#starlord x fem!reader

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Listen, i have way more Peter Quill ideas if you’ll allow me-

Can we get one where the reader is super horny for Peter but she doesn’t really want to say anything because they keep getting interrupted by the other guardians (like Mantis, Rocket or Groot needing something) and it happens multiple times until the reader just pushes Peter aside and they start making out. 😂

It can be full smut or just end wherever you want it I’m not picky…but i wouldn’t turn down smut👀 it can also be gender neutral i don’t care, thanks Love! 💖

~Bear🐻

hii again sweetheart!! of course, send them in at anytime:) love love it, I was nice I wrote smut🤭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

storage room rendezvous

Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 1.3k

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content minors dni

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Being confined to the Bowie during long-haul missions often meant there wasn't much space or privacy, never having the luxury of a moment's silence without getting interrupted by one of the other guardians. You and Peter had recently started dating, so the amount of need you had for him was unbearable. You wanted him all the time.    

Rocket had to do an emergency landing on some random planet, twenty-something jump points away from Knowhere so he could tinker. So that left you and the rest of the crew stranded on the ship until the issue resolved. 

Waltzing your way over to the front of the ship, hands cutely laced together as you joined Quill in the captain seat, sitting across his lap. "Whatcha doing?" you question, making yourself comfortable. 

"Taking my seat before Rocket gets back," he chuckles, placing his hand on your thigh, adjusting you as he pulls you closer. "He ain't gonna like it," grinning at the thought. "What's up?" he asks, kissing your shoulder.

"Bored," you say slowly, your tone speckled with suggestion. 

"Bored, huh?" he repeats, his tone matching yours. "What'd ya wanna do?" he asks, already knowing what you're thinking, waiting for you to admit it.

"I did have one idea..." you hint, lightly trailing down his chest. "Oh, god!" you jump, lowering your face to the nape of Peter's neck. "Don't do that."

"What?" Quill questions, his eyes concerned as he follows your initial gaze. "God, Drax. How long you been there?" 

"Since we landed," Drax responds matter-of-factly, pulling a rustly bag from his pocket.

"That was an hour ago." You chime in, poking your head up to look at him. 

Shrugging simply. "Yeah... Zarg-Nut?" He offers, shaking the bag between you both.

Quill extends his hand over the back of the seat, cupping his palm towards Drax. "What?" he chuckles at your displeased expression, shoving a handful of the dried snack into his mouth. "I'm hungry."

"You are unbelievable," you playfully scoff, avoiding his green eyes. 

"Hi, guys." The soft voice of Mantis appears next to Drax. "Oh, can I have one?" She asks, nodding to the bag in his hand.

"They're all gone," Drax replies before pouring the contents into his mouth.

"I am Groot."

"Okay!" you say finally, clapping your hands together once. You loosen from Peter's grip as you stand up, lacing your hand into his as you lead him away from the group. "Come with me."

"Where we going?" Quill questions, following after you, his hand gripped into yours.

"Shut up," you whisper, leading him through the corridors as you search for a suitable storage room.

"You want me, don't ya?" he smugly asks, briskly walking to catch up with your long strides.

Poking your head through door gaps. "Yeah, now shut-up,"

He playfully chuckles, his tone full of assurance. "Knew it," snickering.

"Here's one," you mouth, dragging Peter into the empty room, forcefully shutting the door behind him.

You immediately attach your lips to his, ravenous and starved, desperately tugging at his t-shirt. He separates, his head hung low as he assesses your eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa... ain't even locked the door." He smirks, reaching behind to twist the lock. 

Quill loved when you needed him, loved seeing you desperate. He loved when you were verbal, telling him what you wanted, but not right now. He wanted the control and leadership he craved. 

He lightly trails his hand up your throat, grazing higher before cupping around your jaw, grasping the side of your face to bring you in. He instantly clashes his hungry mouth with yours, rolling and licking over your soft lips while his other hand travels behind your head to pull you closer. The need grows more urgent as his hands roam you, loosening the grip on your jaw to travel down to your throat. He holds it as he controls and deepens the kiss, pushing you back up and against the wall.

"What do you want?" he breathlessly asks against your lips, a wry grin looming. 

"You," you shakily reply, snaking your hands around his back, gripping the hem of his tee. 

"Yeah?" he softy whispers, entertaining you.

He slips his hand under your ass, cupping over the cheeks as he manhandles you, eagerly kneading the doughy flesh between his fingers. 

Sliding his palms up, they rest and clasp around your waist, kissing you in desperation as he squeezes you, grinding his clothed groin into yours.

He picks you up, holding you under your thighs as he walks you over to the stacked storage containers in the corner, placing you down atop them. His fingers snake into your waistband, immediately palming over your wet pussy, teasing your clit as his spare hand slides into his waistband. Lightly gripping his hardened cock and pulling himself out of his pants, firmly stroking up the length. 

You eagerly squirm out of your pants, letting them slide down your thighs and hang around your boots, draping from your ankles as you wrap your knees around his hips, bringing him closer. He yanks down his pants and boxers before sliding his tip through your folds, collecting your arousal around his shaft. "Fuck," he mutters at the contact, momentarily throwing his neck back.

He spits in his palm, rubbing the saliva over his veins to lube himself up as he adjusts you, bringing your hips forward. He pushes his head through your folds, slipping through the slick flesh as you both watch in anticipation. Needy whimpers fill the dingy room.

Gripping at his base, he eases into you. Slowly sliding his tip in as he attaches his mouth to yours, catching and muffling your initial moan. His hands graze up your back, holding you close as he sinks further into you, melting around his every inch. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, whining and mumbling against his warm skin as you adjust to his girth, clutching at his biceps. "Oh, God," muttering, his eyes screwing shut.

He kisses the side of your neck, lightly nibbling and suckling the skin as he slides in and out of you, moulding around him as he fucks into you. Completely filling you with every hasty wind of his hips, rolling into you as he chases after the high.

He grows desperate and demanding as he pushes into you. Massaging inside you, rubbing over your g-spot with the upper side of his cock, fucking into the areas you needed. He finally attaches his lips to yours, swallowing your open moans and whimpers as he groans into your mouth. Slipping in his tongue every once in a while.

You felt the overwhelming build of the high consume you, aimlessly whining against his lips as you felt yourself get closer. You convulse around him, sucking him in further in with every jolt. 

"Can I come in you?" he shakily asks, resting his forehead against yours. "Please- fuck," he mutters, closing his eyes like he's holding himself off. 

You eagerly nod, wrapping your legs tighter around him, crossing your ankles as you keep him glued to you. Desperately clawing at his back as you let go. Quill pulsates for the final time before spilling his load deep into you, senselessly whimpering in one another's mouth as you both reach your long-awaited release. The room full of hot shaky moans.

He gingerly drags himself from you, watching the connecting strings of his cum as he pulls out. He bends to the floor, pulling up his pants before doing the same with yours, holding your hand as he helps you down from the containers. Keeping you balanced, chuckling at your stumbly footing. 

"I'll uh... I'll, um," you stutter, momentarily closing your eyes as you think of the words. "I'll join you out there in a few minutes... don't make it obvious," you grin, reaching up to kiss him tenderly, playfully slapping his ass as he turns away.

Turning around with a faux displeased expression, head cocking. "I'll tell 'em," he warns with a raised brow and boyish smirk. "Don't think I won't..." teasing you. 

Grinning with raised hands as if to symbolise your innocence. "I'll see you in two minutes... Quial."

[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.

[fooled-around-and-fell]

A Call Home

Summary: Peter went back to see his grandpa, leaving you in Knowhere. Out of a sudden, your intergalactic pager beeps. Earth's in trouble.

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Peter Quill x female reader

Tag: @nix-rose-q

Warning: kissing, cursing

Masterlist

Peter did stay in touch. For a while.

You caught up with each other every week, and then things got busy.

Once every two weeks.

Once a month.

Then he didn't call back.

Three months after that, he apologized for not staying in touch. Things got busy on his end. You both promised to talk soon.

One year later... radio silence.

You figured he must be enjoying his life back with his grandpa, so you didn't try to reach out to him anymore as to not bother him.

It didn't go unnoticed by the team -- your sudden silence, your absence. You didn't go day drinking like Peter did, but they knew something was bothering you.

"There you are."

You heard Rocket on the rooftop where you were sitting.

"Mind if I join you?"

"By all means."

He sat next to you, joining you in enjoying the view.

Knowhere was doing so well under Nebula's care. She's attentive, caring, no issue you have will go unnoticed by her.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine, Rocket."

"You always say that, but you don't really mean it."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "I will be fine."

"Yeah, well," Rocket sighed. "We're here for you. Quill leaving was definitely unexpected, and I know how much he means to you."

You glanced at him.

"Oh come on," He chuckled. "You were so obvious. I'm surprised Quill didn't pick it up himself."

A blush spread across your cheeks. "Are you here just to tease me, or?"

"Relax, relax, no need to get defensive." He smirked. "Just thought you might like some company."

Out of nowhere, your pager beeped. It was the pager Nat gave you before she passed. It hasn't beeped ever since you last visited -- since Thanos.

"Looks like you're going home." Rocket said. "Better take Milano 2.0. Say hi to Quill for me, and tell him to call us. We miss him around here."

You sighed. "This can't be good."

Milano 2.0 was something you and Peter built together. The original Milano was sort of destroyed after a battle, so 2.0 was a small project you both did -- an attempt to save as much of it as possible.

You and Peter first met when he saved you from an explosion at a nearby planet. It was anything but romantic. You were trying to steal something, and Peter was trying to stop you from stealing it.

Then he realized you were also human -- the only other human he's ever met out in space. So he decided to help you with your job, and you both became friends.

If only Peter knew that was also when you started having a crush on him.

Peter looked out the window to the sky above. For a second there he thought he saw a shooting star, but it must've been in his head.

"4 down. 9 letter word. Starts with G, is a protector or a defender." Jason said, wanting Peter to help him with his crossword.

"Guardians." Peter said, his lips playing a longing smile.

Jason was beyond happy when Peter came home. It felt like his life was finally complete, everything was right again. But he also knew that Peter grew up not on Earth -- it was confusing to him at first, all of this.. space work Peter rambled about, but once he mentioned his friends Rocket, Nebula, Drax, Mantis, Groot, and you? He understood immediately. Albeit the weird names, you were his family just as much as Peter was his. And he knew Peter missed you.

"Peter, talk to me." Jason put his newspaper down.

Peter sighed. "This past.. what, year and a half? Has been amazing. Being home feels so good after all the stress I've been through. But.."

"But you need to go back out there."

Peter looked surprised. "How did you know?"

"Pete," Jason chuckled. "You don't have friends here. And every time you talk about your friends, I can feel how much you miss them. Do you even still talk to them?"

He sighed. "I.. have been avoiding their calls, actually."

"Now why would you do that?"

"I just-" He sighed again. "Every time I hear their voices, see their faces, I want to be there. But I know you need me here-"

"Whoa, whoa, Pete." Jason laughed. "I've been here for 38 years without you, I think I'll do fine."

"So you don't need me here?"

"Don't get me wrong, son, having you here has been amazing for me, too." Jason explained. "It's the best thing that happened to me. But you need to get a move on in your life, kid. Your future isn't here at home, mowing lawns and driving me to the hospital."

Peter chuckled. "Didn't know you still had one last lecture for me."

Jason laughed in return. "Don't tempt me, kid."

"Anyway," Jason continued, "Tell me about this girl you have a crush on."

"It's not a crush." Peter rolled his eyes. "She's just.. she's amazing."

Jason smiled as he listened to Peter talk about you. How you two met, how his world managed to light up whenever you're in the room, how you stood by him when everything crumbled down.. and how he possibly have broken your heart.

Peter was enjoying the last of his fries when there was a blast nearby. It was big enough to cause an earthquake, and Peter had to call the nurse to pick Jason up so he could check what's going on.

