#starlord x male reader

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'He Likes You'

Peter Quill x Male!Reader Word Count: 0.9k

Summary: After you had a bad day, Peter comes to check on you, for reasons he keeps hidden.

A/N: Just got back from seeing GOTG3 and needed to write about this man asap! This is pretty short but, hope you like! (Also I don't own this GIF)

You were sat comfortably outside the bar, drinking away at the weird beverage you had taken from the fridge just inside. It's strange, texture made you shiver but brought you slight relief after just getting done helping Nebula with supplies. She was tough to read, and quite harsh with her words; as if the day hadn't been awful already, Nebula treating you like an after thought made it worse.

Sighing you take another swing of your drink, placing it just beside your hips as you gaze around. As per usual Knowhere was busy, with people going about their duties to keep the place bustling, some like you, were just relaxing and enjoying their day. Well, you tried to at least but things just weren't working out for you.

You thought hard, a little too hard about your worth, feeling as though you didn't belong there, that is until you were startled by a hand grasping at your shoulder. Looking up, you make eye contact with the man; your eyes widening as you realized it was Peter.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and causing a shiver to run up your spine.

You quickly stand up, gripping your bottle and wiping away the frown on your face, "Hey Pete, what's up?"

"Nothing, just checking in on you," he replies, watching as your shoulders tense up. "Heard about how you stormed off from the lift off zone, I just....wanna make sure you're good."

A scoff escaped your lips as you look down at your half empty bottle, Peter's concern for you always seemed to bring you some warmth in times of distress. Even as something as small as this, you couldn't help smirking, "Yeah, got scolded by one of your friends is all."

His brow rose, "Wait who, was it Nebula?"

You nodded, pursing your lips in shame.

"Sorry about her, she's been rough on everyone today. I can go talk to her, I think she's still at the ship." Peter begins to ramble, taking a few steps back as if he would go to retrieve her.

You didn't want him to go though, "Peter..."

He didn't listen, continuing to speak, "I promise you by the next few days she'll be-." Peter suddenly stopped as he felt your hands wrap comfortably around his wrist; preventing him from stepping away.

You both exchanged looks, your eyes filled with a need for him to stay while his brighten at the feeling of your hand around his.

You quickly noticed yourself lingering too long with his hand, pulling back before quickly apologizing.

Peter shook his head, "It's fine." Deep down though it wasn't, he wanted you to touch him again just like that, to feel the butterflies he'd get all the times you two would accidentally brush up against each other. Just thinking about it made his stomach flutter.

"Umm..." is all you could mutter, as the two of you remained awkwardly looking at each other; waiting for the other to say something to break the silence.

Luckily there was someone, somebody that wasn't even apart of the conversation, Drax.

"Kiss him, Quill." The deep, burly voice cause you two to snap your gazes to the side, where Drax was nonchalantly staring at you both.

"Drax! Why are you not at the ship with the others?"

Drax explains, "I got bored, and plus Mantis told me to follow you just in case you finally reveal how much you like-"

Peter chimes in before Drax could finish, "No, no, no, no, okay. I need you to help unpack things with Mantis on the ship alright? You're the strongest on the team, she can't do all the work alone."

"You gonna tell him first?"

"Tell me what?" You questioned.

"He likes you."

"Drax!"

"What it's true?!"

Peter rolls his eyes, "Oh my...Drax get back to the ship, now!"

Drax listens this time watching your surprised expression as he began to walk away, turning occasionally to see if Peter would make any moves.

As he disappeared behind a building, Peter turns back to you, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry about him, he's a-little...you know," Peter drew circles around the side of his head, indicating Drax's stupidity.

You played along with Peter, trying to hide your smile, "No I get it."

Peter scoffed, "I should probably make sure my team isn't causing a ruckus, huh?"

Although you didn't want him to leave, at least this time he had a better reason to do so. You nodded, your lips twitching at Drax's previous remarks. 'He likes you'. Was that honestly the truth? You liked Peter, but you weren't sure if he had similar feelings, not until now. His defensive comments, and his friends ratting him out proved he was interested in you.

"Can I...get a hug first,” he asked, his face expressing fear of denial. You weren't the kind of person to harshly turn down something, but the thought still crossed Quill's mind.

You shrugged, willing to take up his offer. You closed the gap between him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, carefully to prevent the glass in your hand from hitting his head. Peter pulls you in, his hands resting in the small of your back.

He was so warm, you could just sink into his embrace and never wanna let up. You wished the two of you could just be still, and enjoy each others company for as long as possible. The thought of having to let go, to let yourself be release from his grasp was something you tried blocking out.

For now, you would appreciate the moment, knowing that things between the two of you would likely to shift going forward.

[weyirn]

You could make headcanons for Peter Quill dating a human who was kidnapped from Earth by aliens and rescued by him.

Peter Quill x Male!Reader

Peter Rescuing You (+Aftermath) Headcanons

✨️You weren't the only one who was abducted; you were in a group among other victims that have been taken away from their homes. For some reason, seeing someone, a human, was able to calm you down just a bit; the amount of aliens and other creatures you've never seen along with being taken from your home was terrifying for you.

✨️You're probably one of the few people who Peter really relates to. There are times where the both of you talk about your experiences back on Earth, as well as being kidnapped and what your lives were like afterward.

✨️He helps you get used to the aliens and creatures, especially the Gaurdians. It took you a while to get used to everything, being away from Earth and all; you already had a fear of aliens and creatures out of this world due to your abduction.

✨️You usually spend your time on Knowhere, and Peter visits you whenever he gets the chance. He misses you dearly when he's away, so he makes sure to make the best out of it whenever he's with you.

✨️He's so protective of you to a point where others may find it annoying or even overbearing. He's told to give you a chance to breathe, but he can't help but be worried about you, so he'll do anything he can to make sure you're not in danger.

✨️Peter is hesitant on taking you on his ship during missions, but he shows you around sometimes in his free time. He likes to show you the different gadgets he has and feels proud of himself when he sees how impressed you are.

✨️He loves to show you his music playlist, or better yet, listen to it with you. The two of you just hold hands while listening to music and looking at the stars.

✨️He comforts you when you have nightmares about being abducted; he may not be the best at comfort, but he does try and hold you to let you know that he's here for you.

[captaincoldzero]

I Can't Go Back to that Market | Peter Quill x Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel

A/N: Sorry for any mistake. English is not my first language.

The ship landed on the target planet. We needed to find a seller for an item, although Peter wasn't planning on buying anything. We talked separately. Rocket and Groot went after more equipment and weapons for Rocket; Gamora and Drax were behind blades, swords, and things nearby while being followed by Mantis, while Peter and I were behind the store which was the goal of the Guardians on that planet.

I shoved my hands in the pockets of my aviator suit as we were getting a few stares for being two humans walking in space, but then being completely ignored.

One day on Earth, a group of alien criminals kidnapped me to sell me as an exotic human slave in space, but the Guardians kind of invaded the place and created a riot, amid the confusion I ran away and entered the Guardians' ship. It was at that moment that they saw the power that I had fought so hard to hide. Now they called me Ghost Pilot and I became Milano's official pilot.

We were hired to get an object from a store on this planet. I wanted to leave that planet full of criminals, space traffickers, and selling various other criminal products.

― Do you already know where we should go? ― I asked Peter as we walked through the streets of the foreign city.

― I think so. ― Peter spoke as they walked through the dangerous streets.

Since joining the Guardians of the Galaxy, he has discovered new planets and aliens that he had never imagined. I was sure the world was much bigger than a human could even imagine.

I approached a table of a man who was selling something that looked like it would be edible to other aliens, but to me, it was just some weird purple goo.

― Want to try one, Y/N? ― The foreigner behind the desk, who looked like a green insect, asked.

― How do you know my name? ― I ask scared.

― It's your name on the jacket, isn't it? ― the foreigner asked, pointing to the jacket I was wearing.

I had forgotten about it. I had on my leather aviator jacket that had my name on it. It reminded me that people on Earth probably thought I was dead.

― True, my bad. ― I said a little embarrassed.

― Want one? ― He asked, bringing a plate of purple goo closer to my face.

― I wouldn't eat it if I were you. ― Peter said looking with the same expression of disgust at the goo.

― I had lunch just now, I'm not hungry, thanks. ― I said, politely declining.

― You're the loser. ― He said as he handed it over to another customer.

