#peter quill drabble

[bruisedboys]

star tripping — “what aren’t you telling me” with peter quill! i’ll literally swoon just thinking about it

omg sorry this is so so late I’m embarrassed </3 but anyway, I am an absolute swooning mess rn omg. I want him so bad!!! thank you for the req roma ily <33 also sorry this is so mini :(

peter quill x gn!reader

Peter stands over you and you try not to faint. You know you’ve been caught and there’s nothing you can do about it. His hand finds your jaw and he tilts you up to look at him. He’s really pretty. His eyes are deep brown and set, almost intimidating in the way he’s looking at you. His hair is getting too long, pretty curls curving around his ears and over the back of his neck. You yearn to run your fingers through it.

“You’re kinda scarin’ me being so quiet, sweetheart,” He tells you, voice low and quiet. He’s worried, you realise. There’s a hint of it in his eyes, his frown. “What aren’t you telling me?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You’ve been trying to tell him you like him for weeks. Every time you get close you chicken out. He’s Peter Quill. He can do better than you, you’re always telling yourself. But then, why has he sought you out in the back room of his ship where you often resort yourself to? Why does he look so desperately concerned? And why on earth is he looking at you like he wants to kiss you?

“Um…” you say. Your mouth is dry as sandpaper. You lick your lips and don’t notice him staring at them. “I don’t— it’s nothing, Peter.”

Peter raises his eyebrows. “Nothing?”

Somehow in the past two seconds his face has gotten considerably closer. He’s so close now you could count his eyelashes. You take a shuddering breath.

“I—um…”

You trail off uselessly. You can’t breathe. You can’t think straight with him so close and you’re pretty sure he knows it. He smiles at you.

“Hey, that’s okay, sweetheart,” he says. “You don’t have to tell me, I can wait.”

You think you’ve been let off the hook, but then, slowly, his smile changes from kind to knowing, a quirk of his lips as he adds, “But would you like a kiss?”

You can’t speak. You merely nod and a moment later Peter’s lips are on yours. He’s earnest but gentle and you kiss back as best you can with your heart pounding so loud in your ears and Peter’s hands on your face, your shoulders, your neck. Peter’s smile grows against your mouth and you know at that moment, that all of the worrying was fruitless — he’d known this whole time and let you suffer.

You’ll get him back somehow.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

omg hi babe it's been so fucking long im not even sure if you remember me but how are you love omg 💗

i had like the worst fucking day ever and lately my mental health has been so fucking horrible and i just wanted to see if you could write a cute little fic ab reader having a horrible day and accidentally snapping at peter quill abt it and feeling annoyed by him a bit. you can write it whenever you want mwah 🫶🫶

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got your back

peter quill x fem!reader

word count: 807

warnings: little angsty? reader snaps at quill and mentions of reader being insecure in the relationship. fluffy ending

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Peter has many admirable qualities, the most endearing being his deep-rooted ability to empathise. You adored how he cares so deeply about others, especially the ones he loves most. It was one of the things that drew you to him the most. 

Lately, you have been having a rough time, so to speak, and things weren't going in your favour. Your boyfriend, Peter, was aware and did everything he could for you to feel better, even if it was only for a little while.

Every day was different. Some days were easier, others, not so much, and it just so happened that today was one of the more difficult days. It was the kind of day where everything went wrong. The day where your clothes get caught in every door handle, the kind where you drop everything you hold. The sort of day that leaves you with an empty pit in your stomach when you finally catch a minute alone. 

Peter was always so kind and patient with you that it often made you question what you did to deserve him. For you, he's loving and caring, sweet and funny, the perfect combination of all the best traits a person could have. 

You felt overwhelmed with many things and the self-doubt that Peter would find someone better than you weighed heavy on your mind. You were in your bedroom alone, door closed, curtains shut with your head in your palms. 

A soft knock on your door interrupts you from your thoughts. "Hey, honey? Everything okay?" Peter asks through the door, his tone full of warmth.

