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sprung spring | eat me | peter quill {m}

PROMPTS USED:

Impulse + “Open your mouth” + in a kitchen ( on counter/table) + with food + distracting each other with sex + “you know… there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

NOTES:

Fun fact... Astrilde is another older MCU original character. Although until now, this very moment, she resided solely in my teeny lil brain. Idk why, but when I put this prompt set together I was like, this is perfect to test her with Starlord. And so, I did.

Second fun fact. Astrilde is to Norse mythology what Cupid is to all of us, IIRC. I could be wrong here, but I do believe I remember her being the ‘goddess’ or deity of love, something akin to Cupid. If I’m wrong, soz. That’s why I chose her name. And yes.. She is another one of Odin’s ‘spoils’ of war. Like Loki, Frigga took to her, this is why she wasn’t locked away with their other sister.

Third fun fact... I feel like the rust is finally coming off and it feels great, so... enjoy I guess?

PAIRING:

Starlord / Peter Quill x OFC, Astrilde

WARNINGS:

Sex in a kitchen. Liiight foodplay. Oral sex. Body fluids. A cute attempt at dirty talk... Oh, unprotected sex because guess what, kids? The bitch who wrote this forgot to slip in a condom being put on, yet again.. Breeding kink if you squint ( and no, it’s NOT on Peter’s end, hehe.)

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PETER & ASTRILDE in

EAT ME

Black Sabbath blasted from the kitchen area of their wing and Peter Quill raised a brow, making his way towards the sound. He leaned in the doorway, toying with the towel wrapped around his neck and he snickered to himself as he watched the blonde within the room dance around the kitchen gathering fruit, whipped cream and a generous sized jar of Nutella. Their snack of choice for the little movie night tradition they’d started about a month ago, when neither of them could sleep and both found themselves awake in the wee morning hours. He couldn’t help but smile to himself a little more as he watched her moving around the kitchen.

Just as Joan Jett began to play and the blonde in question began to sway her hips side to side and sing along, a throat cleared from behind Peter.

He turned and found himself body to body with Thor. Thor shook his head and folded his arms over his chest. “I see you’re watching her again. You do that a lot. And maybe, as her brother, I’m not fond of it.”

Peter swallowed hard, a glare forming. He scoffed and shook his head. Peter and Astrilde were just close friends, that was all.

Wasn’t it?

For just a second, he paused as he reasoned with himself. She was quite literally, part goddess. And despite how far he’d come, he still had a long road ahead because the pain and the memories remained. Being around her made him happy almost instantly and it kept his mind off of all the things in his past that had gone wrong. He hoped that her being around her made her happy and a lot less homesick for the place that she and her brothers hailed from.

They were just friends and yet… Thor and Loki both seemed to enjoy breathing down his neck about her.

They did it almost daily.

Not to mention, lately… Peter couldn’t deny there was something building between the two of them. The last thing he needed was her two brothers catching wind and driving a wedge into their friendship.

Her throat cleared from behind Thor, putting the standoff between the two men to a dead halt. Thor immediately thrust out his shirt to his younger half sister. “Put it on.”

“I’m an adult, Thor. And it’s hot.” Astrilde argued, pouting up at her brother. Thor gave her a dirty look, then he tried handing the shirt to her again. Astrilde gave a soft laugh as she shook her head slowly. Icewater eyes drifted from Thor to Peter Quill and pouty lips curved upward. Her hand raised, tangling in thick waves. “Starlord, hi.”

“Oh don’t start that again.” Thor grumbled, stepping from between the two and moving into the kitchen, helping himself to a few banana slices and some white grapes. He leaned against the kitchen island, watching them like a hawk.

When Loki appeared beside Thor, Astrilde’s smile turned to a pout and she muttered something to herself that Peter couldn’t quite make out.

But then, she spoke up.

“Don’t both of you have somewhere to be right now?”

Thor and Loki shared a look, eyes shifting to their youngest sibling. Loki nodded to Peter, giving him the usual dismissive nod. “I see you’re entertaining peasants again. We’ve discussed this. To use your gift on… that man.. Is to squander it, Astrilde.”