Peter pulled me by my elbow to pull me away.

― Don't leave my side. ― Peter spoke as he walked past the criminals of the place.

― Sorry, I'm having fun getting to know other planets. ― I looked at the strange things they found in the scattered tents.

― Focus on our mission. ― Peter spoke while still holding my arm.

― I'm not a child, Peter. I can defend myself. ― I spoke, but there was no communication in my voice, yet I guided my arm from his hand.

― I know that, I just don't want you to get lost. ― Peter spoke worriedly.

Peter and I had been at it for a few days now. Show concern and sometimes even flirt with each other, but act like it's just a joke between friends.

― You're not going to abandon your pilot here. I said with a spontaneous smile.

― Rocket can fly.

I looked offended at Peter causing him to laugh.

― We're not going to abandon the best pilot we've ever had. Peter said putting his hand on my shoulder.

― Don't let Rocket hear you saying that. He will blow you up. ― I said laughing. ― Look how nice it is.

I said walking quickly to a tent with several different weapons. There were several types, including ones that were bigger than me. They were all obviously stolen, but it's not like anyone cared.

― Did any of them catch your eye? ― a blue-skinned foreigner who had a feature with tentacles-like hair, who I guessed was the owner of the shop, asked.

Peter approached, looking with interest at the grenades in the cases.

― Why don't you try this one? ― The foreigner asked to pick up a gun, next with a rifle and handed it to me.

I held tight and aimed for the wall, testing the weight. It was heavy and seemed to be those weapons with strong recoil.

― It's too heavy. ― I said returning the gun.

― And this one ?― He asked, handing over an oddly small pistol.

I held it and aimed, but the gun grip felt small and uncomfortable.

― I don't think so. ― I said returning the gun.

Then I saw two identical pistols in the display case. It was slightly larger than a regular pistol, especially the barrel which was longer than a human pistol. It was made of black metal with a purple light.

― Would you like to try? ― The foreigner asked, obviously wanting to get me to buy something.

I walked over and picked up the two pistols. I pointed to a wall to be able to test. It wasn't too heavy, but it wasn't too light either. The footprint was perfect. I turned to Peter displaying the weapons.

― What do you think? ― I asked Peter as he posed to show off the weapons.

― I think it suits you. ― Peter responded by raising an eyebrow. ― But do you know how to use a gun?

―Don't worry about it, Peter. ― I said carefree.

―Wait, there's more. ― The alien salesman said, taking the two pistols from my hand.

He moves his hand with one of the pistols making the fist lift and fit the other pistol, making it turn into a type of sniper rifle with a scope. The seller handed me the two guns that had now become just one. I aimed, looking through the scope on top of the gun.

― That's impressive. ― I said impressed with the gun. ― But I do not have money.

I said handing over the gun and the salesman seemed to make an expression of disgust with a mixture of anger that I had wasted his time.

― Let me pay. ― Peter said, handing over some crystal pieces to the seller who smiled again and handed me back the sniper rifle.

― Serious? You don't have to. ― I said, but I was already holding the gun tightly so I wouldn't let go.

― And I'll take it out of your pay later. ― Peter said, smiling at me.

― Very funny, Peter. ― I said rolling my eyes.

I let go of the two pistols making them go back to being two separate weapons. I handed the little money I had to the seller to buy the pistol holsters because obviously, he wasn't going to give anything away for free. And we left the ship. I was really happy with my new purchase.

― Thanks. ― I said to Peter as we walked back to the street.

― You pay me back later. ― Peter said laughing, but I knew he would charge me later.

After walking the streets for a while, we entered a shop with various artifacts and antiques. Peter's gaze wandered over the shelves until he finally found what we were looking for. Peter disguised his gaze so as not to show interest in the piece.

― I'm looking for a piece to give to my girlfriend. ― I approached the vendor so I could distract him.

― But of course, we have lots of jewelry that would make any woman's eyes sparkle. ― The alien with orange skin, four black eyes, and six thin arms spoke excitedly about having a new customer.

He took me to a showcase with several pieces of jewelry with different stones.

― Does your girlfriend have ears? These earrings could look beautiful. ― The alien asked, showing sparkling earrings.

― No, she doesn't have ears. ― I said, pretending to methodically analyze each piece there.

Meanwhile, Peter silently approached the golden egg he was going to steal.

― And a necklace? Every lady loves a necklace. ― He said, putting his hands together excitedly.

Peter reached for the golden egg and took it gently. He took it to his pocket, putting the object away.

― Do you wanna know? I don't think there's anything that would suit her. ― I said, pretending to be disappointed. ― Sorry to waste your time.

― You don't understand anything about beauty. ― The attendant said irritably.

Peter and I left the store. We try to walk calmly as if nothing is happening.

― It was easier than I thought. ― Peter spoke proudly.

― Get back here, thieves! ― The store attendant shouted from the store door.

― You had to talk. ― I complained as we started to run.

While running away from the store clerk, we ended up bumping into several people and knocking her into stalls, and breaking products. This drew a lot of attention and made more people chase us.

― Now you're feeling what it's like to be a Guardian of the Galaxy. ― Peter spoke as we ran.

Shots passed by us as they tried to hit us to stop or maybe even kill us. I saw a motorbike parked and I pulled Peter over to it.

― About there. ― I said and Peter went upstairs.

By touching the handlebars of the motorcycle, I let the spirit out of me. My jacket took on a charred appearance as my skin burned and I became a flaming skull.

I possessed the bike causing it to start and start roaring down the street. I heard the motorcycle owner complain but I was already gone. I revved the bike, leaving a trail of fire in my wake but going too fast to follow.

I dodged several people, not counting those who jumped out of the way. Some people were still shooting and others were trying to give chase. We were making a huge mess until we finally reached Milano.

I saw Rocket and Groot loading some weapons into the ship while the others helped them. When Gamora saw the mess that was following us, she drew the attention of the others, causing all but Drax to run into the ship. Drax drew his blades, excited for a fight, when Gamora returned and pulled him into the ship.

I stopped the bike haphazardly in front of the ship as we ran into the ship. Upon arriving in the control room, I sat in the pilot's chair and possessed Milano. The ship began to take off while I began to be possessed by my flaming spirit.

― Speeds up! Speeds up! Speeds up! ― Peter spoke desperately, slapping the bench that accompanied his voice.

― Let's kill them all! ― Drax yelled with his swords in hand, fully excited for a fight.

― What did you do? ― Gamora asked irritably.

― More importantly, did they manage to steal that golden egg? ― Rocket asked from above Gamora.

I accelerated the ship causing it to leave the planet. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for Drax who looked disappointed that he couldn't fight.

But just when we thought everything would be calm, the ship's alerts warned that we were being pursued.

― Weapons in position. ― Peter spoke while Rocket and Gamora went to the ship's weapons.

I accelerated Milano while doing maneuvers to help Rocket and Gamora land the shots. Until finally I managed to lose them all.

― I think we made it. ― Gamora spoke, but still with her hand on the gun sights.

I engaged the ship's autopilot and rose from the pilot. Each one started to get distracted with what they liked to do on the ship and I went to Peter who was analyzing the Golden Egg he stole.

I approached looking at the Egg along with him.

― Why does he want this so badly? ― Peter asked, examining the piece carefully. ― Let's stall a little before we hand it over.

Peter spoke and was going to put his hand on my shoulder, but when he realized that I was still in Ghost Pilot form, he stopped for fear of getting burned. Realizing this, I suppressed the spirit within myself, causing me to revert to my human form.

― Sorry I forgot. ― I said when I got back to normal.

― Alright, do not worry. ― Peter smiling at me.

I looked at the egg more closely and noticed that it didn't appear to be massive, I picked it up from the table and it made me more sure of my theory.

― I think there's something inside. ― I said, turning the egg in my hand.

― Here. I think this is where it opens. ― Peter said, taking the egg from my hand.

He found a small knob of sorts on the side and as soon as he turned it, the egg opened like a sliced orange.

― What is that? ― I asked eyeing the glowing red crystal from within.

― I don't know. ― Peter said taking the crystal.

― You don't think he'll notice? ― I asked, smiling as I watched Peter put the crystal in his pocket.

― I'm sure he will. But let's get the money first. ― Peter said closing the Golden Egg again.

― It's just a little space thief. ― I said laughing.

― The way you like it. ― Peter said with a wink.

