress and he would compliment you. pretty when you were on your knees, his dick filling up your mouth. pretty when you let him ram into you from behind, tears forming at your eyes. you were his pretty girl, his pretty angel he adored so much. before peter, you weren't ever really concerned with getting yourself off—now every waking thought you had was about him and how you would let him do the absolute nastiest, filthiest things to you. and he did.
#thinking..... but also not bc brain empty#nothing up there except peter#peter quill#peter quill drabble#peter quill headcanons#peter quill x reader#peter quill smut#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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had this thought and now i can't get it out of my mind.
you're new to the neighbourhood, a few people have introduced themselves to you, brought you cookies or pie or pasta bakes and you haven't had a chance to finish them yet—and it's been a month.
you're taking the trash out one day, nothing new, when you notice someone mowing the lawn across the road from you. it was that nice old guy's house, the one who brought you over some key lime pie, which was absolutely delicious. and speaking of delicious, the man mowing the lawn was absolutely one of, no no, the best looking man you'd ever seen. however, you saw no van or truck with any equipment in it so he must live nearby. he noticed you standing in your driveway, trash bag in hand and he smiled and waved. he turned off the mower and jogged across the road to say hello.
he was so much taller, and bigger, up close. you didn't expect it, and surprisingly, you didn't falter at all when you spoke to him, learned his name was peter and he lived with nice cookie guy, who turned out to be his grandfather. he even offered to mow your lawn, which was getting slightly overgrown and you more than happily obliged.
he came over the next day, a day even hotter than the day before. halfway through mowing your lawn, he peeled his t-shirt off, slinging it over his shoulder. you watched from your sofa, moaning slightly as you saw his upper body muscles flex when his shirt came off. his slightly wavy, curly hair was getting damp, the heat from the sun making him sweat profusely. you had no idea what prompted you to make him a glass of ice cold water and bring it to him but you did anyway. watching as his throat bobbed when the liquid went down, a gasp leaving his lips when he finally stopped drinking.
that was not supposed to be a turn on but oh my god, the way his throat moved, the way his eyes squeezed shut. he was insane. he thanked you and handed you the glass back, and now you decided to falter and you dropped the glass. you frantically went down to pick it up and apologised before running back inside. you had no idea he followed you back inside until you turned around in your kitchen and he was stood there, a soft apologetic look on his face.
he spoke first, and you let the conversation flow until you must've accidentally blurted out that you thought he was attractive. he stepped towards you, almost cornering you against the kitchen counter. he was so smug now, grinning at you.
"need me to stop? or should i keep going?"
all you could muster out was a moan and not a second later, his arms were under your thighs, lifting you onto the counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. his lips attached to your neck, leaving soft kisses and nips, little bruises and marks forming across your neck.
he only came over to mow your lawn.
#idk i think i'm going feral.#feeling like that peter griffin gif of him in the straightjacket#bouncing off the walls when will peter quill mow my lawn and then kiss me in the kitchen#peter quill#peter quill x reader#peter quill drabble#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#text post
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would love your take on enemies to lovers neighbour!peter plsplspls 🥹🥹
nsfw or not totally up to you lady
okokok omg im so excited abt this
so like it all starts at a neighbourhood barbecue. you don't recognise him so you ask around about who he is. a few people aren't sure themselves until you ask the old guy who lives across the street to you. turns out he's his grandfather and he only moved back a month ago.
you go up and introduce yourself, welcome him to the neighbourhood and admittedly, he's a bit of a douchebag at first. not really saying much, just drinking his beer and nodding along to what ur saying. after a few minutes u just give up the conversation and move on to talk to someone else.
the next week you bump into him on a walk round the neighbourhood but he just nods at you and moves along. you just think he's not a very talkative person until the next week when ur invited to his grandfather's birthday party.
ur in the kitchen pouring urself a glass of ice cold water when he walks in. ur about to speak to him until he just walks past and goes up the stairs. when he comes back down u confront him.