“I repeat.. Both of you have somewhere to be. Is this correct? I love you both but you have to realize that I’m no little girl anymore. You do not have to guard me every waking moment. My virtue is mine to protect… Or to squander. ” Astrilde repeated it again, more firmly. Her eyes darted from Thor to Loki and after a few seconds, she was taking hold of each of their arms, gently leading them both towards the door. “Go on, you two. I know good and well that both of you have dates tonight. It is rude to keep a woman waiting.”

“But…” Thor protested, giving Peter some serious side eye. “You do not need to be alone with the likes of him. I can call my Jane. Perhaps we can go out another night.”

Thor got the distinct sense that his younger half sibling was up to something, she and Loki shared a certain look in their eyes whenever they were. And right now, Astrilde’s eyes were practically glowing with mischief… With something else, too. Thor didn’t even want to think about it.

“You… get whatever you came for and leave. Otherwise, you won’t enjoy the dire consequence.” Loki’s gaze flickered over Peter as he squared up. Truth be told, the writing was already there on the wall, the chips were in place and set to fall where they may. Loki enjoyed seeing his younger half sister happy. But the man was crude. And a mere mortal. His apprehension stemmed from his concern for Astrilde’s happiness. But he knew her well enough by now to know that once she made up her mind, she stopped at nothing to accomplish what she wanted.

He’d seen her bend the will of many men before.

He grumbled and under her warning gaze, he saw himself out too, catching up to Thor in the hallway.

Once they were alone in the kitchen, Astrilde took a deep breath and switched her focus. Peter was standing by the fridge now, peering into it, digging around. She slunk up behind him, pressing the icy bottled water to the back of his neck just as he straightened to full height. Peter tensed ever so slightly, a quiet hiss coming at the icy sensation against heated skin. He turned to face her, staring down as she held up the bottled water, giving him one of those mischief filled little smiles.

“I thought you’d be coming in thirsty.” Astrilde’s soft laugh filled the thickening tension and heavy silence between the two of them and Peter found himself stepping just a little closer.

Everything he’d been thinking about heavily as of late chose that exact second to flood his brain and before he could stop himself, his hand was wandering down, resting cautiously against the curve of her left hip. With his other hand, he took the bottled water, clearing his throat, brown eyes darting to the tray heaped with sliced fruit behind her on the counter and he chuckled.

“Someone was hungry.” Peter managed to get the words out while trying not to stare at her too hard. Because he was noticing all these little things about her lately… And the more he stared lately, the more he found himself drawn in deeper.

He had to stop it from happening.

But as he stood there, one thing became apparent… Did he really want to stop it, whatever this was, from happening?

No… No, he didn’t.

Astrilde shrugged mysteriously, not bothering to break his gaze when his eyes finally locked on her again. She raised a hand, toying with his chest, her other hand resting on a broad and muscular shoulder. She felt him going slack under her touch and her smile grew. “ It’s too bad that none of that is what I truly want.” she pouted at the last word.

Peter coughed, found himself stepping closer. “Oh yeah? I mean, it looks pretty good to me.” his eyes moved from the petite blonde pressed against him lightly to the tray of fruit behind her. To distract himself, he twisted the cap off the bottled water, guzzling half of it down in a hurry.

“Well, like I said. None of it is what I truly want.” her voice was this soft purr as a fingertip danced over his chest again. Peter bit his lip to stop the groan threatening to break free from his mouth. He chuckled lightly.

She had to be up to something. She was certainly in a playful mood today.

His voice took on a similar teasing tone when he stepped closer. It hit him then just how perfectly her forehead hit the center of his chest. He tried to shove that out, but it was joined with how good soft curves felt molded to his body. And he tried to shove out that thought too, but it was no use. His eyes locked on her lips, their soft almost candied apple color. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath almost immediately after. The feeling that Astrilde was up to something only grew. “Oh yeah? Well what is it you really want, hm?”

Astrilde caught on to the fact that Peter was fully unaware of exactly what she was up to, as per usual. The thought had her giggling softly, raising to tiptoe to give a playful fluff to his hair. In doing that, she made sure to mold her body almost completely against his. She heard the catching of his breath in his throat and she broke away just a shade, staring up at his mouth intently.