This time, I felt my face flush a little. He caught me off guard at that point and he knew it. Peter just smiled at me and put the egg back on the table.

— You can stop this nonsense, it's already tiring me. ― Rocket said as he walked by with some equipment he was setting up.

Peter and I looked away with a little embarrassment.

― I was just thinking…― Peter started a little nervously. ― If you don't want to go out some days?

―We're always through space. ― I said laughing.

― But this time it would be for a date. ― Peter said with a smile. ― What do you think?

― I think it sounds pretty good. ― I said with a smile.

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

Hey love your fics! Can I request a peter quill x male reader fic where he dances with reader and kisses him for the first time, his hands on reader’s hips and all, something really cute. Maybe it can take place on his ship, all up to you!

Thank you if you do this request! ❤️

Peter Quill x Male Reader

Warnings: none reader just has slight attitude:)

Song: Fooled Around and Fell In Love- Elvin Bishop

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“God, where did you put my headphones peter!” You say and start throwing things around in your room on the ship. He had broken his headphones that connected to his Walkman and starting using yours for his music.

You groan when he doesn’t respond but suddenly hear loud static. Confused, you let out a huff and walk out to the front of the ship where he was.

You see Peter fidget with the ships radio and a bunch of stations changing and static was heard. “Peter,” you say sternly as you once your hands on yours while in the door way.

Peter ignores you and finally hooks up his Walkman to the speaker and turns to you with a grin on his face.

The intro plays in and you roll your eyes, of course he’d put this on.

“no need for headphones when we got this now. We can listen together, honey,” peter says as he starts swaying to the slight beat.

“I must’ve been through about a million girls”

Peter started mouthing the lyrics and you tried to hide a smile.

“I’d love em them I’d leave them alone”

The song continued and he made his way to you, “come on, dance with me?” He held his hand up to you,” he begged with sweet eyes and a genuine smile.

You sucked your teeth but gave in to him with a smile and grabbed a hold of his hand. He grinned widley.

“ but then I fooled around and fell in love”

Peter spun you around with his arm still around you.

“ I fooled around and fell in love”

He looked into your eyes and unwound you.

“ I fooled around and fell in love”

As the note hit on “ in love,” you were spun outreached from each other, hands still locked together warmly. You smiled and shook your head, still seeing him slightly dance and sing.

“ fooled around and fell in love”

He spins you back in and your hands connected. The song was made as background music as you spoke, “ I do need my headphones though.”

Peter groaned, “why?”

“To not listen to you and rocket complain the entire time while going to a mission.” You give him a look and he rolls his eyes, you guys still sway together, hand in hand.

You guys moved your feet in sink and you spun him this time. He came back to you with a pout.

(2:15) When the chorus kicked in, you placed your hands on his hips as he rested his on your shoulders. “It’s not my fault he always get us lost on the way ,” peter says.

You shrug, “meh, it’s mostly you involved as well.”

The guitars plays amazingly in the background as you guys continued swaying.

Peter dramatically gasps, “what does that mean?” You shake your head, “it means,” you move your hand to his face, brushing hair away, “you’re the cause,” you release him and start to walk away, about to let go of his hand.

Relaxing this, he immediately pulls you back, tugging you, your back hits his chest. Peters arm wrapped around your torso, his beard tickled your neck, “well you just don’t hear the full story,” he huffs.

You scoff, “trust me, it’s hard not to hear it.” You feel peter smile against you, causing you to smile, moving to hold his arm that’s around you.

“ free on my own, that’s the way it used to be”

The music definitely reminded you of you and peter, and you can’t deny this used to by a strong favorite of yours when with Peter.

“ but since I meet you baby, loves got a hold on me”

He twisted you around as the ‘fooled around and feel in love’, continued off, wrapping both his arms around you now, placing his chin on your head.

Both you and Peter held each other until he reluctantly leaned back.

He stared into your eyes, searching for something. “You okay peter?” You ask as you place a hand on his shoulder.

He hummed, “I-…just admiring you, Y/n.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh really? That’s the only thing?” You question him and he laughs. “Of course, why wouldn’t I admire the handsome man I love the most,” peters eyes widen as those words flew out.

Your eyes widen as well, but quickly soften and smile sweetly up at him. “Well, admire me later,” you say before placing your other hand in his jaw, thumbing at his beard.

You leaned in and Peter gasped, not expecting the outcome. The gasp was quickly morphed in by your guys’ lips connecting.

Peters eyes flutter and sighs into it.

His hands moved to rest on your hips and moving you closer, nodded together. Moving a hand to peters hair, you started combing with your fingers through the fluff, enjoying the moment.

Peter made the move to deepen the kiss, lips now moving in sync.

Still swaying, the end of song neared and faded out “fooled around and fell in love”.

Perfectly describing the moments you two always share together.

[writeshite]

Starlord, respectfully, fuck my brains out

[iliumheightnights]

[Peter and Rocket messing with the reality stone.]

Rocket: "This will make us rich!"

M/n: "You know, you two shouldn't be messing with that."

Rocket: "It's fine! We're professionals!"

Peter: "Yeah. Come on M/n, don't believe in us? What could go="

[The stone goes off and hits Quill right in the chest. In a flash a monkey was in his place.]

Peter: "Ook!"

Rocket: "BWAHAHAHAH! THAT'S HILARIOUS!" M/n: "UGH! THIS IS WHY! WHY IS MY BOYFRIEND AN IDIOT!?"

[theyraylovehate]

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-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

[bowieandqueen11]

Unselfish Love / Peter Quill Imagine

Request: Hi! Do you do male!reader imagines? I sorta want one with Peter Quill, with him struggling with his sexuality and the reader comforting him despite not knowing about his crush on the reader 

Of course I do love! I’m a very firm believer in everyone being able to find their representation in fandoms :)

Comments are much appreciated! <3

It’s funny how different perspectives can become.

Especially when you compare a person who has lived on a spaceship for twenty years, to mostly everyone else on Earth. Peter remembers being one of those people, one of the ones who wanted to escape, but never knew how. He had loved watching Star Wars and Star Trek with Meredith, wondering what could have been.

He never thought it would end with him killing his own father. Everything about him, at the moment, just felt so up in the air. And as he watches the galaxy from where he sits in his pilot chair, he realises that the thought of exploring makes him feel more tired than anything else at the moment. He tilts his head, gazing upwards, eyes more open than they can be in the fullness of day. He’s not looking at one star, yet somehow sees them all at once. He stands up, fingers dancing down to the cassette player that rests on his belt, allowing the play button to click as he stretches his arms. He closes his eyes, beginning to let his feet shuffle against the floor, taking a final peep to make sure Drax wasn’t standing still in the corner, before he lets himself dance.

If there’s one part of himself that he’s sure of, it’s that music will always flow through him.

‘Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by

And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by-’

You watch him from the cockpit doorway, laughing as he kicks his legs, utter concentration on his face, crackling somewhat from the old cassette. Usually, unless he really wanted to annoy Rocket, that ancient music machine was his only audience, watching with those two rolling eyes and scruffed tape. As he turned, his eyes caught you standing there, being less adept at hiding in the shadows than Drax was. Or perhaps, evenly so. He dropped his eyes momentarily before looking, his head tilted to one side and a hopeful smile playing on his lips. But you could see the exhaustion that he hid behind his eyes.

‘Quill, do you ever go to sleep?’

‘Not while there’s dancing to be done, my friend. I could ask you the same question. Can’t resist, huh?’

You frown slightly, in fear of your real reasons for being up so late with Quill being found out. But instead he only runs over, tossing off his jacket onto the floor so he’s able to grab your shoulders, laughing wildly.

‘The stars, Y/n, the stars!’

‘Plus, who can resist these moves?’

He starts to sway again, biting his bottom lip with a look of mock determination, until you knock him on the shoulder and sit down on the floor. With a dramatic sigh, Quill sits down on the step next to you, his cotton shirt brushing against your shoulder.

The darkness outside illuminated him in a light, brushing off the soft curls that lay a mess against his forehead as he takes a deep breathe. His eyes were soft, silvery and emanated a divine aura of everlasting magic and hope as he turned to face you with a smile.

‘Well, are you going to tell me what’s wrong Quill? I know we’ve talked about your dad before...’ 

He bristled slightly at your words, and you decided it was best to just allow him to talk when he was ready. The stars coiled their glowing tendrils upon whatever part of his face it came across, dipping the man in a radiant, hypnotic glow. It showered down as sprinkles of allure and pearly hues.