"Stay here, okay?! I need to go help as much as I can!" Peter yelled out before running towards the blast.

If it were any regular explosion, Peter would've ignored it. But he saw what could've been people flying, so it had got to be something serious.

When Peter got to the scene, he saw War Machine, Dr. Strange, and -- is that you??

"Y/n??" Peter yelled.

You diverted your attention for a second, before being hit by the octopus-like thing attacking you.

"Fuck!"

Peter ran and broke your fall, getting hurt in the process.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Get back!" You said, blasting your gun at the giant octopus.

"What the hell is that?!" Peter asked, taking cover behind you.

"I don't know, I'm just trying to kill it!" You ran behind a car. "Peter, you don't have a gun, get out of here. You're a civilian at this point."

"Then give me a gun!"

--

Turns out the big-ass octopus was sent by Wanda, who was hunting a girl named America Chavez to help her get her sons back. You didn't even know she had kids.

You were finally left alone with Peter, and decided to visit his house that was nearby.

The walk was absolutely silent. You didn't expect to meet Peter -- though you wanted to. And now that it happened, you don't know what to say to him. It's been a year since you last talked, and you were expecting he'd give some lame excuse to why he stopped calling.

"So," Peter started. "I know you're probably mad at me for going MIA."

You sighed.

"I think I'm ready to go home now."

Ignored.

"You know, I missed you. A lot."

When you didn't reply again, Peter stopped you from walking by standing in front of you. "Remember what you promised me?"

Your eyes shot up to look at him in disbelief. "You shut me out first. You stopped calling. You stopped answering my calls. You were the one who-"

Deep breaths.

"I get it, Peter." You said. "You're with family, you want to spend time with them. I don't blame you -- I know I shouldn't. But I'm just.. still pretty mad at you."

Peter clenched his jaw. He knew it was his fault. He reached to hold your hands and put them on his chest, right on his heart. You could feel his heart racing.

"Look at me." Peter said, lifting your chin. "Please."

Staring at pleading eyes, how could you stay mad at him? He looked like a lost, kicked puppy.

"That day I left," Peter said. "I knew what you wanted to say to me."

"What?"

"I knew- I know."

Your breath quickened. The day he left was the day you wanted to tell him you've been in love with him.

"I.." He held your waist gently. "I love you. I couldn't say it to you the first time because I was so messed up. I had unfinished inner issues that I had to resolve, and I.. I didn't want to drag you on, not knowing how I'd end up."

It felt like a panic attack, but in the best way possible.

You hadn't realized how long you stayed quiet, just looking at him and listening to his heart.

"Say something, please." Peter broke your trance.

"I.." You gulped. "Why- You- Oh fuck it-" You pulled Peter by his collar and kissed him.

Peter's hands immediately found the back of your neck and pulled you in closer, if that's even possible. You struggled to keep your composure. His hands clawed and grabbed your hips gently, but you knew the desperation was there. The need to be alone in a room and just fuck the shit out of each other -- you felt it too.

You broke the kiss to get some air, but Peter let out a small 'no' before pulling you back in.

It was hungrier, yearning for a taste of everything. It felt very, very hot. Peter's touch burned you and felt like it left marks. Your lips felt bruised and swollen, but fuck you couldn't get enough.

"Pete-"

He only hummed, lips still busy leaving kisses down your neck.

It felt like you were drunk, there was a coil in your stomach and it made you want to jump into his arms. If it weren't for his neighbor who yelled "get a room", you probably wouldn't have stopped.

You finally pushed him away before you got too dizzy and passed out. Peter chuckled and still managed to hold you close to him.

"I'll.. I'll go bring in the ship." You panted.

"Milano?"

"Yeah."

"Good." He smirked. "We can make even more new memories there."

.

.

.

a/n: I'm so thirsty.

[noe-pri08]

Peter Quill

Summary: You work in your uncle’s store and your favourite client walks in, but let’s say that today he’s not here to buy some vinyl.

I'm sorry if there are mistakes, English isn't my first language

You loved working at your uncle’s record store, you truly did. Unfortunate this was small town, Missouri, and you were selling records. When you had slow days, boy were they slow.

Normally, you'd have your favourite customer Peter Quill to look forward to seeing, but it was a Tuesday, he never stopped by Tuesdays. Of course, you'd never admit that you missed him.

On the second hour of you doom scrolling on TikTok at the register, you hear the front door bell ring as a customer enters. Completely unbothered, you continue to look down at your phone.

"Hey, anyone home?" Peter playfully whispers, suddenly appearing in front of your face, catching you off guard.

You jump in your seat, nearly dropping your phone in the process. Looking up at Peter with wide eyes, you let out a nervous laugh. "Peter! You scared the hell out of me," you exclaim. "What's up? Shouldn't you be... I don't know, saving the galaxy or something?"

Peter grins, leaning against the counter. "Nah, no galaxy-saving missions for me today. Just thought I'd come and see my favourite record store employee," he says, tapping his fingers on the counter. "Got any new vinyls in?"

You shake your head, still trying to recover from the surprise. "Nah, not today. It's been pretty slow. But hey, I'm glad you stopped by! Can never have too much Star-Lord in my day."

He laughs and gives you a playful salute. "Star-Lord reporting for duty! So, what have you been up to? Any exciting Earth adventures?"

You shake your head, chuckling. "Nah, just the usual small-town life. But hey, it's not so bad. What about you? Find any cool relics on your space travels lately?"

Peter smirks, leaning in closer. "Well, there was this one time I found an alien artifact that granted amazing powers. But, uh, I may have accidentally dropped it. It's all good, though. Just another day in the life of Star-Lord," he says with a wink.

You laugh, shaking your head. "Oh, Peter. Always getting into trouble. But hey, that's why we love you, right? The charming, trouble-making space boy."

He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "I guess so. Can't help it, it's in my space pirate blood. But hey, I'm glad I found my way to this little record store. It's nice to have some normalcy in my life."

You smile at him, feeling a warmth in your chest. "Yeah, well, I'm glad you found your way here too. It's nice to have some intergalactic excitement in this sleepy town. Makes my days a little more interesting."

Peter's grin widens, and he leans in even closer, resting his elbow on the counter. "Well, if you ever want to add a little more excitement to your days, you know where to find me," he says, his voice low and filled with playful teasing.

You raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Oh, really? And what exactly does that entail, Mr. Star-Lord?"

He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you'll have to find out for yourself. Trust me, it's worth it."

Your heart flutters at his words, his playful yet alluring demeanour. You lean in closer, not caring if anyone else is in the store. "Well, maybe I'll take you up on that offer sometime," you whisper, a hint of flirtation lacing your words.

Peter's eyes widen slightly, surprised by your response. But then a mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Oh, that would make my day. Maybe we can start with a dance-off in the middle of the store. What do you say?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're insane, Peter. But I'm all in. Bring it on."

And with that, the two of you share a playful smile, knowing that this unexpected encounter was the start of something new and exciting between you.

Peter's eyes lock with yours, that mischievous grin still etched on his face. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "You know, dancing isn't the only thing we could do in the middle of this store. We could... have a little fun."

Your heart skips a beat, feeling a rush of excitement at his words. The air in the record store suddenly feels charged with anticipation. You bite your bottom lip, matching his playful gaze with a hint of daring. "Oh, really? And what exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Quill?"

Peter leans in even closer, his breath warm against your cheek. A shiver runs down your spine as his voice turns velvety smooth. "Well, I was thinking we could find a quiet spot in the back room. Away from prying eyes. Somewhere we can explore all the sounds this store has to offer," he murmurs, his arm brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

You feel your breath hitch as his words ignite a fire within you. The prospect of a secret rendezvous in the back room sends a rush of heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. You glance around, making sure the coast is clear before nodding your head, a sense of excitement coursing through your veins. "I'm game, Peter. Lead the way."

Peter wastes no time, taking your hand in his and leading you to the back room. The door creaks open, revealing a small, dimly lit space filled with old records and stacks of boxes. Once inside, he turns to face you, his eyes darkening with desire.

He steps closer, closing the distance between you, his hands sliding up your arms, igniting a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His touch is gentle yet confident, drawing you closer to him. The scent of his cologne, a mixture of musk and leather, intoxicates your senses, heightening the anticipation in the air.

Leaning in, Peter captures your lips with his in a searing kiss. It starts off slow, tender, but quickly deepens into something more passionate. His tongue dances with yours as his hands explore your body, tracing the curves and contours, sending shivers of pleasure up your spine.

You reciprocate eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kiss him back with equal fervour. The taste of him is like a heady cocktail, like a mix of whiskey and adventure. His lips are soft yet assertive, moving in sync with yours, igniting a burning desire deep within you.

Peter's hands continue their exploration, sliding down your body, his touch setting your skin ablaze. With each caress, you feel the intensity between you both grow, the sensation becoming electric.

He breaks the kiss, his voice husky with desire. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this," he murmurs against your lips, his words sending shivers down your spine.

His hands undo the buttons of your shirt, revealing the curve of your breasts. He takes a moment to admire the sight before him, his gaze filled with undeniable desire. And then, he descends his lips, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses on your skin.

You arch your back, a soft moan escaping your lips as Peter's exploration becomes more intense. His touch is both tender and passionate, his fingers tracing patterns that leave your body craving more.

With each passing moment, the heat between you both intensifies. The back room of the record store becomes a sanctuary of pleasure and desire, a place where the outside world no longer exists.

Peter's voice, rough with longing, breaks through the haze of pleasure. "I want you. Now," he whispers against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers through you.

Your answer comes in the form of a passionate kiss, the promise of ecstasy fuelling your every move. Clothes are shed, bodies entwined, and as you give in to the overwhelming pleasure, you realize that this is just the beginning of a fiery and unforgettable connection with Peter Quill.

As things heat up in the back room of the record store, there's an undeniable chemistry between you and Peter. Every touch, every kiss, sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Peter's hands roam your exposed skin, exploring every inch with a hunger that matches your own. His touch is electric, tingling with desire and a deep longing for connection. Your bodies move together in a rhythm that feels natural and intoxicating.

You gasp and moan as his lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your sensitive flesh. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel your pulse quicken with every nibble and lick.

His hands find their way to your breasts, teasing and caressing them with expert precision. Your back arches, pressing your chest against his touch as you savor the delicious sensations that ripple through you.

Peter's mouth descends further, trailing down your body. He kneels before you, his hands gripping your hips as he looks up at you, desire burning in his eyes. With a mischievous smile, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling them down, inch by tantalizing inch.

Your breath catches in your throat as he places soft kisses along your inner thighs, teasingly close to your core. The anticipation builds, your body humming with need as you silently beg him to dive in.

And then, finally, his lips meet your most intimate parts, and you gasp at the exquisite pleasure that courses through you. His tongue dances skillfully, exploring every fold and crevice, driving you wild with desire.

You lose yourself in the whirlwind of sensations, the pleasure growing more intense with every flick and stroke of his tongue. Your fingers grip his hair, guiding his movements as you draw nearer to the edge of bliss.

In a haze of desire, you surrender completely to Peter's touch. He expertly explores every inch of your body, using his hands, lips, and tongue to bring you to the pinnacle of pleasure.

As his tongue dances skillfully against your most sensitive spot, your moans of delight fill the air. The sensations consume you, rendering you incapable of coherent thought as waves of pleasure crash over you again and again.

Your back arches, your body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you. Peter's touch is relentless, driving you higher and higher until you can no longer hold back.

With a cry of ecstasy, you reach your climax, your body convulsing with pleasure. Peter continues to lavish you with attention, prolonging your pleasure until you're left breathless and completely satisfied.

Slowly, as the haze of pleasure begins to fade, you pull Peter up to you, your lips seeking out his in a passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips as you both revel in the afterglow of your intimate encounter.