"look.. i have no idea what ur problem is with me, but i'd like to know.."
"i don't have one.."
"i'm trying to be a friendly neighbour, i'm trying to be nice—"
"i don't need nice.. i need you to get out my way.."
"not until u tell me why u, for some reason, hate me."
"i don't want to be the focal point of the neighbourhood.. big whoop i moved in with my grandfather, u'd think i'm a fucking local celeb the way people want to ask me shit all the fucking time.."
"well i'm sorry for being nice.. jesus.."
"well don't be."
"asshole." u muttered as u moved out his way, going back to the freezer to grab some ice.
"i heard that."
"yeah? good."
maybe it was the sun blaring down through the windows, or the heated conversation but in some way shape or form he now had you in his bed, his lips against your neck. his teeth grazed your skin as he pressed against you further, feeling him through his jeans and your thin underwear under your sundress.
he acted nice to you in public after that, offering to help around the house when in reality he was just looking for a quick fuck. he was going back to his old ways, he should've hated himself but the way you were always ready and willing for him, he just couldn't give you up. he would have you aby way he could. on your bed as he fucked u missionary, in the shower against the tiled wall and in the kitchen on his knees, his head buried between your legs as you burn the food you were cooking—to which u then return the favour after he put up a shelf in ur kitchen, u on ur knees, one of his hands fisted in ur hair while he was filling up your mouth.
and you were determined to get him riled up. every barbecue, you'd purposely flirt with the nearest single guy, knowing peter would get angry when he'd catch you. you laughed so much louder than you normally would, hand reaching out for the other man's arm, feeling him up almost. peter would come over then, join in the conversation until the other man would walk away and peter would just tell you to leave and go back home. you knew he'd follow suit in 5 minutes.
"you gonna tell me what the fuck that was back there?"
"you didn't like it?"
"of course i fucking didn't like it."
"is someone.. jealous?"
"what? no.. i—"
"we're not exclusive peter."
"no, i know that.. but.."
"but what?"
he was standing in your kitchen, hands grabbing the countertop edge, knuckles going white as he gripped even harder.
"but i want us to be.. shit, i really thought i hated you.. but then we slept together and fuck, the sex was so fucking good.."
holy shit. he was about to confess everything to you.
"and i kinda realised.. i want to do it all the time.. but y'know.. sometimes less hate-fuelled.."
"peter, i.."
"just.. shh.." he had rounded the countertop now, stood chest to chest with you as his arm went round your waist, pulling you towards him.
"let me kiss you.."
"o-ok.."
and fuck, was it good. there was zero hate behind it, it was soft, gentle, loving. he even smiled against your lips. you were so giddy, your arms around his shoulder as u felt him lift u up, sitting u on the countertop. his hands ran up and down ur thighs while he kissed u, moving down to ur neck and u just smiled, ur face turning a soft shade of pink. once he pulled away, u whined at the loss of contact.
"i know i did this wrong but.. do u wanna have dinner with me sometime? like a real, proper date.."
"yeah.. yeah i'd like that.."
#need him to fuck me stupid then fall in love w me#peter quill drabble#peter quill smut#peter quill x reader#peter quill#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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Can you may-haps do one with Quill with a corruption kink🫣 (I just feel like it’s something he’d have)
oh yes he definitely does.
you moved away to a different state for college, hoping to maybe find a boyfriend, settle down and get a good job—and you got none of those things. you did kiss a few guys at parties but it never really went any further. didn't get the job you wanted either, so now you're back living with your parents, which isn't really helping your "find a boyfriend" case.
that's when you spot him. he's out in the driveway talking to your dad, arms folded over his chest as he laughs and throws his head back at something your dad said. you don't know who be is, perhaps a new neighbour you assume.
"who was that?"
"peter, he lives across the road.. just moved back in from being away for a while."
peter. it kinda suits him. and you kinda wanna get to know him more. so you decide to bake cookies and take them over to his, or rather, his grandpa's place. he answered the door with a smile, grinning even more when he saw the baked goods.