Did she keep going? Or did she back down?

Keep going, of course.

“Are you gonna answer me, Astrilde?” Peter tried his best to keep what he thought was a firm tone, but his voice wavered slightly, getting thicker and lower with each word as it came. He found himself pressing against her just a little more.

“Mhm. Are you sure you can’t guess first though, Peter?” she was pressing closer, reaching out behind her and grabbing a strawberry, taking a bite. The juice from the fruit trickled down the corners of her mouth and naturally, Peter’s eyes caught on it. And before he could stop himself, he was reaching out, smearing his thumb over it. And then he was raising his thumb to her lips, resting it almost casually against them.

God, they were every bit as soft as he thought. The sudden tightening of his sweats had him shuffling his feet, hoping to hell that she didn’t feel him getting hard.He opened his mouth, closing it again quickly when he realized that of course, no words were coming.

And he was never the kind of guy without something to say.

“I..” he finally managed, after a struggle.

“Yeah?” Astrilde was on her tiptoes again, her mouth dangerously close to his. So close that when she spoke, her lips brushed right up against his. She bit back a whimper. Each and every little touch had her practically purring. And yet, left her wanting more, just like she always seemed to where Peter Quill was concerned. “Open your mouth, Peter.” she instructed after raising the hand that held the remaining half of the strawberry she’d bitten into in it. She had to do something.

She needed something to do to break the ice. Just until she figured out whether she was about to make a serious mistake.

Peter’s lips parted and Astrilde stuck the strawberry between them. Peter bit into it, groaning at the overripe sweetness. And at the way it felt when she moved just a little and wound up rubbing herself right against him.

Could she feel what she was fucking doing to him right now?

He wasn’t entirely sure.

On the one hand, her face was flushed and she kept making these soft little noises whenever she did. On the other, she didn’t seem to react other than that. And with Astrilde being as playful as she was, it was always hard for anyone to tell just what was going on in her head.

His resolve snapped after that happened. He couldn’t have taken it a second longer if he tried. Fingers dug into either one of her hips and she went from merely pressed against him to being molded against his body. If he needed any assurance that what he was thinking about doing was the right thing, the way her eyes fluttered open and closed only to open again and the little lip lick that accompanied this was going to have to be enough.

His hands roamed downward going from her hips to squeeze her ass and rub her against him even more as he slid her up his body and sat her on the counter, right next to the tray of fruit.

Her legs squeezed at his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she wrapped her arms around his neck, staring at his mouth intently. Despite having gotten this far in her little plan to finally clue him in to her true feelings… She wasn’t entirely sure how to proceed.

Lucky for her, Peter seemed to be willing to take the lead. His lips latched onto her top lip, tugging it between them and she moaned quietly, rubbing against him as she scooted forward to be closer. Her lips tugged impatiently at his lower lip and when his tongue slipped out, trailing over the outline of her mouth, she gasped and a shiver went racing down her spine.

His hands moved over her thighs, gripping and squeezing. The classic rock that he normally preferred gave way to some newer music, a guy that Natasha had Astrilde listening to lately called Somo or something. The suggestive lyrics to the song Mirror only seemed to add another layer of tension to the air around them and it was hitting him hard and fast that it was really hard to breathe. One hand left her thigh, tangling in thick blonde waves at the back of her head, pulling her mouth against his all over again, deeper. He felt her fingertips digging into his shoulder and dragging carefully over his scalp on the other hand as it came to rest on the back of his neck.

His tongue tangled with hers, the taste of wild and over ripe strawberries filling his mouth and making it water. His teeth hooked on her lower lip, tugging at it until it was swollen and starting to turn a deeper shade of red. The hand left on her thigh squeezed as he took a deep breath, prepared himself to pull away from the kiss just so they could both kind of catch their breath.

“It’s hot in here.” Astrilde couldn’t think of anything else to say. She shook her head about it, giving a soft laugh as she wondered briefly if he’d caught on yet.