You pull away from the kiss “Peter, please, I need you” you say breathless

“You need me for what dear?” Peter says, his voice full of tease

“Peter, I need you to fuck me, please”

“Your wish is my command” he says as he rips his clothes off

Your naked body is at full display for him and his bare body hovering yours. He starts kissing and nibbling your neck as his hands roam over your body till your dripping cunt and insert two fingers.

Then he takes his cock, his tip touching your pussy

“Peter please, fill me” you say almost begging him. You’re so overwhelmed because of the feeling that you can’t think straight

Peter starts going further in you till you could see the overline of his dick in your belly. His gaze fixed in your eyes, looking for permission to move. You nod your head slightly, still looking at the bulge on your abdomen

He thrust into you deeply, touching your g spot making you moan loudly

“Right there Pete” you moan, your mind feeling fuzzy because of the excitement

He keeps pounding on you, each time further and faster “I can see myself in you my dear” he says putting his hand in your belly bulge

He tries to hide his whimpering but fails “Oh fuck”

“Faster Peter” he obeys and his thrusts becomes more rapid

You feel so overwhelmed, the knot in your belly tightened “I’m gonna cum Pete”

He keeps thrusting into you till you cum, the feeling washing over your body, but his movements don’t stop till he pounds into you so deeply and fills you with his seed

You both are breathing heavily, feeling exhausted “You okay?” Peter asks you

“More than okay Pete”

“I think we should repeat it”

“Yeah, definitely” you say panting

Skin pressed against skin, you hold each other close, basking in the warmth and connection you've found in each other. The record store fades into the background as you savor the intimacy and raw emotions between you.

You know that this is just the beginning of a passionate relationship with Peter Quill, a connection that goes beyond physical pleasure. And as you lay there, tangled in each other's embrace, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures and love that lie ahead.

[theyraylovehate]

Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[wheezyandchesterwrite]

"Please don't leave me" ~ Peter Parker

Summary: When you are injured in battle Peter begs you to stay

Word Count: 3.4k

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Speedster!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, injuries, and blood. Just overall sad. (If we missed something that you feel should be tagged and/or mentioned let us now and we'll include it)

A/N: Hey, so as you can see we are not dead! :) (I don't know why I did that it hurt me too ok?) Since there was no post in March we are going to try our best to post two other one shots this month, but we'll see how that goes. Hope you all enjoy this and have a great morning/afternoon/night! -W&C :)

Also major thanks to @apotatoinabigfield and @too-attached-to-fiction for proofreading and beta-reading this!

*GIF IS NOT OURS* (We got it off of Google, but if anyone knows who the credits for it belong to let us know so we can rightfully tag them)

5 years ago:

“Something’s happening,” said the girl with the antennae, Mantis. At least, that’s what she had said her name was. Suddenly after, she turned to dust. She just disappeared. In shock, you got closer to Peter, looking for some kind of safety or comfort. Everyone was shocked; no one could understand what had just occurred before your very eyes. Before anyone could say something or even gather their thoughts, it happened again.

“Quill?” was the last thing Drax said before suffering the same fate as Mantis. We lost. That was the only explanation you could fathom. The Avengers had lost and Thanos won. You tightened your grip around Peter, fully embracing him now. You were all desperately trying to decipher who would be next, fearing it being yourselves or your loved ones, but it was pointless. Whatever was causing this came and left without a warning.

“Steady, Quill,” said Tony, but it was to no avail.

“Oh, man,” sighed the man who had introduced himself as Starlord, dusting away defeatedly. You looked up at Peter, who had wrapped his arms around you in a protective manner. He was scared, that much you could tell, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes, determined to conceal the unsettling fear of not being able to hold you for much longer. You tried to convince yourself it was done—that no one else would be taken—but it was pointless. Deep down, you knew this was far from over.

“Tony,” the man turned to look at Strange, “there was no other way.” Stephen Strange took a couple more breaths before dusting away like the others had. Although Strange had said he saw over sixty-three billion outcomes, you couldn’t see how this could be the one you won in. It definitely didn’t feel like it.

Suddenly, breathing became hard. You saw dust particles floating from your hand and the reality of what was going to happen hit you. “No,” you whispered anguishly.

“(Y/N)?” Peter brought your attention to him instead of the particles which declared your fate.

“Pete, I—” you started as you reached up to stroke his cheek, but before you could come in contact with his skin or finish your declaration, you faded away in his arms.

“I know,” the boy said softly as he watched the wind carry what was once his lover.

Tony was at loss for words. He felt like the universe was playing a sick, twisted prank on him. As Tony sulked, Peter felt it. He felt his spidey sense warn him that something was going to happen. He could feel his body struggle to keep him in one piece, to keep him together, to keep him alive. No matter how quickly his body fought, it was destined to lose. “Mr. Stark,” the boy called out to the man who was more than his mentor, the man who had become like a father to him.. “I don’t feel so good,” he painfully admitted. Peter started stumbling around, his legs struggling to keep him up.

“You’re alright,” defied Stark. More than an attempt to console the boy, Tony Stark was trying to reassure himself that the universe, as cruel as it had always been to him, wouldn't do this—that it would not take his boy away. But alas, the genius man was to be proven wrong.

“I— I don’t know what’s happening. I— I don’t understand,” countered the Spiderboy hurriedly. His feet gave out, and he would’ve fallen forward if it hadn’t been for Tony catching him and holding him up. More and more particles could be seen emerging from the boy, and in that moment, the only thing Tony could do was hold on to Peter for as long as he had left.

“I don’t wanna go,” Peter pleaded. “I don’t wanna go, Mr. Stark, please.” His voice was cracking and his legs couldn’t support him any longer as more particles escaped him. Peter’s pleas wouldn’t cease much like the cracks in his voice every time he spoke. Tony lowered him to the ground not daring to say a word. Peter, with teary, bloodshot eyes, looked at the man and whispered an apology before finally letting his body dissipate.

Tony couldn’t speak; he couldn’t even think. “He did it,” said Nebula. Yet the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist didn’t respond. He just looked at his hand, which was covered in dirt—dirt that had once been Peter Parker. Tony let himself cry, allowing grief and shock to take over him. After all there was nothing else he could do.

***

Present day:

“Love you—wait, what happened?” You find yourself reaching up, but the person you had been trying to touch no longer stood in front of you. Your body was slowly regaining feeling, but your mind felt as numb as ever. You had so many thoughts running through your brain at such a speed that you couldn’t focus on any of them.

“I love you too, Speedy.” You heard a voice answer from behind you. You felt some of the anxiety subside once you put a name to the voice, which was easy since only one person in the entire world called you Speedy.

“Peter,” you exhaled in relief. Turning around in an instant, you ran into the arms you had chosen to call home. Peter embraced you tightly, not wanting to release the other in fear of permanently losing one another this time. You didn’t know how much time had passed from when you lost your consciousness, but that didn’t matter for Peter. Seeing the person he had deemed to be his soulmate dissipate in front him had been more than enough for him to feel like the amount of time that had passed between then and now had been an eternity. Suddenly, Strange spoke up, answering the question plaguing everyone’s minds.

“It’s been five years. Come on, they need us.” He stated commandingly. You all shared looks of dumbfoundment and bewilderment. Five years? How could that have been possible? The only one on the planet you stood on who looked at ease was Stephen, his calm demeanor never faltering. You looked up at Peter confused, but he simply shrugged, not wanting to believe such time had passed yet knowing better than to contradict Dr. Strange.

“Okay, everyone, this is it. Activate your badass stances!” exclaimed Quill.

“What did you say about my ass, Quill?” Drax started charging towards him, visibly offended. You raced to wedge yourself between the two men, struggling to keep them apart.

“Hey, no time for that. Look!” You called over their attention to the portal Strange was opening in front of you. Peter swung his way to the front, landing elegantly. After making sure Quill and Drax would not try to go at each other's throats, you swiftly made your way to the front and stood beside Peter.

Glancing around what was going to serve as your battlefield for today, you grimly recognized the location. What was once known as the Avenger’s Headquarters was now no more than a field of scattered debris. Clouds of dust littered the air, the remains of mass destruction visible wherever you looked. You gave yourself a chase to take in the sight of Thanos’ army, and as you did so, fear and worry tried to etch their way into your brain as you realized what you were facing. This was an enemy that had already defeated you once, and when you had fought him, he hadn't even had an army backing him up. Your determination and will to fight and live to tell the tale overpowered those negative feelings. The sight of the spaceship filled you with spitefulness instead of dread, and you knew in that moment that you would do whatever it took to win. The Avengers would not lose again; you were going to make sure of that, even if you had to lay down your life for it to become a reality.

“Is that everyone?” Strange asked Wong.

“What, you wanted more?” Wong yelled back in disbelief, and Strange shrugged nonchalantly in response.

As everyone settled into position, Cap’s voice was loudly heard, like thunder rumbling through the field, “AVENGERS.” This was the moment of truth—your last chance to save humanity. You could feel the seconds pass before Steve gave the signal, “Assemble.” And with that, everyone was off.

A beautiful and empowering mess of battle cries could be heard around you. You, on the other hand, were silent as you ran, calculating your every move. Using all the knowledge you’d gained over the years about hand-in-hand combat, you started to hastily assassinate those monsters. You would jump at one, taking them down, and godspeed to your next target, sending each one you came in contact with on a one way trip to meet their maker. Near you, Peter was also taking out some of the Chitauri, at times propelling you onto your next target or eliminating some of them when you got surrounded. After clearing out most of the aliens near you, Peter tapped you on the shoulder and pointed to Tony. Understanding his intentions, you nodded and made your way towards the infamous Iron Man.

As you slid into the crater where Tony lay, Peter landed from his swinging. Tony stared at the two of you in disbelief, doubting whether or not to believe you were actually there. When his expression softened, and tender affection spread across his factions, Peter began rambling, and you shook off some of the concrete dust from your suit. “Hey, holy cow! You will not believe what’s going on,” Peter exclaimed as he helped Tony stand up.

“No?” Tony asked sarcastically, but it only encouraged you.

“Do you remember when we were in space? And we got all dusty? I guess we must’ve passed out because when we woke up, you were gone.” You now stood beside Peter as you spoke, your hands increasing their pace as you rambled on, making them impossible to follow with the human eye.

“But Doctor Strange was there right? He was like ‘It’s been five years. Come on they need us,’” Peter said as he tried to make an impression of Strange, mimicking the way the man had moved his hands when opening the portals.

“Yeah, and then he started doing the yellow sparkly thing he does all the time.” You took over from Pete when he gave you the chance.

“He did? Oh, God!” Tony exclaimed with feigned incredulity. He started walking toward you and grabbed you both by the shoulder, pushing you into him.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, bewildered.

“Huh, what’s this?” You questioned, confused as Tony engulfed you both simultaneously. He held you tightly, and when the shock passed, you and Peter hugged the man back even tighter.

“Oh, this is nice.” Peter sighed, earning a light chuckle from Stark.

“Listen, kids, we don’t have a lot of time right now, but I’ll catch you up on the latest trends once we take this bitch down. Okay?” Tony assured as he released you, holding on to your forearm to look the both of you in the eyes as he spoke.

“Yes, sir.” Peter saluted.

“See you on the other side of the war.” You smirked, knowing Tony and Peter must have caught that reference. Tony shook his head as he took off, the ghost of a grin barely noticeable on his lips.

Peter nudged you. “Be careful, okay?” His eyes showed genuine concern.

“Alright, I solemnly swear—” Peter gave you a warning look. “Okay, fine. I’ll try my best to be as careful as possible in the middle of a battle.” You finished, your tone a weird mixture between sarcasm and affection.

“Good.” He pressed a quick kiss to your temple before taking off.

“Alright, Chitauri, give me your best shot.” You smirked at the unsuspecting figure that was currently fighting off T’challa. Having speed and regeneration to your advantage, you zig-zagged around Thanos’ army, ducking and killing as you went. You moved with precision, only stopping when you were sure to have a clear shot at the enemy you were targeting.