"those for us?"
"yeah! i studied culinary arts in college and well, you're new to the neighbourhood so thought i'd put my skills to use and be a good neighbour.."
oh you were so cute. he leaned against the doorframe with his forearm, grabbing a cookie with his other hand and taking a bite.
"oh my god.. these are fuckin' delicious.. here bring them in, my grandpa's out the back.." he stood back from the doorway, letting you in and following you through to the back door, opening it to let you out. he looked you up and down as you walked out, his mind just racing with the absolute filthiest thoughts about you.
once his grandpa took one, you came back inside and left him the tray of cookies in the kitchen, before walking back out his house. you waved at him from across the street and he shut his front door after you went back inside your own house. oh he was done for.
the next week, your parents hosted a mini barbecue, just for family that were visiting but you absolutely begged them to invite peter and his grandpa. which was now how you were sat by the edge of your pool, legs dangling in the water while you ate a strawberry popsicle. peter was sat next to you, his hands leaning back behind him on the ground.
he had to suppress every single thought in his mind as he caught sight of you sucking on the popsicle, your lips turning a dark shade of red. he had to say something or else he'd go insane.
"you think i don't know what you're doing?"
"hm?" you turned to him, popsicle still between your lips as you gazed up at him slightly, with absolutely no clue what he's on about.
"oh c'mon.. so you didn't deliberately sit beside me with that thing and eat it the way you're eating it?"
"no.. am i eating it wrong?"
"no, no.. just.. forget it.." he got up and walked away, grabbing a beer from the ice box and heading inside, chucking the cap into the bin before taking a sip.
"i want you to explain to me what you thought i was doing.." he jumped, turning around to see you standing there, your popsicle gone and your lips still dark red.
"don't think i should.. go back outside.."
"no, i want to know, peter.." you moved around the island now, standing next to him. god, if you weren't standing next to a floor to ceiling window, he'd bend you right over the counter and take you right there.
"you really wanna know?"
"yes."
"thought you were deliberately sucking on that popsicle, trying to get my dick hard.. thought you were imagining things, like pretending that popsicle was my dick.. but judging by that gasp, you don't know what the fuck i'm on about.."
"oh.. well uhm.. was i doing it right?"
"doing what right?"
"the way i was uhm.. sucking on the popsicle, was i doing it right?"
he just looked at you, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head slightly.
"you never sucked a dick before?" you shook your head.
"you ever kissed anyone?" this time you nodded.
"well that's one thing i don't have to teach you.."
and you couldn't say no to that. so now you were on your knees in front of him as he sat on the edge of your bed. his hand fisted in your hair as you tried to take him all in your mouth. he was big but it felt so good. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him, watching as his eyes screwed shut and he groaned out, the noises he was making were absolutely obscene.
he pulled you off him, his hand cupping your chin as you placed your hands on his knees. he tilted his head again, ever so slightly, almost like he was figuring you out, or figuring out what to do next. you just whimpered at the words that left his mouth next.
"y'wanna know something.. the day you came over with those cookies.. i thought you were so cute. in that pretty little flowery sundress.. wanted to just bend you over the kitchen counter, fill you up and watch you squirm.. you'd make a good lil' slut, don't you think? all for me?"
"mmhm.."
he didn't technically become your boyfriend, partly because you think your parents would kill you if they found out. but you did go over to his place occasionally, waiting until he was alone so you could be as loud as he wanted you to be. the first time he had sex with you, he was gentle but you begged him for more.
"you used to be so innocent, baby.. what happened, hm? this dick got you all messed up, huh.."