He was just so beautiful, you thought with a sigh, not noticing his eyes deep in question at the noise. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. You loved the way his voice quickened when he sparkled with a new idea, or was so enjoying one of mine that he lost himself for a moment and quite forgot the mask he wore for others. You knew the second you had met the Guardians, you had given him his heart to keep it safe, that's just the way it was. You didn’t mind if he could never give you his in return. Just being here, on the Milano, was enough.

‘Can I be honest with you, Y/n. I’m just- I’m just struggling at the moment. I miss my mom, sometimes I miss Earth, and I just... don’t know who I am anymore, I don’t really know who I’m supposed to be.’

‘Wow, that’s the most sensible thing I’ve ever heard you say.’

The left side of his pale lip tugged upwards, creating an amused smirk on his god-like face, (as if he would ever let any of the Guardians forget he was half-god, technically). He bumps his tense shoulder further against your own.

‘Oh, ha ha. You’ve been spending too much time around Gamora.’

You did not say anything- you just did not know what to say. He was peculiarly conscious of you sitting next to him, your arm near his. Your silence was somehow comforting, he thought, it was peaceful in a way where he could feel at home and know that no matter what was happening, he was safe. He hadn’t felt this way since Meredith had taken him out to lie under the sky, the two of them sharing a pair of headphones, cheeks touching. It was bliss.

The two of you just sat there for a while, sitting under the stars, which were like a beautiful, surreal blanket above your heads, nothing but the soft breaths of him by your side.

‘But seriously, I spend all my time wondering if this is who I am, you know? I have such this... unselfish, I think? This unselfish love for everyone, and sometimes, I wonder if that means more about me than I thought it did before.’

You blink at him slowly, trying to comprehend what he was telling you. He took the lack of reaction as a bad sign.

‘Sorry, didn’t mean to bore you.’

You only shake your head, offering a warm smile full of hidden devotion and awe in return.

‘You could never bore me, Peter. Watching you try and speak is far too entertaining for that. But I wouldn’t worry, everything will eventually just click into place, and everything will suddenly just make sense. Or you’ll constantly be evolving, changing, challenging yourself. Either way, you will always be perfect, Peter Quill, and you will always be you. So would you stop worrying, for once?’

Peter’s eyes were as immobile as the rest of his face, as if news like that was impossible to absorb any faster. He was frozen for maybe three whole seconds before the corners of his mouth resumed their usual softness and her eyes quit staring. As soon as the last syllable echoed its way around his head, you find yourself interlocked in a kiss. Your eyes widen and it takes approximately one point five seconds to realise Peter Quill, the man you love, is kissing you and a further two point eight seconds to realise that you’re kissing him back. Your eyes have fluttered shut and in the darkness you see light exploding. 

 All you can focus on is Peter. On the soft moan he just made, the way he tastes like caramel and midnights under turning galaxies. The way his hand rests over your heart as he pulls away.

‘I-I’m sorry-’

‘Don’t be, do it again.’

His cold lips brushed against yours as he tugged you closer. You pressed your hand against his sculpted chest, relishing the firm, hard muscle. Nestling closer, you felt for his heartbeat, allowing the two of you to melt as one into the night.

Buy me a Coffee?

[sunny-mercya]

Coming Home|Peter Quill x Male Reader Son

Warning;

It won't contains Endgame Spoilers, since I didn't watch it.

It's a mix between OU & AU, I guess?

Standing in front of the grave of his Father sparked something unknown inside him. He just stood there, starring down at the wooden cross - which has been hastily set up after the dreadful incident a year ago. His father wasn't alone though, having his fallen comrades and friends by his side. He didn't care that the rain was drenching him to the bones nor does he care that he would be late and missing dinner with the remaining Avengers. Reading the name and date on the cross over and over again, sometimes closing his eyes in hope when he opens them again that it would be just a terrible repeating nightmare and that his father was still alive.

But he wasn't and he never would return ever again.

Peter Jason Quill

1980 - 2018

His eyes darted to another grave, his best friend Peter Parker was also dead and leaving another painful hole in his heart. He lost so many people he loved for an absurd reason he still couldn't understand. Why do people always thought it was wise to either take over or destroy Earth? It isn't like Earth hadn't it's own problems. But damn, this gigantic purple looking asshole sure took it to a whole new level. Killing half of the universe with just a snap of his fingers, was definitely the cherry on top for all former dictators who had a small portion of utterly madness in them.

Was he angry? Yes. Could he show it? No.

(E/C) eyes were wandering back to his fathers grave, his facial expression was like a blank page. He folded his hands into a praying position and prayed - to a God which either probably didn't even exist or who was cruel to the Humans they once created and loved. He partly blamed God for this too. Chanting silent words and verses in hopes that it would change something.

Thunder shook the sky and lightning erupted through the darkness, adding not only to the still gloomy atmosphere but also creating a new one - full of frustration and build up anger.

«[Name] lets head back, it's getting late.» the voice was firm and he knew straight away that it was Steven Roger aka Captain America who stood behind him. Giving one last respecting pray to Peter and his father, [Name] turned around and looked at Steve - who wore for once normal attire.

«Did you drive all by yourself?» «No, Natasha is waiting in the car» he just nodded at Steve and both males were on their way back.

As [Name] was about to enter the car, Natasha gave him a raised eyebrow,

«I would appreciate it if your water friend would not come with us, [Nickname].» he blinked at her, looking over his shoulder and sighed. Of course. With one hand wave [Name] lets the ball of water disappear.

Being born with a mutation wasn't bad, but it surely didn't gave him a easy life as a child. His father still adored him though, saying how cool it is and how proud he was of him. His Mother on the other side wasn't supportive and it ended up with him being send away. Yes he like his water manipulation mutation, but it gave him way too many mentally scars than he wanted. Especially when his own mother called him names.

One of the many things he liked about his ability was that his eye colour would change in any shade of blue depending on his emotions. He also could be in the water without getting prune and creating waves of water or any sort of figurines of that sort was awesome too. Pranking people was also good. The only thing he didn't enjoy was how easily dehydrated he could get - which sometimes would get him sick, so sick that he had to stay a whole week in bed.

If [Name] would be strong enough he could drown the asshole in a huge water bubble. He wasn't strong though and there wasn't a way for him to get stronger, since the only school for Mutants didn't seem to exist anymore. He wasn't really sure if it was true or not, but he never asked about it anyways. It wouldn't matter nowadays.

[Name] laid in his bed, starring up to the self made galaxy Natasha and Steve had made for him, He loved the galaxy, the stars and the moon. Loved the whole aesthetic of it. Than again the fucker who killed his friends and family was from the galaxy too. Karma sure loved to laugh at such misery.

It wasn't long till [Name] was slowly fading in and out of sleep, thanks to the soft music which was being played from the CD-Player. Dads Awesome Mixtape Vol. 1

And soon [Name] enters the dreamworld.

[Name] awoke with a scream, breathing heavily. His head moved in every direction, eyes wide and filled with panic - they also slowly turned into a arctic blue colour. His whole body trembles, gripping his (H/C) hair tightly as he rocked himself back and forth.

It was probably his fault that his father died. If he just listen to him and stayed home instead of secretly following Peter, than maybe they all would be still alive. Dear God.

He clearly remembers that last minutes he had with his father. His father just giving him an apologetic pained grin, putting his index and middle finger to the side of his head and waving them off again - some sort of two finger salute.

When his father begun to slowly turn into ashes, [Name] could exactly repeat what his fathers last words were.

«Oh man. See you later alligator.» [Name] couldn't even say something back to him, to shocked to react and then they were gone. He couldn't remember much after it, blacked out afterwards.

During his panic attack he hadn't notice that someone enters his room in a haste. Taking a seat next to him on the bed and engulfed him in a hug. Prying his hands from his head and running a hand through his hair, trying to soothe him.

The mixed smell of Gunpowder and perfume gave away that it was Natasha who came to his rescue. It took all his willpower not to cry, even though he so desperately want to. He couldn't allow it though, he had to be strong just as the others.

«Wanna head out of and walk around a bit?» her voice was gentle and low, not wanting to cause a headache if she would've spoke in a normal octave. [Name] just shook his head, not feeling to move any inch of his body and he also don't want to face the others right now.