You went on that way until you weren’t able to dodge a body that dropped in front of you, making you trip over it. The collision made you roll down a mountain of debris, hitting your head dangerously hard several times, as well as getting a couple of cuts along the way from the exposed, sharp metal.

“That’s sure to give me a concussion,” you grunted to yourself. The throbbing of your head distracted you from the burn of the cuts that now littered your abdomen, some deeper than others. It wasn’t until you brought a hand to your head, that you noticed the crimson liquid that coated it. “Oh, shit,” you exhaled. The pain was starting to catch up to you as the adrenaline subsided. You tried to use your powers to find yourself a safe spot until you recovered, but your attempts were futile seeing as the pain coursing through your body rendered you immobile.

“Is that Peter falling?” The figure you saw was indeed Peter and the sharp spiderlegs of his suits were still out for blood. You managed to move just enough that you were barely graced, another gash prompting blood out of your system. Peter tumbled in the opposite direction, clutching what you assumed to be the gauntlet you were supposed to keep out of Thanos’ hands. The sudden movements to dodge Peter hadn’t come without consequences. You felt like your surroundings were spiralling around you, dizziness overtaking you as you started to cough up blood. You managed to stubbornly sit up and when you looked to your side, you saw Peter giving the gauntlet to a glowing woman.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that,” you heard him admit to her out of breath.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda stepped in.

“She’s got help,” Okoye finished, her hands wrapped tightly around her spear. Soon the rest of the women joined and took off together. It was a powerful moment to witness and one you would’ve loved to be a part of, if it weren’t for your current situation. You closed your eyes in a somewhat successful effort to ease off the pain pulsating in your head.

“Man, those are some badass women,” Peter muttered as he sat down. “Wait—” He quickly looked around, but missed you completely. “Where’s my badass woman?” Peter frantically shuffled to his feet, hoping to see a flash of yellow zoom by, but no such luck. You tried to call out to him, wanting to let him know you were there, but your voice got caught in your throat, replaced by a cough that was followed by blood. The sound caught Peter’s attention, his gaze trying to find where it came from. His heart constricted in his chest when he finally caught sight of you and the state you were in.

In a flash, he was hovering over you, putting your own abilities to shame given the speed at which he got to you. Your eyes were still closed, as you relished the relief it gave you, but you were drifting off at this point and didn’t have the energy nor strength to open them again. That was until Peter started shaking you awake. “(Y/N)? Oh God, come on, please be okay.” You could hear the panic and desperation in his voice. Your eyes felt so heavy, it was almost impossible to open them, but you managed to do so, just enough to see Peter exhale in relief after seeing you respond.

Tucked away behind blood and dryness, you managed to find your voice and you raspily told him, “I’m okay, Peter. It’ll heal. Go help the others.” You took ragged breaths between each sentence, your lungs struggling to keep up. Peter could very much tell you weren’t okay and knew that with the amount of injuries you had suffered it was almost impossible for your regenerative abilities to save you.

“(Y/N), we both know that’s not happening; it’s too much. I mean, it might heal, but there are too many things to heal for you to survive waiting and—” He abruptly stopped his own rambling after he noticed you had closed your eyes again. “(Y/N)? (Y/N), please, stay with me.”

His voice was breaking and his eyes were starting to swell up with tears. It broke your heart to hear him like this. You fought to stay conscious, for his sake, but the blood loss and pain was becoming too great to bear and you felt yourself falling into a deep slumber once more.

Peter was getting desperate, tears freely flowing down his cheeks now. “Please, (Y/N/N), please don’t leave me.” He held your body close to his, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Sobs rocked his body as he kept begging for you to stay. His voice and your tear stained neck was the last thing you registered before you let go and fell into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.

***

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way. Maybe this time, I’m hoping if you play this back, it’s in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back, and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored. If there was ever such a thing. God, what a world! Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren’t alone, let alone, you know, to this extent, I mean I wouldn’t have been surprised. But come on, you know? The epic forces of darkness and light that have come into play. And for better or for worse, that’s the reality Morgan’s gonna have to find a way to grow up in. So, I thought I’d probably better record a little greeting... In case of an untimely death on my part. I mean, not that death at any time isn’t untimely. This time travel thing that we’re gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it’s—it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all—that’s the thing. Then again, that’s the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end. What am I even trippin’ for? Everything’s gonna work out exactly the way it’s supposed to. I love you 3,000.”

Pepper walked out of the cabin she and Tony had called home, holding a wreath that in its middle held Tony’s first arc reactor. Everyone stood out in front of the lake, waiting as she gently placed it on the water. She took her place beside Peter, who was silently crying as he held your emotionally devastated self in his arms. Having passed out when you did had ultimately saved your life, your body using its remaining energy in healing you rather than keeping you awake, but that meant you missed the events that led up to your victory and were therefore unable to say a proper farewell to the man who served as your mentor for years.

Waking up to the news that the man who had taken better care of you and had looked out for you more than your own parents was dead didn’t settle in easily. It took a while before you were able to accept he was gone.

Peter had been there for you every step of the way, holding you during all the sleepless nights you had spent crying and shaking you awake when your dreams became plagued with nightmares from the battle. Guilt had made a home in your heart, the feeling never leaving as you thought of ways you could have avoided getting injured, ways you could have fought better, ways that could have resulted in being able to say goodbye to Tony Stark, the man who sacrificed himself for the universe.

Everyone stood silently as you all watched the wreath float out of sight, before turning to share your condolences with each other. You held on to Peter tightly, as if he too were to slip from your fingers at any moment. You stood there mindlessly listening in on the nostalgic conversations between the people who cared for Tony. Looking around at everyone gathered, it became clear that the arc reactor which was now floating off in the lake was not the only proof that Tony Stark had a heart. All his friends, colleagues, family and adopted students were walking proof that not only did Tony Stark have a heart, but that he had the biggest heart a human could possibly have.

Taglist: @steveisherdaddy @apotatoinabigfield @xlostinobsessionsx @izjustafaze @yourlocalwhitemanwhore

[planetshua]

starboy

starlord!chan x scrapper!reader

contains: guardians of the galaxy au, enemies to (one night stand) lovers, eventual smut, strong language, fem reader, featuring jeonghan

word count: 1.5k

[part one]

Knowhere definitely wasn’t home, not a lot of people genuinely call that mess their home, but it was at least familiar. Knowhere had grown to be an oddly comforting place to you. Being a scrapper you had to visit it to do jobs frequently, along with other sketchy planets such as Sakaar and Terra. Not to mention you had a lot of friends that also frequented Knowhere for their business. You had to appreciate one friend in particular’s bravery for living and working on Knowhere, especially as a bartender. Shit gets rowdy on Knowhere, that’s for sure. Scrappers, outlaws, miners, and the like sure know how to party.

This night, much like many other nights, you find yourself sitting at the end of the bar in Crossings, the club that your good friend Jeonghan is a bartender at. He’s a handsome half-Terran, half-Xandarian man, absolutely covered in beautiful tattoos. He doesn’t take shit from people and makes sure to help ward off weirdos and creeps that try to come at you from time to time. It’s important to have someone like him around when you’re by yourself on Knowhere. It’s a lawless planet and people aren’t afraid to do as they please, even if it’s fucked up.

An hour or so before landing at the bar, you’d come “home” to your ship, lovingly named Augusta, at the end of a long day of scavenging for some particular things you needed for a gig. You kicked your heavy work boots off and dropped your bag by the door. You laid around for a while before deciding to go out like you did most nights. Although it probably doesn’t seem like it, seeing as you hang out at the same club every night you’re here, you aren’t really that much of a partier. Crossings is a rather small club, hidden away from the main thoroughfares in a skinny alley crammed with little pubs, restaurants, and clubs. You’d probably have to know about it in advance to even end up there, being plain and unassuming from the outside. The inside, while small, was always bustling, though not nearly as wild as the clubs found in the heart of Exitar. Crossings was nothing special to you, you rarely went there with the intention of “going clubbing.”

Once up in your sleeping quarters, you slipped from your thick jacket and then your undershirt. You rummaged through your drawers for a moment before deciding on a sweater you’d crudely sliced into a little crop top a couple months back. You slipped on some chunky platforms and admired your outfit in a mirrored tile on the wall. It was effortless but still kinda cute. Thick platform boots, baggy black pants covered in pockets and straps and chains, and chunky sweater with its tattered edge hanging above your midriff. “Badass,” you thought to yourself, appreciating the look before grabbing your things and heading out.

Just like all the other nights you spent hanging in Crossings, you sat at the end of the bar nearest to the wall, kicking back and relaxing while chatting with Jeonghan when he wasn’t busy. At this point you were a couple light drinks in when a slight buzz crept into your mind and a tightness grasped your bladder.

“Hey Jeonghan,” you called over the bar, “watch my drink?”

“No problem, doll,” he replied before tucking it beneath the bar, out of harm's way.

With that, off you went to the bathroom, through a winding mess of sweaty bodies. It was significantly quieter in the bathroom, though significantly smellier in there, too. You were quick to finish your business before heading back into the club. Without looking you peeled out of the bathroom and quickly set down the short hall to the club, soon colliding directly into someone.

“Hey, what the fuck!” you scolded, pushing the man off of you.

“Shit…” he groaned, rubbing his chest where it collided with your head, “sorry, man.”

“Watch where you’re going next time, starboy,” you hissed at him, continuing your path back to the pulsating club. He sat on the ground for a moment, a mixture of a smirk and a pained grimace painting his face.

“It’s Star-Lord!” he retorted unenthusiastically from his place on the grimy floor. You chose to ignore him, rolling your eyes and winding back through the crowd to your little corner of the bar. Like clockwork as you sat down on your stool Jeonghan placed your glass back onto the bar in front of you.

“Get a load of this shit,” you laughed as you began to tell him about your encounter with an all too familiar face in the back hallway.

“Oh god, what is Chan Quill doing back on Knowhere?” Jeonghan sighed.

“No clue,” you responded before sipping your drink, “usually he’s just doing Ravager shit in Exitar.” You’d heard about the messes he got himself into with the Ravagers and seen occasional bounties put up for him, typically for a pretty penny, too. He wasn’t all that impressive really, but he sure as hell did his best to try and make it seem like he was.

“It bothers me that he’s out here in the outskirts,” he said, wiping down glasses with a towel, “especially in my bar.”

“It’ll be fine, Hannie, don’t worry,” you reassured him. You gulped down the last of your drink, feeling the slight sting in the back of your throat.

“You say that, but…” he began to retort before trailing off and pointing behind you. You looked around only to realize that he was walking right towards you. His face lit up as your eyes met and although you couldn’t hear it over the crowd, you could tell he had shouted ‘hey!’ in your direction.

“Ah shit, Hannie,” you whined, whipping your head back around.

“It’ll be fine, doll, don’t worry,” he mocked, imitating the way you attempted to comfort him just a moment ago.

“Hey there,” Chan said, slipping onto the bar stool next to you.

“What do you need?” you asked bluntly.

“Hey now, I’m just here to apologize,” he responded, leaning against the lip of the bar, “no need to be feisty. Can I get you a drink?” You glared at him. “As an apology, calm down,” he chuckled. You paused for a moment before giving in.

“Fine,” you sighed, accepting the offer just for a free drink. “Hey Hannie, another one on him,” you tilted your empty glass in his direction.

“You got it, doll.” Jeonghan finished what he was doing and then whipped up another glass of your go-to drink. “And you?” he asked Chan plainly.

“I’ll have whatever they’re having,” Chan smirked slightly in your direction. You and Jeonghan both rolled your eyes a little at this, but he had the drink mixed up in no time.

“Twenty units,” Jeonghan said, sitting the drink in front of Chan.

“Jesus…” Chan muttered to himself before paying up. “You come here often? God that sounded cheesy… but for real?”

“Yep,” you responded, popping the ‘p,’ “Most nights, really.”