"Yeah," you reply shortly, burying your face in your arms.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me," he says. "I'm right here."

"Yes, I'm sure," you respond with more bite, growing frustrated.

"Okay, I'm here if you need me," he adds, speaking just as sweetly as before despite your harsh tone.

"I'm fine, just go away!" you snap, throwing a pillow at the door. "Fuck off, just leave me alone."

You didn't have to see his face to know how much your words had hurt him. You regret the sentence as soon as they slipped past your lips, but it was too late. You said them, and they can’t be unsaid. 

"Okay," he whispers, tapping on the door as a farewell.

It felt like it had all just got a whole lot worse, and you just tarnished the one thing that made it easier to cope. The guilt was eating you up, and all you wanted to do was apologise. But you told him to leave, so why would he still be here?

You pace your room for a few minutes, gathering your words for an apology while momentarily cursing yourself out. You were scrounging for ways to make it up to him and patch over the mess you made.

With a small pep talk and a final nod, you open your door and see Peter sitting on the floor beside the door, leaning against the wall with crossed legs.

"Hi," you smile weakly.

"Hey," he smiles, an airy tone to his voice, speaking like he finally got his breath back. "I'm sorry— I shouldn't have pushed you. I know how you get. It’s the last thing I wanted—" he anxiously gushes, talking like he had practiced it. 

You interrupt, shaking your head. "No, please don't do that. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s all my fault— I'm so sorry. I should have never spoken to you like that. It all got too much, and I couldn't— I'm just really sorry," you profess, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. 

"I know, honey," he replies, nodding understandingly. 

"You're too good to me," you whisper, avoiding his green gaze. "I'm just not used to it."

"I'm still here, baby and I ain't gonna leave you," he says, looking up at you with sweet doeful eyes. "I'm not leaving you like the others." 

He extends an arm, his hand reaching for yours as he guides you closer, gently tugging you downwards. He nods at his lap, so you straddle his crossed legs, pressing your chest to his, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him tighter. His big, warm arms encase you and his hand brushes comforting strokes down your back, as his other clutches the back of your head, holding you like he's protecting you. 

You bury your face further into the crook of his neck, silently weeping and embracing him tighter. "I love you," you mumble against his skin, playing with the curls behind his ears. 

"I love you," he smiles, pulling back to look at you. He wipes under your eyes, softly brushing away your residual tears. He kisses the damp patch of skin beside your nose, looking at you with nothing but admiration. "... so much."

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[star-quill]

I want peter to make me cry as he takes me apart slowly and then take care of me and cuddle me so bad rn

god u and me both.......

he's so for sure the biggest softie but like i just know there's a tiny teeny little almost sadistic part of him that enjoys watching you fall apart beneath him as he rocks into you. you're gripping the bedsheets, while he has one hand behind your knee, spreading you out more and his other hand is creeping up your body, slotting itself around your neck.

then he's bending down, kissing you so sweetly and you're aching for more. you want him to be rough, to split you apart but he's taking his time, grinding his hips into you and pressing soft, gentle kisses to your cheek. he knows you want more, but he's a fucking menace and wants to hear you beg for it without him asking.

"need more.. need it harder.."

"mmhm? what do you say, baby?"

"please.."

"'atta girl.."

he sat back up, his hands dropping from your neck and behind your knee to grip your waist, his hips picking up speed as he thrust into you. he was filling you up, stretching you out and splitting you apart—and it's everything you wanted and more. tears started to form in your eyes, making them all watery when you opened them to look at peter. with every thrust, tears would roll down your cheek but he didn't wipe them away, at least not yet. he liked seeing you like this, coming undone below him. your legs trembled as you came, before he quickly finished after you, making sure to pull out and release himself on your lower stomach. he let you lay there for a second before he got up to grab a towel and clean you up.

but when he came back, his hand immediately went to your face, his thumb wiping up your tears and rubbing your cheek. when he let his hand rest on your cheek, you grabbed his wrist, turning your head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand, staring up at him, your eyes big and soft. he cleaned the rest of you up while you watched him.