«Alright, try at least to get some more sleep and I'm gonna bring you some bottles of water. Ok Kiddo?» he nodded at her and with that Natasha left him again.

[Name] was glad that he still had Natasha and Steve by his side. Don't get him wrong, he does likes Thor and Bruce too, but he felt a bit awkward around them and Tony? Tony Stark was someone he didn't really want to be around. He wasn't sure why but thats how it is and thanks to Peter he constantly had to see the Billionaires face.

When [Name] woke up again in the afternoon, he frowned. The house, which was a temporary home for the remaining Avengers and him, was way too quiet. Normally there would be any kind of noises, most of them came from Thor and Tony though. Though now it was dead silent and he don't like that. With swift movements [Name] got up from his bed and made his way downstairs.

He hold his breath as he took in the complete emptiness of the house. They all were gone. Gone.

If this was some sort of joke, then [Name] surely didn't find it funny. Normally one of them would always stay behind, just in case something happen, but now? Now it looked as if he was the only one living here.

Maybe the decided to left him? Maybe they got kidnapped or maybe they got killed. But perhaps maybe this was the actually reality and everything else was just a occurring dream chain. Still it hurts, his heart clenching painfully together and his lungs felt like fire - ready to bust any moment.

As he walked back upstairs, [Name] failed to notice the piece of paper which was laying on the Coffee table.

[Name],

If you reading this right now, then we're probably already up in space. So please don't panic when you're meet with an empty house.

We're gonna defeat Thanos, or how you like to call him; Fucker of the year, who don't even deserves the award of every and anything. Because he is a gigantic asshole. Etc.

Don't worry [Nickname] we gonna bring everyone back. Promise.

Please remember to drink lots of water and don't forget to eat. Also reminder to still take your Meds even if we are currently not here.

Stay strong kiddo, we'll be back home soon.

Sincerely,

Natasha and Steve + Co.

[Name] took three sleeping pills at one, not giving a fuck if he could die from this. All he wanted was to sleep, endless sleep. Setting up the CD-Player with Dads Awesome Mixtape Vol.2, [Name] curled up on his bed, his few stuffed animals tightly pressed against his chest and breathed in and out till he his consciousness slipped away.

[Name] frowned, scrunching up his face. Something begun to irritate him, nagging constantly in the back of his mind. It took him a while to open his eyes, since they felt heavy like sandbags. He regretted it soon though, because the bright sun which shone through his window almost blinded him. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the sunlight and stretched himself before sitting up.

Aah. It seems he didn't died from the sleeping pills he took, but he sure slept through three full days without waking up. For a moment he didn't dared to take another breath, because he heard noises - lots of voices too. Which shouldn't even be possibly, since he was alone in house now. Though it wouldn't stop and his curiosity begun to pipe up. So he decided to investigate it.

When [Name] reached the living room he was utterly confused. Bucky was sitting on the Couch, feet's on the coffee table, a bag of chips on his lap and a can of Soda in his one hand - watching some kind of Soap Opera. The next thing was added to his confusion was, that Wanda and Vision were also there. He rubbed his eyes, actually everyone of the Avengers who died during the big snap was here in the house. Walking around and doing things, as if they were really here and alive.

[Name] chewed on his bottom lip, not daring to move from his spot nor do speak up. Fuck. Maybe the sleeping pills were also some hallucinations pills, because this wasn't real. And if it was real, then please fuck him gently with a chainsaw.

«Ah! There you are [Nickname], I was about to wake you up.» when he heard Natasha's voice, he spun so fast around that he probably snapped a muscle in his neck. She just smiled at him, taking his hand and leading him to the dining room.

[Name]'s heart stopped a soiled second, when he saw Peter Parker walking up to him, grinning.

«Hey Aquaman, nice seeing to see you again.» [Name] just poked Peters nose, wanting to make sure that it really wasn't a hallucination. His eyes widen in shock and realization, it really was Peter, his best friend since middle school. [Name] hugged him wordless, pressing his face into his shoulder, taking in his scent. And even though his body begun to tremble he refused to cry.

«Hey! Don't I get a welcome home hug too, alligator?» he knew that voice, he could never forget the voice of his father. [Name] let go of Peter, slowly turning around and came face to face with his father - who looked tired a bit beaten up but happy.

«DAD!» he screamed it so loud that he probably scared most of the people in the house, he jumped onto his dad, hugging him so tightly - fearing that if he would let go his dad would disappear again. His body trembled again and this time he let the tears flow. Sobbing and weeping like there is no tomorrow. He hadn't cried when the grief came, hadn't when the nightmares plagued him.

«I-I......I thought you died! Thought I would never see you again!» his dad just patted his back, «Well, I thought that too, but we got revived.» he laughed a bit, putting his son back to the ground, but still had an arm around him.

«Now. How about we order some take out and do a hella long movie night!» they all agreed to it, laughing and joking with each other. Natasha being the sly assassin she is, took pictures after pictures.

Maybe god wasn't that cruel at all, maybe they did fool fate this time or fate just fooled them and maybe the galaxy was just feed up with their asshole dictator, that they decided to fuck him over.

And even in the darkest night, you still can find happiness.

Extra;

«But you guys did destroyed the gigantic purple asshole right dad?» asked [Name], who laid on the right side of the couch - legs dapped over Peters lap. His dad and everyone else, except for Natasha and Steve, look at him confused. They had no clue what he mean, till Loki bursted out into giggles and full hollering laughter. Then it clicked for everyone else and they all laughed, giggling, hollering and whatever as if they were Teenagers again.

It was hilarious for the adults, that a Sixteen year old had the guts to call, probably one of the most fearing Villain they ever had to fight against it, a dictator such names.

[Name] had no clue why everyone was laughing, did he miss an inside joke or something?

«I'm serious! Did you defeat shithead yes or no?» «Of course we did Son! Because we're awesome!»

[malebellyworld]

So This Is What They Call Love

(Chubby!Thor x Male! Reader)

It was over. War was over. Thanos was over. But the pain wasn’t going to end anytime soon.

As everyone stood there and watched the arc reactor glide across the lake amongst a plethora of delicate flowers, you tried your hardest not to attract too much attention as you held Thor’s large hand in yours. The air was dense with silence and grief, and the only way you found comfort was to lean in closer to the tall god - who carefully wrapped his arm around your waist. Small tears flowed down your face before you could swipe them off with the sleeve of your jacket, Thor seemed to notice this, and planted a kiss on your (h/c) hair.

It was like this until the reactor flowed out of sight, a few walking in different directions, a few stayed put staring at the lake as tears threatened to slip off their eyes. Thor and you stayed put for a few moments, just holding onto each other in a moment of loss and pain, the steady rise and fall of his chest helped maintain composure between the both of you.

“I lost too much…” He said in a deep yet gentle tone. “I lost everything.” His voice hitched a bit as he continued to look out on the lake, tears were welling at the edge of his lower eyelids. You saw this, and took the opportunity to weld your body into his thick frame, feeling the weight of his stomach pushing up against your own. Thor then wrapped his large arms around you when a small sob came out, burying his face in your hair.

“You didn’t lose me,” You said carefully, afraid to further trigger the man into doing something he’ll later regret. “You’ve taken great care of me throughout all that we’ve been through, and here we are, still alive to remember all the times we had with him… and with Natasha.” You glanced up at his red watery eyes, a warm smile donned your face as a means of comfort.

Thor smiled weakly. “At least it was not in vain.” He said, wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand.

“We all are hurt, but at least now we have time to fix things like they were before,” You said, rubbing small circles on his lower back. “We can learn to move on, together.” You rested your head against his broad shoulder, taking in the scent of his bourbon and oak beard shampoo.

You two mainly stayed near the food, since Thor was still in his stress-eating phase, and you didn’t have a problem with it at all, you allowed him to eat the three servings of May Parker’s funeral macaroni and cheese, those ten cheeseburgers, those two handfuls of cookies, and downed it all with punch or beer. You, on the other hand, just stayed there close to him leaning your head against his shoulder. Apart from allowing him to mourn through eating, you’ve grown accustomed to his soft stature; using his belly as a pillow late at night, his hips growing a bit wider, as well as his ass giving a bit of a jiggle with every step he took. These were the only things that made you happy lately, and Thor didn’t seem to care too much at all.