“Mhm.” Peter managed to mutter the answer to what she’d just mumbled, staring at her a few seconds. “It is. And you never answered my question.” Peter stared down at her intently, reaching out beside them to grab another strawberry. He dragged it through the little bowl of whipped cream, preparing to take a bite. Anything to distract himself at this point. To try and figure out just what to do next; how far he truly wanted to go with this.

He only knew one thing for certain. One kiss wasn’t enough. One kiss merely sparked a fire. Now that fire was lit and Peter was struggling with whether he wanted to put it out or fan the flames.

Astrilde gripped his wrist, guiding the whipped cream covered strawberry to her own mouth after Peter had taken one bite. She stared up at him a second or two. She could sense him struggling. He was worried, she picked up on it. Something about his ability to make a complete and total fucking mess out of pretty much everything. All the loss in his past. The way he felt like he’d never be enough for her.

It left her speechless and almost totally blown away. But most of all, excited. Because suddenly, this whole complicated scenario became a thousand times easier.

“There wasn’t a thing to eat in this kitchen until you walked in. Does that answer your question?” she almost choked on the bite she’d taken of her food as the line left her mouth and she busied herself trailing her fingertips over his skin almost gingerly, barely touching him.

Because the way he tensed and his breath caught always made her smile a little. She knew it got to him whenever she did this.

Peter nearly choked on the bite he’d taken of the strawberry, using her distraction to guide it back to his mouth. He leaned in just a little as it suddenly hit him all at once.

Oh, she was up to something alright.

She was dropping some major clues here. If he really thought about it, she’d been trying to clue him in for a while now.

Knowing this, it made putting up any kind of fight; putting any kind of stop to what was happening… he didn’t want to stop and he wasn’t going to try. He was tired of trying to avoid risks that not too long ago, before the Snap and everything that happened during that… He’d never have wasted a second.

He chuckled quietly, stepping closer. Her legs wrapped around him to hold him where he stood between her legs and he reached out, dragging a fingertip through melted dark chocolate. He raised his finger, dragging it over her lips. Her lips parted and she gripped his wrist, slipping the chocolate coated digit into her mouth. Peter gave a quiet growl and as soon as she’d licked his fingertip clean of the chocolate, he was leaning in, his hand gripping her thigh harder, his other hand going to her hair again, guiding her mouth back to his and into another deep and bruising kiss. The palm resting against her thigh ghosted over it, disappearing up the hem of the shorts she was wearing. She came alive at this, rubbing against him almost frantically. “What if I told you that you taste better, hm?” Peter muttered quietly against her mouth as his tongue parted her lips, tracing over her teeth, slipping between them and tangling with her tongue.

“I’d say doubtful, Peter.” Astrilde answered breathlessly, leaning back just a little, her lower back meeting the cool marble countertop. Peter bent down with her, his mouth leaving her mouth to venture down her neck, lips latching onto skin infrequently, but leaving behind the smallest hints of marks each time he did.

Giving into impulse had gotten things this far. And it seemed like neither of them were inclined to stop things from going further. His hands slid up her abdomen, tugging up the crop top she was wearing, throwing it over her head as soon as he worked it off her. Her hand wandered down, an impatient whimper as she tugged at the waistband of his sweats, trying to pull them downward. Peter chuckled and shook his head, muttering against the swell of her breast just before latching his lips onto soft skin exposed there, “Not yet.”

“Peter, p-please.” begging was so not her area of expertise. As used to getting exactly what she wanted as she happened to be, this was all brand new to her. And Peter picked right up on it. The sound of her pleading with him had him groaning. His lips danced lower, his teeth tugging at the lace edged cup of her bra. Astrilde rose up a little, giving him room to unfasten and as soon as she did, Peter tore it away, tossing it aside with her shirt. She pouted a little, soft laughter against the shell of his ear as she purred out, “Hey, that was my favorite bra.”

“And it was in my way, princess.” Peter muttered back as his tongue circled her nipple, the circles getting smaller and smaller until her nipple stood at a rigid point. Her hand dipped down, disappearing down the front of his sweats, a soft smirk coming as soon as she realized that he went without any sort of underwear. Her hand circled his cock, pumping up and down slowly. Peter’s breath caught in his throat and he growled quietly against the skin of her stomach whilst dancing his lips over it, “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”

“Mhm.. I’m rather enjoying it.” Astrilde gasped out just as he leaned her back more, leaving a bite mark just above the elastic waistband of the pull on gym shorts she’d been wearing. His teeth caught in fabric, starting to tug downward as he raised his eyes, fixing them on her. Watching her squirm and the way her head fell back or the way her eyes fluttered open and shut.