"mmf.. please.. need more.. please.."
you were on your stomach, spread out in front of him on your bed, your hips lifted up so he can fuck into you, grinding against you whenever he filled you up all the way. all you wanted was a boyfriend, a cute boyfriend to send you flowers, or kiss you softly whenever he had to leave—and instead you got the man across the street to dick you down whenever your parents went to the grocery store. then you became hooked, touching yourself at night and thinking of him, thinking of the next night you'd get to see him and he could give you your fix. he was like a drug, he made you feel so good and you were addicted.
weeks ago you wouldn't even think about touching yourself over anyone, and now you're whimpering, making yourself come while you whine out his name, wishing he was here beside you to fill you up. he had you wrapped around his finger and you knew whenever he called, you'd come running, ready to drop to your knees or spread yourself out for him. and he'd call you his "good girl", tell you you were doing so good, how pretty you looked all wet for him, and only him.
but still, at times you'd play the innocent card, knowing it riled him up. the sun was hitting the front of your house just right, so you dragged the sun lounger from your garage and sat it in your front garden. laying down, you made sure peter was home, noticing him walk through his house. it wasn't long before he caught sight of you and came over.
"gettin' a tan?"
"mmhm.. ur welcome to join me if you want.."
and that he did, until the sun moved and you both went round the back of your house. he moved his lounger right next to yours and ran his hand over your leg.
"peter.."
"hm?"
you didn't say anything else, just let him slide his hand under your bikini bottom, two fingers slipping through your folds before he plunged them inside you. your hands grabbed at his wrist, squeezing your thighs around his arm, whining and squirming on the lounger. he said nothing as he added another finger and you felt tears in your eyes as you came, legs shaking. he pulled his fingers out and you clawed at his hand to take them in your mouth, licking them clean.
"always gotta have somethin' in your mouth, baby.."
oh he really had you hooked. you were both absolutely head over heels obsessed with each other. and you wouldn't want it any other way when he always makes you feel this good.
#im goin insane!!!!!! goin feral!!!!!!#need to be put in a cell with padded walls#peter quill#peter quill smut#peter quill headcanons#peter quill drabble#peter quill x reader#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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thinking about domestic quill makes my head spin, he’d be so much fun to live with 🥲🥲🥲🥲
😖no like he 100% would
he'd be the best at making u laugh when ur feeling a little down, knowing just how to cheer u up.
he's not a very good sleeper and u notice when u wake up and he's sitting on the sofa reading at like 3am. u get and up and move to put some music on, quietly in the background and he immediately perks up. he finds u and slow dances with u for a while until he yawns and u drag him back to bed, letting him pass out asleep.
sobbing crying at the thought of him running a bath and asking u to share it with him. ur leaning back against his chest while he runs his hands through ur hair, then he's rubbing bubbles into ur skin. there's no sexual undertones either, he just wants u to relax and be with him in the moment.
he will 100% help out with the cooking. he mostly chops up the vegetables though, but if the doorbell goes or u need to nip to the bathroom, he'll take over. humming to some tune while ur busy. when u come back to him, u can't help but smile.
sometimes it's literally just the most mundane, boring things that send u into a head spin. like if ur walking to the kitchen and u bump into him, or u go to the bathroom and wait for him to come out so u can go in. just the little things that make u realise u actually live together and he's in love with u.
he greets u with a kiss wherever he goes too. if he's going to mow the lawn, he'll kiss u before he goes outside. if he's going to make breakfast while ur still in bed, he kisses ur cheek and gets up. he just absolutely adores kissing u.
there are a lot of makeout sessions on the sofa, some lead to sex but most of the time he ducks his head, his lips on ur neck and then he's lost his footing. u both end up on the floor, he's groaning and ur laughing. he tells u it's not funny but the smirk on his face says otherwise.
u two will occasionally visit his grandpa down the street (peter wanted his own place with u but he didn't want to move completely away). and somehow his grandpa seemed to just have even more embarrassing baby photos of peter to show u while he just grimaces and tries to hide them.
it's not really early days in ur relationship but it's been just over a year and he's already thinking about marriage. he kinda slips it out one day, ur lying in bed together when he asks u—"u ever think about marriage?". u admit u haven't but getting to call peter ur husband? makes u feel all dizzy inside.