By the time the sun came down, a few were beginning to leave, solemnly saying their goodbyes, others just giving long hugs in silence. After you said your goodbyes, you noticed Thor, as well as the rest of the Guardians talking, but after walking over to them they all made their way back to the Milano parked just a few feet on the side of the lake. Thor turned around and smirked. “I just had a word with the StarLord, I asked if we may join him and his crew.”

Your chest ached at the news. “Woah… okay,” You said, rocking on your heels, trying to grasp on what’s happening. Thor seemed to sense your discomfort, and pulled you in close, encasing you in him to bring yourself back.

“I know it seems too soon, that you just got back to your home planet, but I know that I belong somewhere in the galaxy, not here where I get noticed every time I’m out.” Thor said, struggling on trying to form the correct sentence.

You only nodded. “You’re right. But I’m still going with you, and don’t you dare think that after what happened: my parents dying, you taking me to Asgärd and nearly escaping death so many times that I would want to leave you… you’re practically all that I have left, Thor.” Tears were now falling down your face as you looked him in the eyes.

Thor simply nodded and kissed your forehead. “I wouldn’t dream of it, you belong to me now,” He said, wrapping a thick arm around your waist before guiding you to where the rest of the Guardians were walking. “And I do have a confession to make… I love you.”

Those three words were something you never thought you’d hear from him, the man who still had his heart set on a woman he met years ago and never saw again, the man who wanted to spare himself for her until they meet again, it almost made you feel like you were in a dream. “I love you too.” You said, wrapping your arm around his soft waist, your hand gently rubbing the lower part of his distended belly.

• • •

Hours had passed, but being in space never helped in telling time. You and Thor got well adjusted in your small cabin, a twin bed you both lay on, Thor had you pressed up against his bare body, your hand rubbing circles on the tanned tight belly. He had just finished eating some sandwiches he snuck from the funeral, as well as some Asgärdian ale, a thunderous burp escaped his mouth after you pressed down a little harder on the dome of his belly. “Thank you, I had trouble getting that out.” He said shortly before yawing.

It had been a long day, and the two of you were exhausted ever since you left earth, but after getting some used to being on the Milano, and dealing with Thor and Peter’s childish bantering, you were beyond the point of exhaustion. You gave Thor a kiss, his hand on the back of your head. “So this is what they call love?.” The god asked, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.

You let out a short chuckle before nodding. Thor smiled, relaxing back into the one pillow that was there while his hand gently guided your head down to his warm belly. You snuggled up to him as he drew the blanket over you both, the faint rise and fall of his belly as he breathed was soothing, and soon enough you both were asleep in each other’s embrace as you flew amongst the stars.

[graukadino]

A Better Ending

Description: You are the norse god of destruction and creation, two sides of the same coin, and an old friend of Thor and Loki. After seeing the pain your destruction caused during a war Odin waged against another planet, you condemn yourself to a life of isolation, watching and influencing from the shadows and leaving your lover behind. While the giant purple grape threatens the safety of the universe you decide to come out of hiding and use your powers for good.

Pairing: (Light) Thor X Male! God! Reader

You pace back and forth, muttering to yourself as a warped spot in front of you shows Iron Man, Dr. Strange, Starlorde, Spider-Man, Mantis and Drax on Titan. Dr. Strange was looking at all the possible outcomes.

“Get it together, (Y/n). You can do this,” You tugged at your hair. “Use your powers for good. You can be good.”

The warped spot of time pulled your attention to Wakanda. Blue lightning cracked around a battlefield as Thor started swinging his new ax. Your eyes widened and shone a soft white.

“You can be good!” With a flash of light you’re form vanished.

~~~

The fight against Thanos went fast. Adrenaline pumped through everyone's veins and soon enough almost everyone was out for the count. It was just Tony and Thanos.

Tony kicks Thanos’ hand and forces it to the ground, holding it there with the armor from his suit. Twisting, his suit turns his hand to a mallet type shape and he punches Thanos in the face. He jumps back and just as fast he’s diving feet first into the enemies chest, pushing off and landing firmly on the copper colored ground.

Thanos tries to strike back but is pushed into a large rock, breaking it on impact. He recovers quickly, pulling the helmet of his opponent off with ease to reveal the shocked face of Tony Stark.

The helmet reforms and Tony puts his arms up just in time to block a blow from the giant. He’s not strong enough and is knocked to the ground.

Suddenly, Tony is kneeling, his hands over Thanos’, who flips him into the air. He lands on his back and Thanos aims to strike but is blocked. The much larger man countines to punch at his metal-clad opponent. He throws punch after punch before picking up the smaller man by the neck and pulling back his fist, held tightly in his golden gauntlet.

A blinding light shines from across the battlefield.

“Stop!” A voice booms out. As the light fades, Thanos finds his eyes widening. “You have had your fun, but enough is enough,” You had made up your mind. Thanos would fall and you would feel no regret. “It is my turn,”

“It can not be,” Thanos gasped out, in complete disbelief. His grip on the neck of his former opponent loosened and Tony fell, a pure white cushion catching him. You brought the cushion to you.

“Rest now, hero. You will be healed,” the cushion was engulfed in a softer, sweeter light than your arrival and was formed into a healing pod. “Spider, please gather your comrades while I handle the titan,” A heavily confused Peter Parker did as told, giving you and the now screaming, begging giant a look.

“Please! Spare me!” The kneeling form of Thanos shook as it begged the overpowered being in front of him. “I will make you king! I will give you the stones!” You chuckled, scaring the giant even more.

“I do not need the stones,” You replied dryly. “Nor do I need to be king,” You lifted your hand, snapping your fingers.

Thick, black chains and shackles formed around Thanos and tied him, similarly to the restraints used on Thor. Thanos was forced into a much more uptight kneeling position with one hand held behind his back and his other, gauntlet clad hand was forced towards you. Stepping forwards, you pulled the gauntlet off with ease, plucking the stones from their places and dropping them into separate pouches on your belt. You crushed the metal into a ball, dropping it into another pouch. When you were done, the arm was forced behind Thanos’ back like his other and three shackles morphed together to form a muzzle that clamped over the giant's mouth.

“Spider, have you gathered your allies?” You turned and were met with Peter setting down Drax and Dr. Strange.

“Yes, Mr…” Peter trailed off.

“I am (Y/n), Norse God of destruction and creation,” you smiled slightly. “And you?”

“O-oh, I’m Peter. Peter Parker. I’m also Spider-Man,”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Peter. But I believe we have some things to do,” Dr. Strange, Starlorde, Mantis and Drax were all surrounded by soft light and healing pods formed around each. With the same blinding light as your arrival, the healing pods, Peter, the mad titan and you vanished from the planet.

~~~

Your arrival light flashed in the lab Shuri worked to remove the Mind stone from Vision. The healing pods had flashed into the med bay and Peter went with them. Thanos, still restrained in your chains, was next to you, unable to move or speak.

The light caused Shuri to stop working and pick up her blaster. She focused it on you.

“Who are you?!” She demanded. Her accent was heavy and fear glinted behind her determined eyes.

“I am (Y/n), Norse God of destruction and creation. I come in peace,” You said, gesturing at the restrained giant. “Please do what you need. I will soon end this fight,”

Corvus Glaive burst through the door. His eyes widened as they landed on you and Thanos.

“Stand down,” You commanded. He dropped staff, restraints grabbing him and forcing him into the same position as his leader. “We will meet again Miss,” you bowed to Shuri before flashing away.

Falcon reported the flash of light from the lab but was soon blinded as the same light appeared, only brighter and covering the entire battlefield. As the fighting ceased along with the light, everyone’s attention was called to the center of the field.

“This battle is over!” A voice boomed. “Thanos has been captured and the Infinity Stones have been repossessed.”

A (h/c) male stood at the center of the battlefield, Thanos and Corvus kneeling to the side. The male lifted his hand, snapping his fingers. The Outriders disintegrate and are blown away by a soft breeze. The Black Order is restrained in the same position as Thanos and Corvus and flashed to the middle of the field.

“Thor!” You called as the blonde dropped in front of you. “Hello again, love,” The God pulled you into a tight hug and held you tightly. You took the opportunity to heal him, passing energy through your hands and into him. His skin tingled as cuts and scrapes were mended. After a few moments, you seperated.