"you ok?"

"mmhm.."

he smiled, throwing the towel into the laundry basket, before laying down, letting you curl into him while he rubbed your back.

"i love you.."

"i love you too, pete.."

[itsagentromanoff]

We're All Team Tony

“Ya know, it’s really creepy that cape of yours cuddles with Tony,” Bucky huffed at Strange.

“Cloak,” the doctor corrected, smirking as he watched his cloak glare at Steve who tried to cozy up on the couch next to the genius, “You’re just jealous that Tony likes me better than you and Rogers.”

The ex-assassin scoffed at that, “Ain’t nothin’ to be jealous of.”

“Beep beep! Outta my way,” Quill interjected, bumping his way pass the other two, “Here ya go StarDust.”

“Aw, thank you Peter,” the genuis smiled, sipping the hot coffee in his hand, humming “Just the way I like it hot.”

Not to be out done by the half-alien, “Do you need me to get you anything, Tony?“

“Unless it’s to allow me back into my lab, no Cap,” Tony gave him a hopeful smile.

It nearly broke the super soldier’s heart when he shook his head at the engineer’s request.

“You know I can’t allow that Tony,” the blonde regretfully told him, “You heard what your doctor and Banner said and you sure as heck know what Miss Pott’s would say if she knew you were trying to sneak off to work.“

Tony pouted at that, frustrated that he’d sidelined by Loki and some Doom bots.

“Hey doll, wanna take a look at my arm?” Bucky called out, purposely bumping the Sorcerer Supreme but paused. Did the cloak just hiss at him?

Just as Bucky was about to take the free spot beside Tony, boxing him in between himself and his best pal, T'challa swooped in.

“Here are the plans that you asked for, Anthony,” the young King offered passing the StarkPad to the brunet, “Shuri asked that you contact her as soon you are able to.”

“Thank her for me.” Tony snorted looking through the tablet, “Is this you?”

Tony turned the screen to the King, Bucky peered over his shoulder watching the younger man’s face morph to humiliation.

The ex assassin caught his friend’s eyes having a silent conversation while the young King grumbled about double checking his sister’s surveillance again.

“Aw, Your Pantherness was this your first time with this tech?” Quill teased, winking at Tony who rolled his eyes at the other man.

The dark man glared at him, “No,” he gritted out, he have to have another word with his younger sister, “It was merely a training accident.”

“Oh sure,” Strange commented from his spot in the living room, “What with you being new to the superhero world it must happen all the time.”

The engineer raised an eyebrow at that. Was it him or was there hostility within the group? Trying to diffuse the situation, “So what’s everybody’s plans for dinner?“

Cue four men shoving each other out of the way to head towards the kitchen, while Strange whirls a golden portal turns and winks at Tony before entering it.

[starbula]

shadow of your heart

note: sometimes you watch "past lives" and have a long cry and write this (i'm sorry)

prompt: au rating: G for @starbula-week, day 5

Somehow Gamora came back. No one can figure out how, but it happened. Bruce sent a message that Natasha returned, too. Everyone is happy.

Nebula is happy. She has grown so much in the years since the Blip, she is finally ready to have a relationship with her sister.

She is happy. Except for the small part of her that’s sad.

“It’s okay.” Nebula tells Peter.

It’s mostly the truth. They’ve only been dating for a few months. It's not like they were in love. Gamora is his soulmate.

“It’s okay.” She says again.

It will eventually be the truth.

✷

[sincerelykarai]

Wake up!

Authors Note: This is another Oneshot of Rocket ^^ btw this was inspired by that one scene in helluva boss Ghostf*ckers so kinda spoilers for that? Just read at your own risk ig 🤷‍♀️ Also its angst with a side of hurt/comfort!