“How do you afford to drink here every night?” he asked with a laugh.

“Jeonghan hooks me up,” you answered, “it doesn’t end up being that much.”

“Ohh, are you two… a thing?” he questioned with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“No, oh my god,” you laughed a little too loudly at that, “Jeonghan’s got a man.”

“OHHH gotcha,” Chan chuckled before clearing his throat, “do you ‘got a man’?”

“Are you just trying to get in my pants, starboy?” you questioned snarkily. You could see Jeonghan giving you the let-me-know-if-i-need-to-beat-some-ass look from down the bar.

“Um, first of all, it’s Star-LORD,” he started once again, “and secondly, I’m just trying to-”

“Trying to get in my pants,” you cut him off, “it’s obvious, so cut the shit or leave me alone please.”

“Ah c’mon, sweetheart, I’m not trying to offend-” Before he could even finish his sentence you slipped a small dagger from its holster on your thigh and pointed it at him.

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” you hissed. His eyes blew wide open as he started stammering.

“WOAH SHIT, CALM DOWN-” he began to shout before Jeonghan stomped over to your spot at the bar.

“You two better cut the dramatics,” Jeonghan scolded, “I don’t tolerate this messy shit at my bar, go fight outside like normal people.” He started to return to what he was doing but stopped himself quickly. “That goes for you too, doll, you don’t get special privileges.”

“Jeonghannn,” you whined at him, putting your dagger away.

“Let me know if you need any assistance, okay? Stop starting fights at my bar. I work here, I can handle this shit.” And with that you decided it was time to stop while you were ahead. You slugged down the last of your drink and grabbed your things.

“Hannie, I’m out,” you called out to him as you slipped off your stool.

“That’s good,” he responded, “Be safe. Love you!”

“Love you too, Han.”

“Hey, wait!” Chan started calling out after you as you headed to the door. You paid him no mind as you slipped out the door and into the humid night.

[sunflowersteves]

*flips chair over* but ya know what ship that is so rare, I mean practically in the background, getting no damn love? Peter Quill x Reader x Gamora. I saw like only two headcanons for that ship. And now it intrigues me so much. Sis, imagine??? I need a smutty and fluffy headcanon of those two? A warrior princess and a goofy starlord in love with you? Hot damn, I say, HOT DAMN. - buckybarnesplumwhore

gamora x peter quill x fem!reader

author’s note: okay you’re right and should say it louder. and we all know peter and gamora would not stand for such a homophobic ass. also sjsjsjsj im so sorry how late this is but i hope you like it, babe!!

warnings: fluff, some angst, smut, oral, fingering, threesome [18+ only]

babe imagine getting extremely jealous that gamora and peter are getting super close with each other

you had to watch Peter flirt with Gamora as he placed whatever human gadget on her ears

you had to watch Gamora as she so subtly stared at peter almost constantly and boy did it drive you utterly insane

but the thing was, you never noticed at how often they stared at you or how often they talked about wanting to feel your soft skin on theirs

you never noticed the little whispers every time a sun or moon would shine on you a certain way or peter would crack extra jokes just to so they could see you smile

that is, until you had caught gamora and peter making out in the back of the ship 

they immediately detached from each other but relaxed when they saw it was you 

“Want to join us?” peter smirked, watching you as your surprised expression turned into a sad one

you had thought he was just joking, one of the many things peter did that would normally made you smile but not when the two people you love the most in all of the galaxies were happy together

Gamora sensed your sorrow and jabbed peter in the rib, his mouth immediately closing 

tears had already sprinkled across your eyes which made the gamora and peter’s heart clench. 

you really thought that neither of them wanted you and that was so far from the truth

gamora slowly walks up to you and places her hands on your cheeks, pulling you in as her lips meet yours

Her hands grabbed your waist, the heat from her finger tips making you shudder in delight, your lips devouring one another as the passion rises beneath your beating heart

You then feel a pair of soft but slightly chapped lips attach themselves to your shoulder and slowly moving up to your neck

Peter groans into your neck at hearing your soft whimpers that cloud Gamora’s lips

Much to your distase, Gamora leaves her lips off of yours but her hands move up to your stomach and up your shirt, feeling your soft warm skin

Her hands move expertly up to the mounds of your breasts, a whine escapes your mouth from the sensual feelings

She carefully rolls your sensitive bud between her fingers, watching your expressions as you gape at the pleasurable feeling

“You’ve felt neglected, huh? Have we not been paying enough attention to you, sweet girl?”

You couldn’t even respond before Peter moves his head to capture your lips in a searing kiss, teeth clashing and lips crushing as the wetness pools around your panties

Gamora hastily unbuckles your belt and kneels on the ground, pulling your pants and underwear down as quickly as possible

She practically drools at the sight of your glistening cunt, the mess slowly gathering on your thighs

“Such a pretty pussy.” You whimper as her tongue goes to lick between your folds, the tangy taste had her moaning in delight

“Peter, she taste so delicious. Our sweet girl is just aching for us.”

You gasp lightly as Peter kneels down next to gamora, watching the slick drip onto his thighs

He takes one finger and swirls it around your folds, your hands immediately going to grab onto his hair and pull

“You’re so wet, baby. You smell so fucking sweet.” You mewl wantonly as he easily slides a finger in, feeling your tight walls flutter against his thick finger

The squelching sounds of your pussy make gamora and peter swoon, their eyes shined with hunger as your moans became louder throughout the back of the ship

Your eyes widened slowly in anticipation as gamora leaned in to lick some of your slick and run it over your clit

Your body felt hot to the touch and sweat glistened off of you as they slowly worked up to your climax

Gamora tongue swirled around your clit, moving to your folds where your pussy was stuffed with Peter’s finger

Without warning, Peter inserts another finger which makes you yell

There was a slight pain from the lanky thigh fingers filling you up more than yourself

The sight of those two devouring your cunt had almost sent you over the edge, the combination of fire burning pleasures was rising

Your mind wandered to the love you have for these two in front of you, your heart rampaged against your rib cage

“Are you going to come on my fingers, sweet girl? Are you gonna let us taste your delicious cum?”

Peter starts to pump his fingers at a faster pace, watching as your legs become wobbly and unstable

Gamora swirls her tongue over and over again on your nub, flicking it back and forth

white hot pleasure wash over you in large waves, your climax surging through you as both of them flicker their eyes to watch

They both groan and moan as your wetness bursts out of you, your cum rushing onto peter’s fingers

With a satisfied him, he takes his middle finger and tastes every single drop before sticking his index finger in gamora’s mouth

She moans around his finger, tasting your sweet tangy cum, the sounds of your panting surrounded the room

“we love you, sweet girl.”

marvel: @harrysthiccthighss @fandomsandxfiles @rebekahdawkins

permanent: @captainchrisstan @angstysebfan @rebekahdawkins @hailmary-yramliah @buckybarnesplumwhore

[moon-antics]

fandoms i will write for

[ i will mostly write ‘x reader’ stories because that is what i’m most familiar with and also mostly with a fem Reader if it isn’t requested otherwise ]

STAR WARS 

anakin skywalker

obi-wan kenobi

 luke skywalker

han solo

poe dameron

 rey

 finn

 kylo ren / ben solo

 cal kestis 

MARVEL

steve rogers ( captain america )

james ‘bucky’ barnes ( the winter soldier )

loki

thor

tony stark ( iron man )

wanda maximoff ( scarlett witch )

pietro maximoff ( quicksilver )

 peter parker ( spiderman)

 steven strange ( doctor strange )

natascha romanoff ( black widow )

peter quill ( starlord )

gamora

sam wilson ( the falcon )

THE HOBBIT / LORD OF THE RINGS

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

legolas

tauriel

thranduil

aragorn

frodo baggins

samwise gamgee

meriadoc brandybock ( merry )

peregrin tuk ( pippin )

[too-many-baes]

Old Habits

Pairing: fem!reader x Peter Quill

Warning(s): N/A

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: Trying to stop seeing Peter was easier than it sounded, and after a particularly bad date Y/N finds herself running back to the man she’d said she was done with

                                                      *************

Peter lies in bed smugly, his arms locked behind his head while he watches you pull your jeans back on like a king surveying his kingdom.

“This is the last time Peter.” You say as you search the ground for your shirt, locating it and throwing it over your head. He rolls his eyes playfully at your statement, his smirk not leaving his lips.

“You’ve said that too many times to count.” You wish you could say something to wipe the overconfident grin from his face, but you knew he was right. If you had a dollar for every time you’d made that statement then you’d have enough to fund the dates you should be going on instead of wasting your time with ‘Starlord’, which you absolutely refused to call him. You weren’t lying on the occasions you’d told Peter it would be the last time, you had meant it every single time. Yet somehow you always found yourself tangled in the sheets with him again and again. As hard as you try you can’t quit him, he’s your personal drug. You didn’t need to smoke, his lips giving you a bigger head rush than any cigarette, his touch lighting up your veins more than any needle.    

“This time I mean it. I have a date tonight.” You can’t help but smile at his raised eyebrow despite the fact he recovers it quickly.

“Oh yea, how’d you two meet?” His question irritates you as you know the reaction your response will illicit.

“We haven’t,” you relent, “it’s a blind date.” Just as you expected he chuckles at you making you bite the inside of your cheek in irritation as you tie your laces.

“Oh that’s perfect, ‘cause they always work out.” The nonchalant tone in his voice does nothing to hide the cynicism in his words to which you can’t help but grin at.

“That wouldn’t be jealousy I hear, would it Quill?” Peter scoffs at your question.

“Jealousy, from me? No, I’m just concerned about what high collared, mother’s basement living loser you’re gonna be stuck with tonight.” He removes his hands from behind his head in a mock gesture of surrender before continuing. “But that’s your decision and I wish you luck.” The sarcasm dripping from his voice portraying the true meaning behind his words. You pick up your handbag and go to exit his bedroom.

“I want a relationship Peter, and that starts with this,” you say motioning between the two of you, “ending.” You take a moment to take him in in all his glory, the thin white sheet loosely sitting on his hip bones, his bare chest that earlier you’d been running your hands over, exposed to the air.

“Whatever you say Y/N, but you know what they say about old habits.” You tsk-ed at him and left the room before he could shoot any more smug comments at you.

Peter Quill wasn’t the ‘relationship type’, you had known that from the first alcohol fuelled night that you had spent with him. You’d been lying beside him, chest heaving and body still tingling, when he was already trying to get you out of the room with excuses and charm. You hadn’t cared much at the time, leaving and thinking nothing more of it. A chance encounter with him a second time had propelled your relationship from one night stand to a regular occurrence, both of understanding that casual was all you’d wanted from each other.

The more you’d seen of Peter the more sure of that fact you’d been. He was a flirt and a womanizer, almost as if it was within his very DNA to hit on any woman in his vicinity. You hadn’t cared though, as long as his attention was on you when you wanted it, which it always was.

The day flew by and before you knew it, it was time to meet your date. You waited at the table you’d booked at a casual restaurant, twirling your fork against the table cloth out of nerves. After waiting half an hour your date finally arrived with no excuse or apology for his tardiness.

While he wasn’t the momma’s boy that Peter had foretold, he was arguably worse. Your date insisted that he ordered for you, spoke about himself and nothing but, and then gave you advice on how to advance your career that he knew nothing about. A momma’s boy sounded like a pipe dream by the time you’d finished convincing your date that you were more than capable of getting your own taxi home.  

You flop down onto your double bed, burying your head into your pillows so that you can let out a dramatic muffled scream. Your phone dinging briefly pulled you out of your wallowing, but not for long when you see it was from Peter.

From: Peter

How was it, is he going to make an honest woman of you?

God, he could be a jerk. You almost didn’t want to reply, but when it comes to Peter you can’t help yourself.

To: Peter

You’re invited to the wedding. You’re not getting a plus one so don’t even ask.