Tugging down her shorts and panties, he sank down to kneel between her legs, his hands prying them apart, spreading her open wide for him. He stopped long enough to chuckle, biting his lip as he looked up at her. She gasped quietly as she felt the warmth of his tongue when he dragged it right up the inside of her thigh. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow rubbed against her skin, leaving a light burning sensation behind and she tensed, sucking in a sharp breath, her hand lowering, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly at it the higher he got up her thighs.

“And I’m going to prove it too.” Peter muttered quietly against soft and slick skin, groaning at the faintest taste of her as it filled his tongue.

“You are, hmm?” Astrilde gasped as his tongue brushed almost carelessly right over her slit before moving upward more, teasing at circling her clit. His fingers made their way up her thighs, working open dripping folds and making her moan, rock her hips upward as they buried deep inside her warmth, getting her used to being stretched.

His tongue worked its’ way around her clit, passing over the center of it, lips catching hold of the small circular bundle of nerves and sucking, sending a shiver racing through her body as his fingers worked in and out deeper. Her legs wound up over his shoulder for the time being and Peter growled at the way wetness pooled on his fingertips and his tongue.

“-oh… oh fuck. Peter.” Astrilde moaned out, rocking her hips upward almost greedily as she sought out the fastest way to bring her orgasm on. She couldn’t take all this teasing and the build to it. She wanted him. Buried to the hilt inside her. Plowing her so hard her back bounced off the marble countertop.

“You’ve got a dirty little mouth on you, princess.” Peter chuckled, the sound sending a shockwave of pleasure ripping through her center. When he felt her fingers tugging at his hair again, he stopped to glance up at her. “You can pull harder if you want.”

That little grin and the gleam in his eye had her realizing that maybe he liked it a little on the rougher side. And she looked forward to finding out just how much rougher he could be. Because sometimes a woman just gets sick and fucking tired of being treated like she’s fragile or she’s made of glass.

His rough lips felt like heaven against her dripping cunt and she couldn’t stop the wanton moans that ripped from the back of her throat, one of her hands digging into the edge of the counter while the other continued to clutch at and card through his thick light brown hair. His tongue pushed deeper into her core, circling and swirling, making her suck in a breath and whimper even louder. She kept moaning his name, over and over. The slightest rattling of the potrack overhead had the two of them laughing quietly. Peter stopped to gaze up at her again, a lustful glow almost making brown eyes sparkle. Astrilde sat up and leaned down, her fingers curling beneath his chin, greedily pulling his mouth to her own, groaning at the way she tasted on his tongue. The act of her boldly kissing him got Peter a lot more riled up and he was breaking the kiss, pushing her back flat against the counter as he leaned down, muttered against soft lips, “I’m starving, princess.”

“Oh, I bet you are, Starlord.”

And that… that drove him right over the edge. The use of his other identity had him smirking against her dripping cunt as he settled back between her thighs. His nose bumped against her pelvic mound as his hands gripped her hips, tilting them upward, his tongue plunging back in deep, circling and swirling. Astrilde’s head fell back and her eyes fluttered open and shut. Her legs fell open wider and Peter’s tongue continued it’s merciless attack on her dripping cunt. “I told you, didn’t I? I told you you’d be the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” he practically growled the words as she tried to rock her hips upward to meet his mouth, only to have his hand grip at one, holding her against the counter. Holding her spread open as he slowed down, savoring the taste of her.

“Peter, please!” she managed to gasp, the sound echoing off the wall, competing with the rattling of the pot rack mounted overhead whenever it moved just a little. Her cunt was throbbing; probably worse than she had ever ached in her entire life and all she wanted to do was cum, but all Peter seemed intent on doing was driving her right to the brink and then forcing her to step back.