#<3 domesticity <3#peter quill#peter quill x reader#peter quill smut#peter quill fluff#peter quill headcanons#peter quill drabble#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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₊‧.°.⋆˚₊‧⋆. sam's masterlist post !!
peter mowing your lawn
peter mowing your lawn part 2
nsfw headcanons part 1
nsfw headcanons part 2
sfw peter headcanons
pillow talk with peter
enemies to lovers with peter
peter sneaking sex songs into another playlist
aftercare with peter
nascar racer peter
peter x nurse!reader
riding peter
domestic peter
corruption kink with peter
more corruption kink with peter
husband!peter
onlyfans!peter
age gap + jealous!peter
age gap with peter
more age gap with peter
more age gap with peter part 2
breeding kink with peter
flirting with neighbour peter
oral fixation + peter's dog tags
more oral fixation with peter
peter + sleeve tattoos
hatefucking with peter
more hatefucking with peter
hatefucking + age gap
dad's best friend!peter
peter fucking you outside a dive bar
peter's in a cover band
kids soccer coach!peter
tw drug use peter snorting cocaine off you
rockstar!peter x groupie!reader
pr relationship with rockstar!peter
rockstar!peter + brooklyn baby
making a sextape with rockstar!peter
rockstar!peter + pregnant groupie
being needy for rockstar!peter
neighbour!peter meeting your parents after fucking you
rockstar!peter + daddy
falling for rockstar!peter after starring in a mv with him
peter getting a tattoo of your name on his chest
protective rockstar!peter
being inexperienced with owen
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#felt like my blog needed this#my masterlist#peter quill#peter quill drabble#peter quill smut#peter quill x reader#peter quill angst#peter quill headcanons#peter quill fluff#peter quill fic#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#text post
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obsessed w thinking about peter x reader where there’s a big age gap BYE
i hope u don't mind me sneaking this into another thought i had about peter
peter's a very active person. he tries to stay in shape as much as he can, whether that's going to the gym and lifting weights, or going for a morning run, or playing some sports at the local leisure club. he generally enjoys tennis the best, it lets him work on his arms a lot more.
he's usually there on the far court while there's lessons on for the kids in the first court. he normally doesn't have a partner to play against, so he mostly just practices his serves. then regrets that decision when he has to retrieve all the tennis balls he hit onto the other side of the court.
a few months later and he's back on the court, looking at all the kids waiting for the instructor to arrive. 15 minutes go by and he's still not there so he walks over and introduces himself.
"i'm not really an instructor but if you need adult supervision, i can watch you guys while you practice?" the kids just shrug their shoulders and start taking turns on the court while peter stands back and observes. he'll occasionally chip in with advice or feedback and by the end of the night, the kids are having fun at least.
then the kids get picked up, one by one from their parents and peter introduces himself to them, some he already knows from the neighbourhood and the parents are just thankful they had someone watching them.
then you came, you were somewhat younger than some of the other parents and peter looked at you while you stood next to the oldest kid in the group. you introduced yourself as the kid's older sister, and how you've just moved back from being away at college for the last 6 years.
he was hooked and he couldn't explain why. he wanted to see you again, and again, and again. he wanted to kiss you, hold you, make you feel so good.
then he bumped into you on his morning run and stopped to chat for a while. the chat turned flirty and he ended up asking you out on a date. he invited you over and he cooked for you, but he wasn't finished when you turned up. admittedly you were a bit early but both of you didn't mind. he just chatted to you while he finished cooking, and sometimes he had to encourage you to speak up. you were getting lost in a daydream, staring at his arms, his neck, the way his shirt clung to his chest, his curly hair falling over his forehead.
"you don't think this is.. weird do you?"
"w-what is?"
"y'know.. our ages.."
"oh.. no, i don't think so.. do you?"
"not if you don't.." he said it with a smile and you were done for. dinner went agonisingly slowly, but as soon as you were done, you dragged him to the couch, sitting on his lap as you kissed him. he pulled away for a second.
"someone's eager.."