Trigger warnings: Gore, Violent depictions,swearing and other stuff like that

He doesn't even remember how this happened. One minute he was in the Milano safe and sound in his quarters, the next he was small and fragile, running around the lab. It seemed like eerie, endless hallways with dim, flickering lights and rusted cages. He could hear other animals whining, howling, but it was all muffled compared to his paws hitting the metal ground beneath him and the sound of his heart pumping blood which was rushing through his ears.

"You can't outrun me, 89P13!" Rocket heard the High Evolutionary shout, and he felt his heart as if it was in his throat, choking out any air. He continued running, hallway after hallway without stopping. He stopped once his legs gave out with a tremble, panting as he caught his breath even if he heard the scientists coming after him. It wasn't long before he started running again, turning through hallway after hallway before he felt something shove him, and he tumbled into the ground.

"What the..?-" He mumbled, before noticing the similar white rabbit above him, with the multiple thin metal legs. "Floor? What are you-"

"HOW COULD YOU?!" Floor screeched, her voice sounding more metallic and her body coated in warm, red blood. "Rocket got floor killed! Rocket got floor killed!" She repeated over and over again in the high pitched, screeching voice.

"What?! No, it was an accident I swear!-" Rocket exclaimed but Floor tried to swipe him, digging one of her sharp legs into his arm, hot, stinging blood dripping down his arm. Rocket took off running again, this time limping slightly and leaving a trail of blood behind him.

"No, no no no no-" He chanted in his head. "Just a dream just a dream just a stupid fucking dream-" He continued running, hallway after hallway, he felt like a rat stuck in a maze.

"Rocket?" Lylla called out, and he froze in place.

"Lylla!" Rocket almost broke into a sob, running into her arms, even if they were cold and made of metal, he could still feel the love and warmth in them.

"Lylla, I- I was having the worst dream-" He practically cried, as Lylla quietly shushed him, running a metal paw through his fur.cHe finally felt safe....

Until he felt something dripping down his fur.

He glanced up, only to see Lylla's face mauled, covered in blood and flesh and bone. "Why'd you do it?" Is all the face said, but the odd sweetness in her tone sent chills down his spine. Soon her whole body was falling apart, blood coating his paws.

"Wait wait wait- Lylla please! I'm sorry please don't go!" Rocket sobbed, trying to grab onto her but there was nothing to grab apart from the raw feeling of bone. "LYLLA DON'T GO!-" He screamed, before everything faded to black.

"Rocket, wake up!" Quill shouted, shaking Rocket awake.

Rocket woke up with a gasp, his chest heaving and his fur damp with cold sweat. "I- where-"

"Dude, you're fine. It's me, Quill." *He reassured him, holding his shoulders.

"But.. Who's Lylla?"

[raccoonfallsharder]

headcanon 5

Rocket was taken from Earth/Terra around the exact same time as Quill. Intergalactic attention is increasingly on Terra in the late 1980s (the Kree are searching for Mar-Vell, Skrull refugees are moving in, Ravagers are trawling for Ego’s son. Both Quill and Danvers get snatched within about a year of each other). This is when the High Evolutionary’s attention is also drawn to Terra, and he harvests his initial crop of Terran wildlife, as well as his concept of Terran culture, as we see play out on CounterEarth / HalfWorld.

It’s possible that Rocket and Quill were scooped within days of each other. Within miles of each other. It’s possible that a distressed and grieving eight-year-old Pete, in the days before his mother’s death, was roaming around outside the hospital while his grandfather went to pick up some dinner for them both from the cafeteria. It’s possible that he stumbled across a tiny den of raccoons high up in a tree, and they watched him curiously while he kicked rocks and scrubbed at his wet eyes. This little boy - who is angry and mourning his dying mother, who gets into fights for protecting small frogs, whose teachers lament his behavior as if he’s not going through one of the worst things a kid can go through - sees these tiny animals peering down at him with their big eyes and their dark masks, and for just a minute - for maybe the first time in days or weeks or longer - he smiles.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

«For Humanity || Peter Quill ||

A/n: I’ve decided to write something for Peter Quill

Prompt used:

“Okay, but I think we should do that again. For research purposes. For humanity.”