Like he did when he stopped and she felt his tongue lazily trailing over her folds, 2 broad stripes, one straight and one half circular to form the letter P. She moaned louder, fingers digging into his shoulders to grip. He growled quietly. By the time he got to the R in his name, she was shaking and tears of pure frustration were burning at her eyes.

“Let go, princess. C’mon. Let me taste you.” Peter muttered firmly, glancing up to meet her gaze. His cock was throbbing, literally all he wanted right now was to be buried deep inside her, fucking her slow and deep, almost driving her into the counter.

With a shudder, Astrilde felt her orgasm ripping through her. Her hips bucked against his tongue and Peter groaned at the taste of her filling his mouth even more, the way she dripped, even as he did his best to lick her clean. He rose up to a standing position, swearing and raising his hand to his head when a pan dangling caught him right in the forehead. Laughing, he lowered his mouth to hers and as soon as her legs were locked around his hips again, he was sinking inch for inch of his thick length deep into her core, staying still because he felt her tense in his arms.

“You okay?” Peter eyed her in concern, pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as his hand smoothed over her hair, tucking it behind her ears.

“Yeah, just..Have to get used to you.” Astrilde muttered almost sheepishly, adding in a lower tone against his neck, “Maybe if you weren’t so fucking big… It feels so good, Peter.” she rocked her hips against him to show that she was okay and he could move a little. Peter hissed and dug his hands into her body, slamming into her slow and deep, his hands slipping down to her ass, sliding her off the counter as he continued to bury his cock deep inside.

“Oh… Oh yeah. Right…” Astrilde gasped, rocking her hips to meet his drives into her cunt, “Right there, that’s it. C’mon… Give me all of it, baby, I need it.” she begged breathlessly, Peter growling as he slammed into her deeper, speeding up just a little at her pleading whimpers against his skin. When he bottomed out, he went still, his mouth crashing against her mouth deep as his tongue parted her lips and slipped between them to find her tongue, massaging it, dominating the kiss. As soon as he felt like he could again, he was back to it, pumping every inch into her her, hips snapping against her body, the soft smack of skin against skin echoing and clashing with the rattle of pots and pans overhead and the soft smack of their mouths every single time they met.

He felt her walls clench his cock and he groaned, peppering kisses across her collarbones, a low chuckle spilling out against her soft skin. “I know you wanna cum for me again. C’mon, princess. Don’t hold back.”

As he fucked her through her orgasm, she clung to him, meeting each drive with her own thrusts, nipping at his neck and his lips, leaving bites and marks of her own behind. Her fingers tugged at his hair and raked down his back and Peter groaned into her mouth quietly, “So close, so close, fuck.”

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare.”

“Oh, I’m not plannin on it, princess. You ready for me to fill you up?” Peter muttered against her throat as his teeth tugged and nipped at her skin, leaving even more marks. Astrilde nodded, molding herself against him, letting him fuck into her hard and deep, his hips almost slamming into her hard enough to leave bruises behind. As the warmth of his seed filled her, Astrilde gripped his cheeks, pulling his mouth against hers in a kiss that didn’t break until he’d slowed to a complete stop and both of them were lightheaded for a lack of oxygen. As they pulled apart, Astrilde sat up straighter, a pot hitting her in the forehead and Peter chuckled, pulling down her head to press his lips against the spot.

“So you were flirting with me..” he smirked at her as he held out her tee shirt. Astrilde took it, slipping it over her head and she held out his sweats to him, nipping at his collarbone as she answered softly, “You didn’t know this, Peter?” and met his gaze, blushing and giving a soft giggle.

“Your brothers are not going to be thrilled with this.”

“Do I look like a girl who gives a shit? Don’t worry, I’ll watch your back.” Astrilde’s fingers trailed lazily over Peter’s jaw and he chuckled, shrugging. “Oh, I can handle those two.”

“Says the guy who nearly climbed the drapes the last time my brother Loki turned himself to a snake to spy on us during movie night.” Astrilde gave a gentle laugh as she leaned against him, trying to continue getting herself together.

“I love you.”

Peter blinked when the three words slipped out and he stood there, in a moment’s panic until Astrilde smiled and leaned forward, muttering against his mouth, “I love you too.”

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