You let out a self-pitying sigh. All you want is to be able to move on with your life. You have the career and for the first time in a long time you feel ready for a relationship. You have a feeling if dating was going to continue the way it had gone tonight though that you wouldn’t be getting into any relationships any time soon.

From: Peter

Can I swap the plus one for a night, let’s say tonight?

You knew this was coming before you’d even seen the message, because this is how it always goes. You start completely unwilling to see him and then he charms you until you’re at his place taking his clothes off. Tonight though no coaxing was going to be necessary. You wanted that fix of nicotine and his electric touch to banish the memories from tonight.

To: Peter

I’ll be there in 15.

You wanted familiar, you wanted a distraction. You wanted Peter.

You’re at his place in record time. You impatiently rap against his front door and he’s there before you can blink. Your hands go directly to his face as you pull him in for a hungry kiss. He spins you around to pull you through the threshold so he can close the close behind you, never detaching his lips from yours.

“Your date was this good huh?” He says against your lips in between kisses.

“Don’t even go there.” You detach your lips from his to pull his shirt off as you speak. Once removed, his hands grab your hips and he pulls you flush against his body.

“Jump.” He whispers demandingly in your ear and you oblige instantly, jumping so he can catch you by your thighs and carry on your heated kiss into his bedroom.

                                                          *************

You lie in bed spent from your latest fix. The sheets cling to your still sweaty body as you relish in the dull ache of your limbs. You have your head resting on Peter’s outstretched arm as you both lay on your backs regaining your breath.

“So, you going to tell me about this date or am I gonna have to trick the info out of you?” He says playfully with a grin spreading across his lips. You raise an eyebrow at him, confused as to why he was so curious, but relenting none-the-less.

“He was a sexist douche who ordered me a salad while telling me how to live my life.” You surmise, wanting to keep this conversation short. Peter lets out a whistle.

“Yikes, guy really had no game at all.” You let out a small laugh at this and agree with Peter.

You fall into a comfortable silence as you both gaze at the ceiling that is so familiar to you by now that you had memorised every line and crack on it.

“Can I ask you something?” He all but whispers. You find a verbal response would be ill-fitting so you simply nod for him. “Why are you going on dates all of a sudden?” Your brows furrow instantly at his completely out of character question. You guys were casual, always had been, your respective dating lives on a strictly need to know basis.

You breathe out as you try to find the words to answer his question. “I’m ready to move on with my life. As fun as what we have is I need something more.” The room becomes silent at the end of your question. You chance a look at Peter’s face and see his eyes on you, as if searching for more answers in your features.

“What if I can give you something more?” You can’t help it, you throw your head back and laugh at his question. When your still smiling face looks back at his you see no hint of humour on his features. Instead he appears serious, his lips slightly turned down at your reaction.

“Oh c’mon Peter, you can’t be serious?” Your incredulous tone deepens his frown, and his eyes shift around your face.

“Yeah I’m serious. You don’t have to act like it’s the craziest thing you ever heard.”

You sit up in bed and turn your body so that you’re facing his lying form. You thoroughly search his features for any small detail that would give his lie away, but you are forced to take his words as truth when you find nothing.

If you were being honest with yourself, when you and Peter had first started you’d toyed with the idea of pushing for something more. He was a nice guy and he made you laugh even when you didn’t want to. As picturesque as you had once found that notion, you were forced at every turn to face the reality it would never happen. It wasn’t in his nature, every time he asked for a girl’s number it was as if it was a compulsion, a need. Peter wasn’t made for monogamy so you had come to realise he wasn’t made for you.

“Where is this coming from Peter? You don’t do relationships, you told me that when we first met.” He sits up and mirrors your position so that you are both facing each other, his knees brushing against yours. “What about the other girls you’re sleeping with?”

“There are no other girls.” What? As long as you’d known him there had been other girls, so many that you were sure he didn’t know all of their names. “There hasn’t been for a while now, it just didn’t feel right anymore.” Your eyes watched his lips move, assessing every word that crossed them.

“What are you saying?” Your eyes lock as he considers his answer to your question, both of you knowing that your relationship could be forever changed.

“I like you Y/N, I like you a lot.” There it was, laid out in front of you, words that you had never considered he’d speak to you. Words that you had no response for. He senses your hesitation and gently reaches across and grabs one of your hands, running his thumb delicately across your knuckles as he continues. “I know we said we wanted casual, if that’s what you still want I can do that. But now you’re looking, would you go on a date with me?”

He was being vulnerable, with gentle touches and hopeful eyes, in a way you had never seen before. You have no idea what to tell him and you truly don’t know what you want from him.

“I never thought this was an option, I haven’t even thought about it”, you tell him honestly. He nods his head with you in understanding.

“I know, Y/N, I know. Can you give us a chance? Just go on one date with me and if it doesn’t work out we can drop it, forget it ever happened.”

It would be easier to deny him, you know it would. Your relationship until this point had been easy and carefree with clearly defined parameters. If you agreed you’d be throwing what made your relationship so easy out the window.

Looking up at his eyes with the gentle movement of his thumb against your hand you recall when you had wanted something more, how you had felt about him, and you realise that those feelings had become dormant but were still present.

“Okay Peter, one date. If you blow it there’s no second though”, you say with a mock threatening tone. His smile at your answer makes the trial you have signed yourself up for feel completely worth it.

You have no clue if this is a good idea, in fact you have your suspicions that it’s not, but you can’t close the door of possibility before it’s even open.

Peter leans forward and places an excited kiss upon your lips before grinning his signature cocky smirk at you and speaking.

“I guess old habits really do die hard.”

[thecreativeangel]

Hurricane (Peter Parker x Reader)

Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: A battle against Thanos leaves your unconventional family even smaller and more divided than ever. As you dig through the rubble to find their bodies, tempers flare at the slightest touch, including yours and Peter’s. 

Warnings: This oneshot is based off of Hurricane by Flurie, I highly recommend you check her out. Definitely swearing, and MAJOR angst. Describes blood, gore, being ripped in half, losing loved ones, death, Thanos being a lil shit, going mad... I cri so much, my poor bby’s. 

Word Count: 1647. That’s... less than I usually do...

Your could feel their hearts hanging in the air, chipping apart to splinters. How does a person begin to describe how icy cold and searing hot the pit in your stomach is when all you want to do is vomit until the pain goes away. There was no time for tears, not for you. You, who desperately yanked at Black Widow’s arm, the only part of her exposed under the chunk of concrete that crushed her legs. Every pull was another sound of flesh ripping as you separated her upper and lower body, the blood beginning to pool into a puddle, dirtying the toes of your shoes. With one last jerk, you and her upper body skidded back, your butt landing painfully on the destroyed sidewalk, a few feet away from the largest pile of rubble. What remained of Natasha Romanoff wasn’t much, but you had to lay her next to the others. You had to.

So, you dragged her limp half form across, the smears of blood intersecting with others. There would be no proper funeral, but years of mourning. She was laid next to Captain America, who’s cracked in half shield was already loaded on the Guardian's last getaway ship. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave their most precious belongings, it would be sin, absolute sin. Rocket payed no attention to you as you placed Black Widow’s pistols down next to Captain America’s cracked shield and trudged back to the wreckage. It was harder than ever to keep your composure, almost impossible. This was harder than you knew it would be, but you held your strength in the most when wearing thin. Take everything in slow; that was the only way not to break down right now, that was what Natasha told you before she died.

Thor was standing over Loki’s body. You didn’t know if he was crying his soul out or silently brooding because it would hurt too much to look him in the face. Gamora and Starlord huddled together with Groot under Gamora’s arm, watching Mantis sit over Drax, weeping loudly and muttering like a crazed person. She had been trying to heal him for two hours now, pressing her bloodied hands against the hole above his heart as if she had the power to make it better. You guiltily decided she had gone half mad with anguish, most likely for good. Wanda Maximoff was lying on a stretcher in critical condition, but at least she wasn’t in heaven with her brother yet… Bruce Banner was now standing over Natasha’s half corpse and you joined him, not knowing what else to do at the moment.

“You didn’t have to tear her apart.” He murmurs dryly, still looking down at her. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Bruce…”

He whipped around to you suddenly, his skin tinted green. “I COULD HAVE FUCKING DRAGGED HER OUT MYSELF.”

His voice echoed across the abandoned street and you shrink back. Banner unclenches the fists at his sides, bringing his hands up to rub his temples and you choose this moment to slink away, tears pricking your vision.

Reaction wise, Peter Parker the worst of them all. You approached him at Iron Man’s body, the man and the suit separated, but you didn’t know which looked worse. He heard you come closer, curse the enhanced senses, and wheeled around, pale in the face and red in the eyes.

“Are you going to take the suit.” It was more of a statement that a question, harsh and dead.

“Who cares?” He says, twisting his mask in his hands. “‘Cuz I don’t. I don’t care what happens anymore. I don’t care if his body fricking rots here, I don’t care if Thanos shoots me down himself.”

“Great way of thinking.”

“Yeah?” Peter asks loudly, temper flaring. “How ironic to hear that coming from you. What did you do to save him?”

“Don’t-” You say stepping closer. “Don’t give me that shit. I-”

“You failed!” Peter yells harshly. He never yelled at you. “We all failed! I could have done instant kill and I didn’t because I was fucking scared!”

“You’d have died if you activated instant kill,” You counter, trying hard not to explode. The temper had to be kept inside, fragile and composed, but still inside.

“I DON’T CARE!” Peter roars, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you roughly. “MR. STARK WOULD BE ALIVE NOW IF I HADN’T BEEN SCARED!”

“Shut up with your mourning!” You seeth, regretting every word of defense that was uttered. So close to breaking down, you ached to let him in, to tell him you understood. “You’re not the only one-”

“Who did you lose?” Peter asks incredulously, throwing his hands up. “No one, because you’ve got no on-”

You shoved him back with all your strength. He didn’t know the several times your life nearly ended because he was never there. Peter was never there when your hurricane came, he never knew. Your anger was several times the flame, too much for you to take, your mind roaring at you to tell him, to make him know what he missed. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but they weren’t sad tears, they were angry. Furious. Livid because…

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, ASSHOLE!” You scream, pushing him back again. “I LOST NATASHA! SHE ADOPTED ME, CARED FOR ME WHEN I WAS LIVING ALONE ON THE FUCKING STREET, I LOVED HER LIKE A MOTHER AND YOU STILL BITCH? HOW’S AUNT MAY, HUH PETER? HOW’S SHE DOING, SAFE AND HAPPY IN BOSTON?”

You gasp for air, loving to let go of the poison inside you. The sky evening sky burned red against your skin, ashes falling like a eerie rainfall. Words flowed out of your mouth, mixing with relief, weakness and self doubt. Peter stepped back, stiff as a board. The world you knew, the world you kept to yourself spun and churned around him in the wind. This was it, your hurricane had broken loose, the weathervane spinning out of control, fragile and exposed. There was a pained look on his face, but then again, that only scratched the surface of what he was feeling. The worst possible moment you chose to break down and give into the ache, letting him in. It’s all you knew, all you ever knew was this hurricane, standing there, rooted to the ground. Ashes were falling slow, dense like a pouring rain.

Peter moved. Rushed forward and tackled you in a hug, squeezing you like letting go would mean instant death.

“Let go,” You mumble stubbornly in protest, attempting to pry his arms from around your waist. Peter would deal with the pain like you did. Now both of you would know the hurricane. He would fall apart slowly under the pouring ash rain, just like you did. “Let me fucking-”

His sob made you forget everything. Peter Parker was sobbing into your suit, his chest spasming in heaping cries, burying his face deeper in the material. Peter Parker was broken.

“I’m s-sorr-” He couldn’t finish before another convulsion and he wailed pitifully, hiding against your shoulder.

“It’s-” You cut yourself off. It wasn’t okay, nothing was okay. You watched his emotions flow, regretting everything, because it was just Peter, after all. After this, he wouldn’t stay the same, but you didn’t ever think of how it would change him. You watched his emotions go, knowing both you and him would never be the same. Everything was messed up, beaten, burned, obliterated, but those words weren’t comforting. “It’s okay...”