You hadn’t meant to kiss Peter, you honestly blamed the rush of adrenaline from defeating that asshole, the excitement of this fight being over and that was a lie.

That was a lie because you’ve been dying to kiss Peter ever since you joined the Guardians and so you did.

You kiss Peter Quill.

And he was kissing you back.

Peter was surprised at first but he wasn’t about to push you away, not since he finally recognized his feelings for you thanks to the promise. He had to bend down to kiss you but he didn’t care.

He didn’t care because this felt good, it felt right, it felt like fire works were going off but of course he just had to be a humans and humans did need air to survive.

Breaking the kiss, Peter took in a few deep breaths in as he gave you a rather goofy smile. His head resting against yours, his fingers clutching your hips as he held you close.

“Okay, but I think we should do that again. For research purposes. For humanity.”

Snorting, you gave him a sly smile as you let your finger trail across his cheek. “I think you’re right Star Lord.”

Shuddering, Peter’s eyes darkened for a moment as his lips grazed yours. “I love it when you call me that?”

“What…Star Lord?” You teased but a small yelp escaped your lips as you were heaved over his shoulders. “Where are we going.”

“Back to my room, research purposes. For humanity.” Peter gave your hips a squeeze as you let out a soft laugh.

[crybaby-magic]

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hey bbg how u doing 🗣️ ik ur reqs arent open but i feel like if i wait for too long ill forget omg 😭, this req is KINDA self indulgent, lifes been crazy lately to say the least

i was thinking abt a fic with our (technically my) hubby peter q when reader has a nightmare, maybe abt something from their past b4 becoming a guardian ! i feel like peter would be so sweet gurgrhrgrh, trying to calm reader down, shushing them, etc 🙏

just a lil ideaaa, hope youve been having a good february! have a great week/end :-)

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bbg!!! hii hi! did do this even though they’re closed bc it’s a cute idea and ive missed writing quill! hope you’re doing better now, sending love. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

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peter quill x gn reader

word count. 471

warnings. none? no details pertaining nightmares, just fluff & comfort

Quill is someone you often use as a source of support, his naturally comforting personality acting like a magnet for you and those around him. 

You would subconsciously seek him out for refuge during those moments when it all felt like too much, and sometimes, you didn't even realise just how much you gravitated towards him.

Even with sleep, he was still someone you relied on - just knowing he was there, laid next to you, was usually enough to steady your mind. 

But sometimes, the feel of his body beside you wasn't enough to keep you asleep. You'd often jitter and jolt and toss during your nights of slumber, past memories coming back to haunt you in the form of nightmares - all of it keeping you from resting peacefully. 

They were manageable for a while until very recently, when you'd essentially thrash yourself awake. Peter, your boyfriend, would be awake before you - the movement of you beside him coaxing himself out of sleep. 

But tonight was the worst one you've had for a while. It felt like you were stuck in your nightmare and unable to wake up - the feel of it all too heavy and daunting. 

Unbeknownst to you, Quill was trying to help, sat beside you, calling your name and gently shaking your arm, trying to force you awake. Your head jolts abruptly, and you finally wake - fear all over your face as you pat the bed to find Peter.

He calls your name once more, his voice soft and soothing - trying to help you locate him. "It's okay," he coos, adjusting to lay back down beside you, facing you. “It’s okay, honey.”

"It was horrible," you mumble tearfully, shaking your head. "It..."

"It seemed horrible," he comforts, bringing his hand to rest on the side of your face, palm large and warm as he thumbs over your cheek. "Was it the same one?" 

You hum softly, closing your eyes from the warm touch of your lover. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks faintly.