"i need you.. please.."
he happily obliged, kissing you before moving to lay you down on the couch, kissing down your neck and pushing your shirt up to kiss down your stomach. he was experienced and you were more than thankful for it.
you spend more time with peter than you realise, him even giving you some lessons on the court. he's handsy and you just gently tell him off but he kisses your neck and you immediately shut up. he comes over to fix a shelf in your room and before you know it, he's rocking into you slowly while you lay on your bed, his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. there's no way in hell that your parents would even think about letting you kiss someone like peter, let alone sleep with him or date him. but you wanted to be his, you wanted to be the only person he kissed, the only person he slept with and you wanted to be his girlfriend.
he treated you like you were a princess, making sure you knew he loved and adored you. he would call you at night just to talk to you and hear your voice, he would steal kisses at parties when nobody was looking before he dragged you away to fuck in the nearest bathroom. the only person who knew was your best friend.
"so like.. how old is he?"
"not that much older.. late thirties.."
"oh my god.. so what's he like?"
"he is so attentive, knows how to make me feel good.. also, like an extremely good kisser.."
you were sat in your garden with her, your parents gone out for the day. then a knock at your back gate made you jump before you saw peter standing behind it. you ushered him in and he took a seat next to you, his hand going round your shoulder and pulling you into his side. his arm draped over your chest and you took his hand in yours, fingers intertwined.
"so you're the infamous older man boyfriend she's been hiding?"
"yeah.. that would be me.." he spoke with a soft chuckle, kissing your forehead afterwards.
after a few hours, your friend left to go home and it was just you and peter alone.
"you reckon you can keep quiet if i fuck you out here?"
"peter!"
you didn't technically fuck him out there, you got on your knees and sucked him off instead. his hand fisted in your hair as you looked up at him, your eyes big and wide.
"fuck, keep lookin' at me like that and i won't last long, honey."
he always had a pet name for you, for every occasion. "baby" when you were slow dancing in his kitchen, "honey" when he invited you over and he heard you come in through the front door, "sweetheart" when he wanted something from you, "darlin'" when he greeted you at his front door. or "baby" when he was slowly filling you up with his dick, "honey" when you got on your knees for him, "sweetheart" when his head was between your legs and you were moaning so sweetly for him, "darlin'" when he had you against a wall, his teeth grazing your neck.
the dates, the sex, the kisses, they were all great but you couldn't help your fluttering heart whenever you brought up the age gap and he didn't even mind it. you would always have these fleeting moments of terror that one day he's gonna realise he doesn't want you because of it but then he kisses you so sweetly and makes you forget all about your worries. he was yours, he told you it everyday. and not just that—he wanted to be yours. the age gap long forgotten about and all you wanted to focus on was him.
#now im thinking abt peter being experienced and reader being inexperienced............. oh#hm much to think about#peter quill#peter quill smut#peter quill headcanons#peter quill fluff#peter quill drabble#peter quill x reader#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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but can we get your take on Peter filling someone up and creampieing them, but breeding kink kinda vibe i feel he'd he a dilf let's be real
no thoughts head empty rn..........
he's 100% the type to ask you where you want it, and more often than not, you tell him "my stomach". but then there's one day you beg him, plead with him to not pull out and his head gets all fuzzy. he's absolutely thought about it on more than one occasion, the idea of him actually filling you up, watching it drip out of you before he pushes it back in with his thick fingers.
he couldn't believe you just said it for real. he starts going slower, wanting to savour every moment before his release. you're just a whining mess below him, breath all ragged and tears forming in your eyes as you feel him go so deep inside you—you swear you'd let him break you in half if he could. he makes you come once, twice before he's even close. his fingers working on your sensitive area to make you come a third time before he fills you up, his release letting go inside you. he's groaning, grunting in your ear as he rests his head on your shoulder.
"god.. fuck, baby.. jesus—" he cuts himself off with a grunt, snapping his hips into you as he lets the last of his release dribble out. he sits up and back on his heels, pulling out of you and watching as his come dribbles out of you. he wants to push it back in but stops himself, but then you speak.