“I have missed you, (Y/n),” Thor smiled, eyes watering slightly. Someone cleared their throat and your attention was called to the Avengers that now surrounded you. “Ah, (Y/n) this is the Avengers. They are Earth's mightiest defenders,”

“I know who they are, Love. I have been watching over you,” You turned your attention back to the surrounding Avengers. “I am (Y/n), Norse God of Destruction and Creation,” you bowed. “Now, the team from Titan is in the Med Bay. They had quite the fight with Thanos. They will be alright though. The question is, what will we do with Thanos and the Black Order?” Soon you were muttering to yourself, an ADHD type state setting in as you thought of options.

“Is he always like this?” Natasha asked.

“Yes. Isn’t it wonderful?” Thor smiled whimsically.

“What the…?” Clint trailed off, looking at Thor weirdly.

[extra-unknown-nation]

To Love, and Live Again Chapter 3

Peter Quill x Male! Reader

Now available!

Word Count: 6.2k

Tags: Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Internal Conflict, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension

Summary: You are a servant working under Ego's wing for a few years. You wanted a way out, but could find no way that didn't result in him killing you. That is until the day Ego had located his son, Peter Quill, who also could harness his abilities. With that in mind, perhaps there was a way out, someone who could contend with a celestial. Hope was finally in sight, and Quill was the key.

Chapter Summary: Arriving on Ego's planet, Ego has a task for you that heavily involves Quill.

Feedback is appreciated!

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Crushing The Grape (Avengers X Male!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Male!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Spoilers to Infinity War. Death. Reader basically tortured Thanos. Think Magneto with blood. 

Request: Could you do avengers x male reader where male reader kills that giant purple grape(thanos) on Titan

The plan was set out after much bickering between the groups, and everyone was in their places, waiting for what was to come- you included. 

You had wound up in this situation through Peter Parker, your classmate and teammate when it came to being superheroes. While Peter was quick and quite elegant, you were the brute force and defence. You had the ability to manipulate natural land elements, including rock, sand, and even metals, which you learnt when someone had tried to shoot Peter and you’d panicked and managed to deflect it. You didn’t know Tony very well, though he knew of you because of Peter telling him about his new friend who was ‘a real life earth bender’. 

The fact that you are currently on a planet that seemed to be only made of rock was a good sign that you were of use in this situation, but you were absolutely terrified, having heard about Thanos and seeing what one minion of his was capable of already. When you knew what he wanted to do, you felt the pressure weigh itself on you- if you messed up, it could literally kill half of everything and ruin everyone’s lives. What scared you more, but also made your more determined was when the wizard guy admitted the chances of winning were literally slim to none. You had to stop him. Now. 

Soon the Titan appeared, and the group swooped in to attack, you also playing a part in wrapping the ground around his feet to stop him kicking or moving too much. Everything seemed to have been going well until the guy… starlad? No, Starlord, found out that the purple prick killed his own daughter, who was also Starlord’s girlfriend, and he slipped, desperate for revenge which made everyone lose control of the situation. 

You panicked, and like the last time you panicked, you discovered you could do something more. 

You had tried to just encase him more in rock to slow him down, and have a boulder behind him come flying at him to knock him down… but the boulder didn’t move, but Thanos was clearly in pain, yelling out. You didn’t know what you were doing but it was clearly working and you just focused on continuing to do it, pulling towards you. 

It took a second for the red specs to be noticeable compared to the dark orange landscape, and when you saw them coming from Thanos’ pores, you realised what you were doing. Still, you didn’t stop, instead looking at the group. Peter’s eyes were wide, and the others could tell you had startled yourself. 

“Y/N, keep going.” Tony finally spoke up. “If you don’t then he’ll win.” 

With the confirmation to continue, you focused back on the purple titan in front of you, who was falling to his knees in pain, and growing pale very quickly, and with one last intense amount of power, the specs turned into blobs of floating blood and soon, it was clear that Thanos was dead, his body almost seeming mummified by the loss of blood, and you lowered your hand, the floating bubbles splashing onto the dry land. 

You stood there for a moment, looking at the body in front of you. “If he was able to do that why didn’t he do that in the first place?” One of the aliens asked- the blue one, what was his name? Who cared right now, you just killed Thanos. 

“H-He didn’t know he could do that.” Peter spoke up, coming forward and putting a hand on your shoulder “Y/N? You okay? You did the right thing.” Peter comforted you. 

“H-how? How did I do that?” You asked him.

“Well…” Tony spoke up. “We know you’re able to manipulate metals, like bullets, and there’s iron in the blood, which means-”

“I can bend blood.” You finished. You took a moment to accept this rather scary fact about yourself before taking a deep breath in. “What now? Do we go home? What about Thanos’ army?” 

“They’ll probably be trying to gather the stones still- if we put them altogether safe and protect them from his army, we’ll be able to win. We’ve already won. We just have to finish off the loose ends.” Dr Strange informed everyone before he opened a portal for everyone to walk through, back to Earth. You had a feeling that both Peter and Tony will refuse to drop the fact that you killed Thanos rather easily. 

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[galactic-magick]

Marvel Masterlist

* - female reader/pronouns

** - male reader/pronouns

*** - gender neutral reader/pronouns

Ships:

ScarletVision:

You Found Me at My Worst: AO3 Link

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X Reader:

Peter Quill:

***Never Be Her: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***Starlord Charm: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Adam Warlock:

***But Then I Saw You: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***Beach Day: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Kang:

***Only One I Want: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

***The Only Way: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Headcanons:

***Guardians of the Galaxy x Reader Post-Vol. 3: Tumblr Link

***WandaVision x Reader Nightmares: Tumblr Link

***WandaVision x Reader Valentine’s Day: Tumblr Link

***WandaVision x Reader Cuddling: Tumblr Link

***WandaVision x Reader Insecurities: Tumblr Link

***WandaVision x Reader Comfort Dates: Tumblr Link

Jimmy Woo:

***Something New: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Agnes/Agatha Harkness (WandaVision):

Pre-Reveal/Character Agnes:

*You Know I’ll Always Protect You: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Constants: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Careful Not to Lose Her: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*The Dance: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Drunk I Love You’s: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Post-Reveal/Agatha Harkness:

*I’m Not Your Enemy: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Spell Practice: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*As Long As I’m With You: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Sparky: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Cramps: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Remember Me: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*The Mysterious Woman: Tumbr Link AO3 Link

Peter Parker:

*Love Me for Who I Am: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Interrupted Dates: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Thor Odinson:

*Asgardian Therapy: AO3 Link

*A Tour of New Asgard: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Stay: Tumblr Link

Steve Rogers:

*You’re All That Feels Real: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Warm Summer Days: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Loki Laufeyson:

*Shallow Hal: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Quentin Beck/Mysterio:

*Together: Tumblr Links Pt.1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6   AO3 Link

*Happy Place: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*Dance the Night Away: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*A Little Bit Sinister: Tumblr Link AO3 Link

*You’re Nothing, But Not to Me (Reylo AU): Tumblr Link AO3 Link

Avengers x Reader Post-Endgame Imagines:

*Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark, Loki Laufeyson, Stephen Strange, Natasha Romanoff, T’Challa: AO3 Link

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hey! could i req a peter quill x male reader smut with sub bottom peter? the plot (if you choose to add one) doesnt matter much, but id like a lot of begging/whimpering on peters part! and some reader praising peter:)

YES. And it took me a hella long time to think of a plot but gave up and went for it. And sorry I’m going to make this short but wit some detail.

Peter Quill x Male reader

Warnings: nsfw, bottom/sub Peter, dom/top reader

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“Such a good boy, Peter..” you mumbled under your breath. Your eyes fluttered closed and let your head go down limp at the pleasure this man caused you.

The overwhelming sensation of heat between your guys’ close distant caused sweat to drip. Peter whined at one particularly hard thrust. You hips met his ass and thighs, holding him in a tight missionary position.

Peters knees nearly met his shoulders and his own face as you fucked him into the mattress. The only way he was holding it was your arms holding his legs back behind his knees giving you great access as you continued to push into him deep and fast

You know he can take it. You know how much he loved the burn.

His nails dug into your shoulder blades as yours gripped the mattress sheets. Your hamstrings burned but you kept going and going closer to the edge snapping your hips harder.

Peters groaned when your abdomen made contact with his tip and moved one of his hands to the back of your neck to pull you in.

Your lips clashed as you let his desperate neediness kick in. You let go after a moment, saliva disconnecting from your lips.

“mmm you like that don’t you, darling? How deep I’m getting from this position?” He whined into your mouth as you said that.