You shake your head 'no'.

He hums quietly, understanding you.

He scooches in closer and slips his arm under your head, propping you up so he can pull you into him. You curl into his side, head resting on his bicep - burying your face into his chest like you were hiding, using him as protection almost.

He wraps his other arm over you, bringing you closer so he's cradling you - like he's trying to keep you safe. 

"I'll stay up. I'll keep you safe, you get some sleep," Peter murmurs, pressing a kiss into your forehead as he grips you tighter.

The comforting smell of his chest and the warm touch of his hands slowly eases you back into sleep - the steady circles Quill drew on your back act as a distraction from your mind, swarmed within a blanket of security.

[star-quill]

omg i can just imagine bodyguard!peter bending his girl over the hood of his car because she decided to tease him during a ride to a fancy gala or something

OUUUUUU pls

you never get to ride up front with him, always sat in the back. but you make sure to sit in the middle seat so you can see him. and so he can see you.

"i hate these stupid events.. i always go and i have to introduce myself over and over to different people and it's exhausting.."

"how d'ya think i feel? i gotta follow you around everywhere.."

"it's nice to have some good company though.."

he glances round at you for a second, smiling. you smile back before pushing on his shoulder.

"eyes on the road, sir.."

he just chuckles and focuses back on the road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. you notice his arm flex through his shirt and you smirk.

"hey, how come i never sit up front with you?"

"it's safer.."

"pull over, i want to sit in the front.."

"can't do that, sorry.."

"just this once? please? pretty please?"

he sighs and pulls over, letting you get out and into the front seat. he waits until you've clicked your seatbelt in before driving off again. you knew you still had at least another hour drive so you kicked your heels off and stretched your feet out. you noticed peter laugh under his breath and you just rolled your eyes.

every so often, you'd glance over at him and you'd notice his arm flexing or his eyes watching everything around him and god he was even more attractive when he's driving. you know he thinks you're cute, so you decide to use that to your advantage.

"you never told me whether you liked my dress or not?"

"yeah.. it's pretty on you.."

"yeah?"

you brought your right leg up, your foot resting on the seat, while your dress fell down slightly, exposing yourself to him. then he glanced over and his eyes fell immediately to where your dress had opened up.

"close your legs. now."

"oh c'mon.. i'm just having some fun.. don't you wanna have fun too?"

he just looked back out on the road and ignored you the rest of the drive there. eventually you gave up, huffed and crossed your arms, looking out the window for the remainder of the journey.

when he arrived at the venue, he drove round the car park, making sure to park far away from anyone else, all the way back in the corner.

"did you have to park so far away?"

"yes. now wait there.."

you sat back, but continued to put your heels back on. then he came round, opened your door like a gentleman, but he was anything but. once you were out, he grabbed your hand and pulled you round to his side, pushing you against the door.

"you wanna tease me?"

"mmhm.."

"you wanna know what happens when you tease me?"

"mmhm.."

he pulled you back slightly, opening his door before turning you around and bending you over his seat. then you felt him press up against you from behind, making you whine.

"good girls don't have to beg for it.. but since you misbehaved.. i need to hear you beg for it.."

"please.."

"more."

"need you so badly, please.."

"that it?"

"want your cock.. please?"

"yeah? want it that badly? gonna walk in there with it dripping down your legs?"

"mmhm.. please.. oh, pretty please, sir.."

"'atta girl.."

your heard his belt buckle clink and then your dress is flipped up over your back, feeling him pull your underwear to the side before the head of his dick is pushing against you. then he's pushed inside you fully and you whine, dropping your head against his seat. he was rocking into you, filling you up and all you could do was grab onto the seat and let him fill you up. his hands were gripping your waist, his eyes squeezed shut and he was groaning with every thrust inside you. you mustered up enough courage to turn your head and speak to him.

"if you pull out now.. when we get back home, i'll let you fill me up properly then.."