"push it back in.. please?" you ask him so sweetly and how could he say no. he runs two of his fingers up your folds, pushing it back in and you whine, begging him to let you come again. and again, how could he say no? he curls his fingers inside you, the palm of his hand rutting against your nub, driving you insane. you came once again, and now you were absolutely spent. he pulled his fingers out of you and grabbed the towel off the bed and wiped the sticky mixture off of them. he leaned down to kiss you and you just wrapped your arms around his neck. he rolled over, letting you straddle him as he continued kissing you.
"i.. love you.. love you so much, baby.." he spoke in between kisses, his hands cupping your face. you couldn't help but blush, ducking your face into his neck.
#MMMMMF BRAIN SHORT CIRCUITING#peter quill#peter quill x reader#peter quill drabble#peter quill smut#peter quill fluff#peter quill headcanons#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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the age-gap stories with him r so good…maybe more plz? :)
me when i make this my entire brand fr fr
peter being so into you when he knows he probably shouldn't is just so!!!!! and you think he's hot as fuck, so you desperately try and flirt your way into his bed whenever you see him. but he shoots you down every time, even though he wants you just as badly.
the first time you kiss him, it wasn't even a proper kiss. you're in college, and you're at a house party, a few blocks away from peter's house. he goes over to your house, returning a pyrex dish he got from you when you brought him some casserole from your parents. but they weren't in and neither were you. he asked around, trying to make sure you were ok. then one of your friends told him where you were and he drove straight there, fighting his way through the crowd of people to find you slumped on a sofa in the back garden. he took you home and put you to bed, but you grabbed his shirt and kissed him, whining when he pulled away.
"i can't do this.. we can't do this.."
he made sure you were asleep before he walked next door back to his place. he couldn't sleep that night, the taste of you still lingering on his lips. he grabbed his dick through his sweatpants and groaned, but he couldn't do it. he couldn't do it while thinking of you. it wasn't right.
but then you're laying on your bed the next thursday, your parents hosting a barbecue out in your backyard. you can see him from your window, standing drinking a beer by the pool, talking to some of the other neighbours. you were sat on your window-seat, staring out at him and you waved when he looked up at you. he hasn't seen you since that kiss and he figures now is a good time to talk about it. although he probably shouldn't have, because when he goes inside and comes up to your room, he sees you walking around your room, wearing a skirt that barely covers your ass and a ringer-style crop top.
"hi.."
"yeah.. uhm.. hi.. we need to talk.."
"mmhm?" you hop up on your bed, sitting back on your heels as he comes to stand at the edge of it, facing you. he thinks you look so cute.
"look.. i'm flattered that you're interested in me.. but, we can't do this.. ok?"
"why not?" you pouted then, watching as his jaw clenched. you knew his words were a lie but you thought, the more you act all cute and sweet to him, the easier that he'll break.
"you're way, way too young for me.."
"not that young.. i'm old enough to drink.."
"i just.. i can't.."
"we don't have to tell anyone.."
he paused, his fist clenching by his side. he hadn't even realised he'd stepped closer to your bed, until he felt his knees hit the mattress. then your hands were on his chest as you leant up to him.
"i know you want to fuck me.. my window's open right now, but.. i promise you i'll be quiet.."
"you promise?"
"mmhm.. i promise.."
in the end, you didn't need to promise you'd be quiet. he had you face down against the mattress, your moans and whimpers muffled by your pillow. his hand gripped at your skirt as he bunched it around your waist, pulling you back and forth against him, his eyes staring down, lost in the way your pussy was hugging his dick. if he wasn't hooked on you before, he definitely was now.
#i need to be his controversially younger gf pls#lowkey feel like he'd be so good at hatefucking#peter quill#peter quill drabble#peter quill x reader#peter quill smut#guardians of the galaxy#gotg#✎ peter quill#answered#anon
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