“I need an answer, Peter.” You state as your hips stutter to a stop, your knees dig into the mattress.

“Fuck, fuck please. I can’t. !” Peter cried out and clawed at your back. “Yes you can, say it and I’ll reward you,..” you rock back and then forth, slowly pushing in, getting deep enough to touch that bundle of nerves inside him. His legs shook.

“Yes! I love it so much! Please, y/n..” his back arched, contorting his body as well. You sit up setting his legs on your shoulders. Your hands grip into his waist and you growl.

“There you go, good boy.” Your thrusting continued at a fast past, his body slamming into yours, clapping sounds heard throughout the room.

Peter let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back. A breathy gasp escaped him as his body arched and shook, shooting all over your chest and himself. You continued chasing your orgasm as well and slammed into him.

“Fuck is’ too much, y/n-“

“You can take it—I know you can. You’re doing so good me, sugar,” You praised him between a staggered breath. You lick you top teeth and throw your head back, your eyebrows furrowing and your jaw went slack.

Your hips quicken and soon release with a guttural moan. The grip of your hands on his thighs soften but leave marks when you let go of them.

“fuck, such a good boy, you did so well..” you lean to him after slowly placing his legs down into the bed. “So, so, good,” you mumbled into his ear as you caressed his face and kissed his cheek.

Peters breathes evened out as you whispered sweet praises and hummed as replies.

You slowly get up to walk to the bathroom gathering a wet towel and water. Placing the water down on the bedside, you clean Peter up.

Wiping down his stained skin and drying the sweat off his face, along with yourself later on.

You place a pillow behind Peters hips to make him propped up so his lower back doesn’t ache when he lays curled into your side.

Laying your arm on his waist, you connect your forehead with his, closing your eyes. “I love you my starlord.”

[softboy-writes]

A Better Ending (Slight Thor X Male! God! Reader)

Summary: You are the Norse god of destruction and creation, two sides of the same coin, and an old friend of Thor and Loki. After seeing the pain your destruction caused during a war Odin waged against another planet, you condemn yourself to a life of isolation, watching and influencing from the shadows and leaving your lover behind.  While the giant purple grape threatens the safety of the universe you decide to come out of hiding and use your powers for good.

Warnings: Bad fight scenes, Gay relationships

You pace back and forth, muttering to yourself as a warped spot in front of you shows Iron Man, Dr. Strange, Starlorde, Spider-Man, Mantis and Drax on Titan. Dr. Strange was looking at all the possible outcomes.

“Get it together, (Y/n). You can do this,” You tugged at your hair. “Use your powers for good. You can be good.” 

The warped spot of time pulled your attention to Wakanda. Blue lightning cracked around a battlefield as Thor started swinging his new ax. Your eyes widened and shone a soft white.

“You can be good!” With a flash of light you’re form vanished. 

~~~

The fight against Thanos went fast. Adrenaline pumped through everyone's veins and soon enough almost everyone was out for the count. It was just Tony and Thanos.

Tony kicks Thanos’ hand and forces it to the ground, holding it there with the armor from his suit. Twisting, his suit turns his hand to a mallet type shape and he punches Thanos in the face. He jumps back and just as fast he’s diving feet first into the enemies chest, pushing off and landing firmly on the copper colored ground. 

Thanos tries to strike back but is pushed into a large rock, breaking it on impact. He recovers quickly, pulling the helmet of his opponent off with ease to reveal the shocked face of Tony Stark. 

The helmet reforms and Tony puts his arms up just in time to block a blow from the giant. He’s not strong enough and is knocked to the ground. 

Suddenly, Tony is kneeling, his hands over Thanos’, who flips him into the air. He lands on his back and Thanos aims to strike but is blocked. The much larger man countines to punch at his metal-clad opponent. He throws punch after punch before picking up the smaller man by the neck and pulling back his fist, held tightly in his golden gauntlet. 

A blinding light shines from across the battlefield. 

“Stop!” A voice booms out. As the light fades, Thanos finds his eyes widening. “You have had your fun, but enough is enough,” You had made up your mind. Thanos would fall and you would feel no regret. “It is my turn,”

“It can not be,” Thanos gasped out, in complete disbelief. His grip on the neck of his former opponent loosened and Tony fell, a pure white cushion catching him. You brought the cushion to you. 

“Rest now, hero. You will be healed,” the cushion was engulfed in a softer, sweeter light than your arrival and was formed into a healing pod. “Spider, please gather your comrades while I handle the titan,” A heavily confused Peter Parker did as told, giving you and the now screaming, begging giant a look. 

“Please! Spare me!” The kneeling form of Thanos shook as it begged the overpowered being in front of him. “I will make you king! I will give you the stones!” You chuckled, scaring the giant even more. 

“I do not need the stones,” You replied dryly. “Nor do I need to be king,” You lifted your hand, snapping your fingers. 

Thick, black chains and shackles formed around Thanos and tied him, similarly to the restraints used on Thor. Thanos was forced into a much more uptight kneeling position with one hand held behind his back and his other, gauntlet clad hand was forced towards you. Stepping forwards, you pulled the gauntlet off with ease, plucking the stones from their places and dropping them into separate pouches on your belt. You crushed the metal into a ball, dropping it into another pouch. When you were done, the arm was forced behind Thanos’ back like his other and three shackles morphed together to form a muzzle that clamped over the giant's mouth. 

“Spider, have you gathered your allies?” You turned and were met with Peter setting down Drax and Dr. Strange. 

“Yes, Mr…” Peter trailed off. 

“I am (Y/n), Norse God of destruction and creation,” you smiled slightly. “And you?”

“O-oh, I’m Peter. Peter Parker. I’m also Spider-Man,” 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Peter. But I believe we have some things to do,” Dr. Strange, Starlorde, Mantis and Drax were all surrounded by soft light and healing pods formed around each. With the same blinding light as your arrival, the healing pods, Peter, the mad titan and you vanished from the planet. 

~~~

Your arrival light flashed in the lab Shuri worked to remove the Mind stone from Vision. The healing pods had flashed into the med bay and Peter went with them. Thanos, still restrained in your chains, was next to you, unable to move or speak.

The light caused Shuri to stop working and pick up her blaster. She focused it on you.

“Who are you?!” She demanded. Her accent was heavy and fear glinted behind her determined eyes. 

“I am (Y/n), Norse God of destruction and creation. I come in peace,” You said, gesturing at the restrained giant. “Please do what you need. I will soon end this fight,”

Corvus Glaive burst through the door. His eyes widened as they landed on you and Thanos. 

“Stand down,” You commanded. He dropped staff, restraints grabbing him and forcing him into the same position as his leader. “We will meet again Miss,” you bowed to Shuri before flashing away.

~~~

Falcon reported the flash of light from the lab but was soon blinded as the same light appeared, only brighter and covering the entire battlefield. As the fighting ceased along with the light, everyone’s attention was called to the center of the field.

“This battle is over!” A voice boomed. “Thanos has been captured and the Infinity Stones have been repossessed.” 

A (h/c) male stood at the center of the battlefield, Thanos and Corvus kneeling to the side. The male lifted his hand, snapping his fingers. The Outriders disintegrate and are blown away by a soft breeze. The Black Order is restrained in the same position as Thanos and Corvus and flashed to the middle of the field. 

“Thor!” You called as the blonde dropped in front of you. “Hello again, love,” The God pulled you into a tight hug and held you tightly. You took the opportunity to heal him, passing energy through your hands and into him. His skin tingled as cuts and scrapes were mended. After a few moments, you seperated.

“I have missed you, (Y/n),” Thor smiled, eyes watering slightly. Someone cleared their throat and your attention was called to the Avengers that now surrounded you. “Ah, (Y/n) this is the Avengers. They are Earth's mightiest defenders,” 

“I know who they are, Love. I have been watching over you,” You turned your attention back to the surrounding Avengers. “I am (Y/n), Norse God of Destruction and Creation,” you bowed. “Now, the team from Titan is in the Med Bay. They had quite the fight with Thanos. They will be alright though. The question is, what will we do with Thanos and the Black Order?” Soon you were muttering to yourself, an ADHD type state setting in as you thought of options. 

“Is he always like this?” Natasha asked. 

“Yes. Isn’t it wonderful?” Thor smiled whimsically. 

“What the…?” Clint trailed off, looking at Thor weirdly.