"yeah?"

"please.."

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist ❞

SUPERNATURAL ;

- Dean Winchester

perv dean . . .

hate sex with dean . . .

dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble pt2 . . .

jealous silly dean . . .

passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .

dadbod!dean winchester headcanons . . .

fucking dean dumb after a looong week . . .

male reader x dean drabble . . .

male reader x glasses!dean drabble . . .

even more hateful sex with dean . . .

dean’s a bit too big for you . . .

- Sam Winchester

dean winchester x male reader drabble . . .

dean thought you were dead . . .

sam being a total sub . . .

older reader x sam smut drabble . . .

sam with a biter bf . . .

fucking sam while he’s reading . . .

top sam winchester x male reader drabble . . .

- Castiel

cas really wants to please you . . .

male reader x castiel smut drabble . . .

male reader x clingy!castiel drabble . . .

- Andy Gallagher

- Robert Singer

- Crowley MacLeod

fucking crowley on his throne . . .

- TFW

smut headcanons . . .

tfw realize you’re their gay awakening . . .

- MSLNS

male reader x destiel drabble . . .

male reader x destiel smut . . .

HOUSE MD ;

- Gregory House

smut drabble (hj) . . .

frotting with house . . .

- Lisa Cuddy

male reader x lisa cuddy drabble . . .

- James Wilson

- Allison Cameron

- Robert Chase

denying the accusations whilst taking it up the ass (smut) . . .

soft sex with chase after a long day . . .

- Eric Foreman

THE WALKING DEAD ;

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Michonne

- Negan Smith

- Daryl Dixon

gentle sex . . .

- Eugene Porter

- Rosita Espinosa

- Maggie Greene

- Glenn Rhee

- Carol Peletier

- Gabriel Stokes

- Dwight

- Simon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ;

- Tony Stark

- Peter Parker

- Bruce Banners

- Thor Odinson

- Loki Laufeyson

- Steve Rogers

nsfw headcanons . . .

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova

- Stephen Strange

- Wanda Maximoff

- Clint Barton

- Bucky Barnes

bucky wants you. he wants you, bad . . .

- Sam Wilson

- Wade Wilson

- Peter Quill

- Nebula

- Eddie Brock

- Matt Murdock

- Frank Castle

male reader x frank castle drabble . . . (PLOT.)

- Franklin Nelson

TEEN WOLF ;

- Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski

sex with Stiles . . .

- Scott McCall

- Melissa McCall

- Derek Hale

- Allison Argent

- Lydia Martin

- Isaac Lahey

- Jackson Whittemore

- Peter Hale

- Malia Tate

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Christopher Argent

MERLIN ;

- Merlin

- Arthur Pendragon

- Morgana Pendragon

- Guinevere

- Lancelot

- Mordred

- Gwaine

- Percival

- Elyan

- Leon

STRANGER THINGS ;

- Mike Wheeler

- Nancy Wheeler

- Will Byers

- Jonathan Byers

- Joyce Byers

- Jim Hopper

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

- Lucas Sinclair

- Dustin Henderson

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Maxine Mayfield

- Billy Hargrove

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

ALL; stranger things headcanons . . .

GAME OF THRONES ;

- Ned Stark

breeding the fuck outta the lord of winterfell . . .

- Catelyn Stark

- Robb Stark

- Jon Snow

- Theon Greyjoy

- Sansa Stark

- Arya Stark

- Tywin Lannister

- Jaime Lannister

- Cersei Lannister

- Tyrion Lannister

- Tommen Baratheon

- Joffrey Baratheon

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Sandor Clegane

- Margaery Tyrell

- Brienne of Tarth

- Jaqen H'ghar

F.R.I.E.N.D.S ;

- Rachel Greene

- Phoebe Buffay

- Monica Geller

- Ross Geller

- Chandler Bing

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

- Joey Tribbiani

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

HARRY POTTER ;