Peter responded with a muffled wail. “Peter…” You murmur softly, running your hand through his messy hair, over and over. “C’mon, we have to-to go. You shouldn’t l-look at him an-any more-”

You were weeping harder now too, choking on the salt water that poured down your cheeks. Peter heard your distress and raised his head, cupping your face in his hands and brushing away the flow with the pads of his thumbs. It didn’t help, the tears were still coming in streams, but then he gave you a watery smile and you couldn’t help but mirror it, staring into his red rimmed eyes.

“Who’s helping who, huh?” You murmur, causing him to chuckle. He would change, so would you, but you didn’t know how, and that was okay.

“I love you…” He whispers simply, pressing his lips against yours. You respond immediately, the kiss tired and lazy, open mouthed with the absence of lust. Right now, all you and him needed was a bit of hope and a lot of love, just enough to glue the shattered pieces back together. You close your eyes and grip his sides tighter, cherishing the moment of peace.

You pull away, taking his hands off your face and lacing his fingers together with yours. “We’ll rebuild the Avengers.” You suggest. He tries to turn behind and look at their bodies but you force him to look at you.

“We’ll rebuild the Avengers.” You repeat firmly, staring into his eyes.

“I know we will.” Peter says softly, tearing up again. Here you were, building yourself up again after such a defeat, like a true warrior. He was beyond proud. “We’ll be different after this, y’know. I don’t know how we will change…”

“Stay with me then,” You whisper. “We can save them, if we try.”

He squeezed your hand and sniffled. “‘Course we will. We always do.”

And so it known to you and him that life has a funny way of restarting itself. While everyone else is living peacefully, some take on the job of bringing the peace at the sacrifice of their own sanity. In a hurricane of heartbreak, misery, torture, pain and suffering, all it takes is to find the tiny drop of hope that, in your case, came in the shape of a lanky sixteen year old boy named Peter Parker.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

wait damn it i dont think i was anon making that request so HIYA AGAIN 💀💀 (basically this is just restating my request)

foaming at the mouth for peter quill (per usual) so this is a peter req! so maybe smthn abt reader stealing his shirt/s like hes trying to find one and hes like okay where did all my shirts go and then he sees reader all comfy in his shirt and he just MELTS 🥰

Hopefully you can do this soon, ur like famous so u have like 1000 requests LMAO have a great rest of your week/end!

-🪐

hii again🪐!! and dw you were anon for that request😭😭 this is so stinking cute! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 have a great rest of you week too<3 also wanna know something funny? I have 2 of his tshirts, he left them at mine ;)

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Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 0.8k

warnings || none just fluff

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There are many great attributes about Quill, and sometimes there are too many to list. But one thing in particular, is his style. Despite his knack for good music and food, there's just something about his clothes that often made you gawk. 

Over the years, Peter has acquired quite the collection of fun and funky t-shirts, most of them bought on various planets as souvenirs after a mission or even as little gifts from you. 

Quill has so many tops that he couldn't possibly have use for every single one, so more often than not, you'd find yourself riffling through his drawers to steal one or five of his t-shirts. His clothes always smell so comforting and homely that you couldn't stop yourself from stealing, even if you wanted to. Your favourite shirts of his are from his slightly chubbier days. They'd feel so soft and comfortable against your skin that you'd often wear them day and night. The bigger the top, the more loved it felt. But you weren't being picky because you loved literally anything he wore. He could wear a trash bag, and as long as it smelt like him, you'd wear that trash bag too.

So today, like any other day, instead of picking your clothes from your side of the closet, you scrounge over to his side, flicking through the hangers to see what you want to wear. 'Happening' upon his grey, long sleeve with white writing, you quickly remove his other t-shirt you were wearing, flinging it across the room into the dirty pile before dressing yourself. Slipping on a pair of joggers, you make your way to the living room, plopping yourself down on the sofa, and wrapping a fluffy blanket over you.

A few short minutes later, Peter is standing in the doorway with a towel draped over his lower half, tiny beads of water covering his chest. "Ahem," he says quietly, a sly smirk on his lips. "Uh- why can't I find any of my clothes?" he asks, sounding like he already knew the answer.

"Maybe they're in the dirty pile," you playfully lie with a deadpan expression, avoiding his gaze. "We haven't done any laundry in a little while. I'm sure there's stuff in there,"

"Hm, okay, right. But the thing is, I was sorta planning on wearing this one top today," sheepishly smiling, ruffling through his wet curls. "Don't suppose you've seen a grey long-sleeve?"

"Nope, haven't seen it," you coyly grin, bringing the blanket to your neck, covering the evidence.

"Yeah?" he hums, making his way over to you. "You sure you haven't seen it?" 

"Nope," you repeat, shaking your head. 

"So if I just..." he says slowly, reaching for the blanket.

You copy him, reaching for his towel, playful eyes as you threaten to tug the fabric down. He looks down at you and shrugs. Grinning. "Do it. I don't care," 

"Okay, alright, fine. I'm wearing it," you cave, ripping away the blanket. "I couldn't help it," you bribe, sweet eyes dancing up at him. 

"How long you been stealing my clothes?" he asks, his tone full of warmth, chuckling.

"Not long," you lie. "But I really can't help it, okay, Pete? It's a problem. I can't stop myself," you say playfully, brushing over your arms as if to show your comfort. "See?"

He stares down at you, his eyes full of admiration. "Yeah? That why I have no clothes left?"

"You have tonnes of clothes. You have so many you didn't even realise they were missing," you say impishly, eyebrows quirking. "They just smell like you," you shrug, a sweet smile on your lips. "You're not mad?"

Shaking his head. "Nah, they look better on you anyway," he grins. "But, have you seen that dark blue one? The one with uh-- the um, light blue circle smile face thing?"

"Maybe... sorry. I wore that the other week," you playfully frown. "But it's clean," you bribe. "I washed it right after. It should be in that pile over there," Pointing.

"Mhmm," he says with squinted eyes and a grin.

He returns half-dressed with the t-shirt in hand, swinging it as he makes his way back to you. "I wanna wear that one," pointing to you. "I wanna smell you," he says quietly, practically inaudible.

"What?" you grin, only hearing fragments. 

"I wanna smell you, now give it," he repeats loud enough for you to hear, his fingers grabbing towards you. "I’m getting cold— look my nipples could cut glass, hurry,"

"But it smells like you," 

He boyishly grins as if he's thought of an idea. He puts on the blue top, rubbing over the fabric as if to transfer his scent before removing it and handing it to you. "Better?"

Sitting up with a smile, you undress from the top, putting on the new one as Peter did the same. He plops down beside you, draping his arm over your shoulder. "You do look cute in my clothes," he grins, kissing your temple.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hey I'd really love it if you could write smth about like jealous!peter quill or just him being overly possessive like maybe like you're just friends at the moment and you guys are at this club and like idfk the avengers team could be there 😭😭 and one of them starts flirting with you abd you flirt back and shit ans just how u think peter would react- anything basically with him being just jealous and shit omg thankyou in advance 😭😭

hii!! omg I love it and had fun writing it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 *I didn't mark it as mature, tumblr did :/ *

jealous

Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 0.7k

warnings || none, just quill being a lil jelly

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After the Battle of Earth two years ago, you and the other Guardians remained quite good friends with the Avengers you had met. Every so often, you and the team would be invited to parties at their temporary compound. As it was such a long journey from Knowhere, you all tended to decline the invitations, much preferring to remain in the comfort of home rather than travel halfway across the galaxy. But, as it was coming up the anniversary, you felt as though you were obliged to make an appearance considering what you had all been through. 

-

Rocket lands the Bowie on the landing bay just outside, and you all stand from your seats, stretching your tired legs as you straighten over your clothes, preparing to exit the ship and join the rest of the party. You turn to Quill, sweetly smiling as you extend a hand, silently asking him to take it in his. He laces his hand into yours, firmly shaking as a boyish grin spreads across his lips. 

"No—" you sigh, pulling your hand from his. "You weren't supposed—ugh,"

"What was I supposed to do?" Peter questions, his tone full of sincerity as he watches you walk away with the girls.

"You were supposed to escort her off the ship, Pete," Rocket says flatly, walking past.

"I am Groot."

"I am not a moron." Quill protests. "Drax, you hearing this?"

"You are a moron Quill," he replies simply, following behind Rocket and Groot.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is this? Gang up on Quill day? Look, I didn't know she wanted me to help her. I thought she wanted to shake my hand, that's all."

"Then go find her, idiot." Rocket adds, nodding Quill along.

Peter makes his way inside the compound to search for you, immediately bumping into people he doesn't recognise. "God, this music is awful," he mumbles, adjusting his jacket as he makes his way to the bar upstairs. Quill hears a familiar Asgardian bellow of a laugh as he walks up the steps, following the sound, he sees the back of Thor with his arm draped over the shoulder of a woman- a girl, Quill's 'girl'.

He rushes over, abruptly interrupting the conversation. 

"Oh hey, Quill," you say slyly, leaning into Thor as you bat your lashes at the clearly jealous-looking guy standing before you. 

"Good to see you," Thor greets, extending a hand. "Missed ya, buddy,"

Peter swats his hand away. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. What uh—what you doing?" he asks inconspicuously, gazing around the busy room with his hands on his hips. 

"He was just telling me a funny story," you pause to laugh, tapping Thor on the chest. "You should tell him. He'd love it."

As Thor described the humourous events of the story, you watched Peter's face begin to contort, barely keeping his composure, his nostrils practically flaring as he stared at your lingering hand. Keeping your eyes glued to Quill's, you taunt him further, lightly circling your hand over Thor's muscular arm as you engage in the conversation. 

"Tree?" Thor pauses the story as he catches a glimpse of Groot above the swarm of people. "One minute," he says, slipping from you. "I'll be right back."

"What the hell was that?" Quill whispers, his tone full of irritation. 

"What was what?" you ask, crossing your legs as you pat the now-empty space beside you, silently urging him to sit.

"You're such a dick," he chuckles, sitting close beside you, his hip pressed to yours as he drapes his arm over your shoulder.

"Yeah, well... so are you," you snicker, resting your hand on his thigh, slowly leaning into him. "God, this music is awful," 

"Right?"

You and Peter sit together in comfortable silence as you gaze around the room of unfamiliar people, watching the conversations play out as you snuggle into one another's side. Both of you avoiding the daunting question. The question of your undeclared situation.

"We really should mingle," you say begrudgingly, tapping him on the leg.

"Ugh," he groans, slipping from your warmth and standing up. He extends a hand, patiently waiting for you to take it. Lacing your hand in his, you shake it with a smug grin across your lips.

"What? I thought you wanted me to shake it," you laugh heartily, wrapping your arm around his side as he leads you through the crowd of people.

"You really are a dick."