- Harry James Potter

- Hermione Granger

- Ron Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Luna Lovegood

- Neville Longbottom

- Severus Snape

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

FANTASTIC BEASTS ;

- Newt Scamander

- Jacob Kowalski

- Tina Goldstein

- Theseus Scamander

- Aurelius ‘Credence’ Dumbledore

- Albus Dumbledore

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE ;

- Jake Peralta

- Amy Santiago

- Rosa Diaz

- Ray Holt

IT ;

- Richie Tozier

- Eddie Kaspbrak

- Beverly Marsh

- Bill Denbrough

- Stanley Uris

- Ben Hanscom

- Mike Hanlon

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

- Fiona Gallagher

- Philip Gallagher

- Ian Gallagher

- Debbie Gallagher

- Carl Gallagher

- Liam Gallagher

- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

SPIDER-MAN UNIVERSE ;

- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

THE BOYS ;

- John ‘Homelander’ Gillman

- Benjamin ‘Soldier Boy’ Hargrove

- Annie ‘Starlight’ January

- William ‘Billy’ Butcher

- Hughie Campbell

- Serge ‘Frenchie’

© godjustkys ©

[starbula]

out to lunch

prompt: oblivious rating: G for @starbula-week, day 4

“Why do we always have to get mushrooms?” Peter whined, as he took a couple of pizza slices from the box.

“Because mushrooms are an excellent pizza topping,” Nebula countered, sitting in the chair next to Peter, “and you always get out voted.”

Peter huffed and started picking the mushrooms off his pizza. Automatically, Nebula pushed her plate towards him, and Peter transferred his mushrooms to her plate.

A few moments later, extra olives made their way from Nebula's plate to Peter’s.

Across the room, Rocket nudged Kraglin “Have these clowns realized they're datin’ yet?”

Kraglin laughed, “Not a chance.”

✷

[starlordamn]

Peter Quill / Starlord x Reader

Summary: Drabble about Peter being a jealous boyfriend!!

Warnings: Jealously, fluff, slightly steamy at the end (if you squint).

Word count: 400ish

Peter Quill. The Starlord. Gets. Jealous. SO QUICKLY.

Last time you stopped off somewhere to retrieve an item from a seller, the guy got a bit too friendly. You didn't read into it, nor did you play along but to Peter, the thought that someone else thought they had a chance with you sent something through him. He'd genuinely never been that angry before. Nor had be ever been THAT RUDE to a seller before.

"Yep, all done here. We'll be on our way." He nodded sternly to the guy as he snaked an arm around your waist, his wrist wresting on your lower back, applying some light pressure to signal your leave.

"Thanks again," you politely smiled and turned with Peter, item in hand about to be pocketed. Before you could spin a 360 and be on your way the seller caught your attention again.

"If you ever find yourself here again, you know where to find me, hm?" An eyebrow raised and a sultry tone was enough to not only make you pull a face and turn away, but it was enough to be Peter's last straw. Within a second a blaster was pulled from his hip aiming at the guy, without a second thought he'd pulled the trigger sending a blast towards him.

"Fucking hell Pete.." you gasped as the guy shuddered before a loud thud following his descent quickly to the hard wooden flooring of his shop.

"He's not dead, just knocked out." Peter rolled his eyes.

"You're jealous."

"No, I'm not."

"You are." You exclaimed, nearly back at the milano by now.

Peter stopped in his tracks for a second, it looked like he was thinking. "God you're just so gorgeous everyone wants you, it gets on my nerves."

With your face flushing you smiled at the compliment, but also in amusement - Peter really thought you'd ever choose anyone over him, and that just wasn't the case.

As you got back to the ship, Quill took a moment, turning to face you. He cupped your cheek with one hand, "I'm not jealous, you're mine."

His thumb caressed your bottom lip and you nodded in approval as he hummed waiting for a response.

"It's always gonna be you, Pete. My Starlord."