@annielr @ugh09876554444 @spacetalbot @bubblezuku

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

please can I request soft/ fluff HCs with Peter quill? it’s sinful how little fics there are of him, so had to ask you :) 💕 preferably female but GN is fine too

hii! omg yess that’s so true, there is literally no fics of him! I have searched for so long to find some quill fics but often come up empty, so if anyone has recs, please please send them my way (I need them and him) ive never wrote for quill so hope these are accurate. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

headcanons/ imagines

peter quill x f reader

warnings || none

a/n || I may have done this first, sorry to all the others in my inbox, this was something fun to do and hopefully it might kick me into writing again

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- it’s a given, but you guys talk about music ALL the time, it’s definitely a very important part of your relationship. maybe you share new songs with him from different decades, but you definitely prefer his music and he loves that you love his music

- he has an abundance of funky, fun and cool graphic tees, he loves to share them with you and probably prefers them on you

- he definitely fell first

- he loves to make you laugh, constantly cracking jokes. doesn’t even need to try and you’d just be laughing or smiling at him. his favourite laughs of yours are when you snort or cackle at his unintentional jokes

- it makes him feel special that you pay attention to the little things he says and when you react earnestly to them

- even though he LOVES the other guardians, he definitely prefers one on one time with you and loves to have you all to himself. he also loves your attention, and he definitely craves time with you

- he has major abandonment issues, so he doesn’t like you leaving his side. you’d be like his lucky rock, or a special penny that he always needs near. you are incredibly special to quill and he is often terrified that he’ll lose you too

- he craves validation, especially from you

- he is a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for. he’s definitely learnt tonnes from rocket over the years

- if he ever has to do a mission separately from you (would take a lot of persuasion and reassurance first) but he always brings back some special for you, something tailored and important to you, something that holds significance

- he’s incredibly sentimental, again not always showing it. he feels safe with the other guardians, but even more so with you. he doesn’t often like talking about his mother (he finds it too difficult) it took a lot of time, but he eventually shared that part of his life with you, and he was glad he did because your reaction was exactly what he needed

- an amazing hugger, he’s super comforting and safe. he has a very homely vibe and instantly makes you feel at ease

- you two have a very fun and easygoing relationship, it’s light and airy, but serious and passionate when it needs to be. a very sincere and genuine dynamic

- he taught you how to speak groot, he’s a great teacher but it took some getting used to

- he likes when you sit on his lap when he steers the ship, even though it’s not technically safe, he loves having you near when he is in the captain's seat (or just on his lap in the seat in general)

- but if need be, your seat is behind him, so it’s not too far away

- he loves teaching you things, he wanted to be the one to teach you about the ship and its buttons and controls

- I had this idea: that you take him to earth (he might not be too fond of the idea at first) but you surprise him with concert tickets so you both could see a band he loves. he’d never stop talking about it, and he’d keep the ticket stubs pinned up so he could look at them all the time

- he would do ANYTHING for you, he goes love blind (may have gotten himself hurt a couple of times to protect you)

- you both invented a special code/ encryption so you can talk to each other over comms. if he is on the other side of the ship (maybe tinkering) he’ll send you a secret message to let you know he’s thinking of you

- you guys don’t really argue (that’s not a bad thing either) if you have a disagreement it’s usually very light, and unserious, he’d probably accidentally make you laugh during it and then everything goes back to normal

- but if you ever do get into an argument, he can be quite stubborn

- he is a man-child (but the best kind!!) he can be immature and cocky but he’s always lighthearted. he’s just a fun-loving goof

- he loves when you call him starlord (but you don’t say it too often, so it doesn’t lose its meaning)

- you helped him process his grief, especially after yondu. once he felt comfortable talking about him again, he’d tell you all of these stories about him growing up

- he no longer drinks to forget, he now prefers a social drink after a mission with the crew instead. he doesn’t feel the need to drink himself silly now that he has you

- the guardians think you’re a great addition to the team and love that you make quill so happy

- you and peter share stories of earth with the others, sometimes you’d bend the truth and say wacky absurd things to joke around with them, but that being said it often flies over their heads, especially drax and mantis

- you two are definitely best friends as well as a couple, the perfect balance of friendship and romance, which is what makes the connection so special

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Ok I love the way you write Peter Quill and I need more smut of him but just delete if you hate this! How about messy drunk angsty Vol. 3 Quill and the reader in a bar on Knowhere? He’s kinda (or a lot) drunk and trying to be charming and fuck the reader and she knows it’s mostly just him trying to forget Gamora but he’s hot so she’s willing. With Peter being slightly dom/giving praise. Maybe in public? In the bar? Or not? Whatever you feel like! Ok thanks! ✨👑

hii!! aaahh thank you sm!! loved writing this! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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beers and backrooms

peter quill x fem!reader

word count: 945

warnings: 18+ sexually explicit content. blowjob and swallowing, praise. mdni

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More often than not, you liked to 'unwind' with a drink at a bar within your closest proximity, any bar- you didn't mind, you weren't picky. It just so happened that the closest was a shitty and rundown one.

It was quiet, no one other than you, the bartender, bugs and a drunken guy slouching over the table, sobbing. 

You pick up your bottle and walk over to him, sitting at the table beside him. "Hey dude, wanna stop sulking? Some of us are trying to enjoy warm beers in this shithole. We don't need someone crying to make it worse." 

"I'm not crying," the guy protests, sitting up straight. "I am not crying," he says again, wiping his snotty nose on the back of his hand.

"Yeah," you say playfully. "You kinda were." You joke, pointing to the patch of drool on the table. 

"That's so embarrassing," he mumbles, mopping the wet patch with his sleeve. "I spilt my beer," he lies, twisting around to face you. "Peter." He says with false confidence, extending a hand. 

"Yeah, I believe you," you snicker. You shake Peter's hand as you exchange a fake name.

"What're you doing in this dump? It surely ain't for the drinks.”

"I happen to love warm and expired beer," you joke, swirling your bottle before taking a sip. 

"Yeah?" he laughs, taking a swig of his own. "Really... what are you doing here?"

"Chatting up cute drunken guys," you flirt, speaking into the brim of the bottle. 

"The bartender?" he plays along, shaking his head. "Sorry, that was so stupid... I feel like I'm blowing this."

"Blowing what?" you ask with wholehearted intrigue.

"This," he gestures between the two of you. "Not as good at this as I remember... you're just so pretty— and I dunno." He shrugs, playing with his bottle. 

"If it's any consolation... you're much better at this than the bartender," you lean towards him, whispering, a soft smile lining your lips. 

His eyes dart around the room, his tone serious. "He's half cyborg."

"Exactly... cyborgs are hot."

... 

After an hour of chatting and sobering up, Peter decided to try his luck and take you to the storage rooms at the back of the bar. He knew they'd be empty for what he had in mind.

You weren't typically one for random, risky hook-ups with strangers, but there's something about Peter that made you want to disregard your qualms.

"Gimme your jacket," you instruct, folding it in half and dropping it to the floor by his feet. 

Your crouch down, kneeling on the jacket between his legs as you fiddle to undo his pants. You tug the fabric down, pulling the waistband of his boxers in the same motion. His hardened cock springs out, standing attentive like it was begging to be touched.

You spit into your palm and snake it around his surprisingly large dick, brushing over his shaft with softened hands. 

"Fuck," he mutters, his head dropping back against the door. 

You itch yourself higher on your knees and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock, tracing his most prominent vein as you gaze up at him, looking through your lashes. You tease his head with the flick of your tongue before you finally sink around him, his thick cock slipping past your lips.

"Fu— yeah, like that," he grumbles, snaking his hand into your hair, holding it in a bunch at the back of your head. "Get the— fuck— god, that's it," he praises, his grasp tightening around your lock of hair.

You work over his base with your fisted hand as you hold his head to the back of your throat, keeping his twitching tip pressed there. 

"You look so pretty with a mouthful of dick," he says, his voice hoarse. "Of my dick.” He adds, barely above a whisper. 

He strokes over the apple of your cheek with his spare hand, his thumb caressing your skin, angling your face upwards to see your eyes. 

"So beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock," he praises again, his eyes fluttering closed. "Right there, yeah— that's it, get the head."

You continue to work over him, running your mouth and lips over his lengthy cock in a pace that makes him twitch. Peter jolted and pulsated against your tongue, and you could tell he was right there. 

"Shit," he grumbles, cupping your jaw. "Please let me cum in your mouth— god."

You nod, slurping him just that bit harder to push him off the edge. 

"I'm right there—" he cuts himself off with a groan.

He spills ropes of warm cum onto your tongue, twitching against the back of your throat as you continue to milk him dry. 

"Oh my god," he pants, dragging his dick from your mouth. "That was..." he pauses, shaking his head in disbelief. 

"Yeah?” you glance up at him, wiping the corners of your lips on the back of your hand, standing up. "Guess I better get going." You sadly smile, reapplying your lip gloss. 

"Woah woah woah," he says breathlessly, blocking the door. "I don't think so."

Your head cocks to the side in confusion. "What?"

"You think you can do that to me and just... leave?" he grins, pulling up his pants, adjusting himself. "My apartment is around the corner." Peter prompts, nodding.

"And?" you smile, waiting for him to say it.

He sighs, pushing back his curls. "Come back with me... for your turn."

You flatly say your real name, extending a hand with a grin.

"I should be offended you used a fake name," he laughs, shaking your hand. "Name's still Peter."

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hey bbg 😽

so i was reading a fic for an entirely different character but i think itd be absolutely adorable for my husb- i mean OUR husband Quill

Maybe reader is like stressed (over smthn i have no idea) and the guardians tried to cheer em up but nothing worked so they brought the big guns: peter. jason. quill.

and he tries to cheer reader up with lil jokes and just the stuff he knows makes reader smile hshsjshjss all the fluff bbg 🛐

hope you can get to this soon! have a great week/end 🫶

-🪐

hii bbg!! angelface, I love it, I love it all. and im glad you corrected yourself, ‘our’, yeah you’re right😏 jk jk, when I talk to you, he’s yours, but here he’s ours🤭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

surprise visitor

Peter Quill x f!reader

— word count: 559

— warnings: none, just fluff

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Whenever you felt stressed, it often accompanied other emotions you were unsure of. You found it difficult to cope and manage the stress, and ultimately it would lead to you shutting down. You didn't like others to know how you felt, so you preferred to keep up the facade and pretend. Lately, you've been feeling more stressed than usual, and it was starting to get you down. It made you feel silly for getting so worked up over nothing. 

The other guardians could tell something was bothering you, more specifically, Nebula. She was often highly observant of everyone around her and would notice the slightest change in others. So she pulled Mantis aside to plan ways to help and comfort you. 

Although the gesture was sweet and heartwarming, it wasn't what you needed. It wasn't what you wanted. What you wanted was Quill, but he wasn't here. He was away on a planet restoration mission with Rocket and Groot, so there was no way of seeing him right now, or so you thought. Once Mantis touched your arm, she could feel what you felt, understand you- even though you couldn't identify it yourself. She could feel how much you missed Peter, so she wanted to give you the one thing that would help, the only person that could soothe and calm you, Quill.

"I heard someone's missin' me," Pete bellows, a playful expression on his face as he enters the ship. "Someone's missin' me real bad," he smirks, pacing towards you. 

"Hi," you earnestly smile, instantly wrapping him up in a tight hug.

"Hi, honey," he says quietly, his lips brushing against your forehead as he strokes your back with his easing palms. 

"I missed you," you muffled into the crook of his neck.

"I missed you," he softly sighs, pulling away to look at you. "Mant told me," he sadly smiles, looking into your eyes. "Not feelin' too good, huh?"

You slowly shake your head, avoiding his soft green gaze.

"I'm sorry, hon," he frowns, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. "That's okay. You don't have to be okay all the time— well, it's not okay, but not not okay— you know what I mean," he chuckles, clearing his flustered haze. "You get what I'm tryna say," he grins, wrapping his big warm arms around you. 

"I know," you softly laugh into his chest, hugging him tighter as if you were afraid he'll slip through your fingers.

"You know I'm not going anywhere— you're gonna end up popping my lungs," Peter chuckles, brushing slow, comforting strokes over your back. 

"Sorry," you giggle, muffling against him before you pull away. It was the first time you really laughed since he left, and it all felt right. Felt like how it was supposed to. "When do you go back?" you ask, questioning the inevitable.

"I'm not— well, until you're feelin' better," he says, kissing your cheek. "Drax is taking my place," he adds, noticing your puzzled expression.

"What if I never feel better?" you smile, speaking playfully.

"Then I guess I'll have to stay forever," he grins, slipping his hand into yours, leading you to the back of the ship. 

"Where we going?" you ask, catching up with his long strides.

"Secret," he looks over his shoulder, a boyish grin lining his lips. "No, no, just kiddin'. Goin' up top to look at the stars and cuddle."

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