#starlord x reader

[bellalaufeyson69]

Peter Quill x Reader

Enemies to lovers (sort of)

Breakfast

(Spoiler if reading this next sentence! Takes place after GOTG and before GOTG3. Gamora is with the Ravagers and is no longer with Peter in any way. Also meaning that as confirmed by James Gunn, we the reader can understand what Groot says because we’ve been with him so long 🥹)

Description: Quill and Yn hardly ever get along and it’s gotten on everyone’s nerves. Nebula comes up with a solution to the problem by making them spend time together in hopes of working out the differences.

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Rays of sunlight burst through the wide front windows of the Milano as the team sat around the table waiting for Groot to finish the breakfast. We all took a straw from a hat daily to see who had the duty, though when any one of us pulled the straw and saw it said groot, we’d discretely pretended it said someone else’s name. It wasn’t that we didn’t trust him to be a good cook, it was just that he can get a little… distracted.

“What day is it today?” The tree pondered, looking over to Mantis awaiting an answer all the while completely unaware that a twig from his arm has now caught fire from the stove.

I was quick to catch this and jumped from my spot to put it out, though as I ran to help him I came crashing into a tall, decently sweaty Peter. “Common Quill!” I hissed before turning back to Groot only to be halted by his annoying voice.

“Oh like that was my fault,” he complained throwing his hands in the air and looking to the team for reassurance yet getting none as they tended to zone Peter and I’s arguments out.

“Maybe if you payed any attention to anything you ever do!” I snapped turning back to face him feeling a rise of irritation come over me causing me to completely forget why I’d even got up in the first place. “Also, you’re disgusting. We have showers for a reason, you literally soaked my arm in your nasty sweat,” I made a disturbed expression whilst wiping the warm wet liquid onto my pants.

He scoffed with an eye roll while taking a glance at the ceiling. “Im sorry if I get a little sweaty when I work out, it’s natural, and I was going to take a shower, not that it’s any of your business; after we ate breakfast.”

“How convenient, so we can all join together and eat while inhaling your B.O.”

“Oh would you two please just shut up! I’m sick of all the incessant bickering you make me want to rip my ears off,” Nebula intruded from beside Groot. She and Rocket had been busy helping Groot put out the small flame that Peter and I had long forgotten about. “You’ve been irritating because Gamora’s gone, and you’ve been a living-breathing brat ever since you failed the last mission,” she called out our behavior almost in a motherly way. She’s been weirdly diplomatic when dealing with us instead of just telling us to go yell at each other somewhere else.

With a huff I went back to my seat and sank in the chair feeling a tinge of embarrassment overwhelm me at the memory of that last mission. I had never failed before, and this time put everyone at danger because I couldn’t control my emotions and attacked a guard too soon. I got a lecture about it from pretty much everyone except Mantis and Groot. That experience definitely hurt my pride quite a lot, so sometimes I might have a little extra sass to try and build it back up. “At least mines a real reason to be acting like a jerk,” Peter mumbled while sitting down in the seat farthest from me.

I snickered to myself at his comment. Sometimes he can be a real idiot. “You realize you called yourself a jerk too right? Nice one Einstein.” I clapped back not willing to let him win this argument, or really any in the future. Peter Quill just always has to be the leader, the cool guy, always right. Not when it comes to me.

“That’s it!” Nebula shouted in pure aggravation. She stomped over to the both of us and grabbed one of our arms with a decent strength considering she’s part bot. “You two are on breakfast duty, and if I hear you argue once while doing it then you’re both gonna be stuck cleaning the engine for two months,” she snapped, shoving us both toward the fridge. We often all had chores to do but we made it fun by having a spin wheel to see who has to do what. Cleaning the engine was always the worst one, but what made it easier was knowing you only had to do it once and then you could spin the wheel next chore week.

“Who said you were in charge? I think you’re forgetting this is MY ship,” Peter defended while crossing his arms.

“Yeah,” I added confidently. Who the heck is Nebula to tell us what to do.

“Nah I agree with that. You two are the most annoying a-holes I’ve ever had to share a space with. Mantis and Drax don’t even argue as much as you do,” Rocket chimed in matter of factly.

“It is true! I would much rather sit and listen to Mantis’s pathetic stories than hear you two fight anymore,” Drax said as he stood tall and serious.

Mantis glanced over to him with a bubbly smile. “Awhh thank you!”

“You are welcome idiot,” Drax replied with a pleasant smile. In his mind he was being respectful, and Mantis didn’t know any better.

Nebula turned her head back to us with an expression as of saying ‘that’s what I thought’. “So it’s settled. You two are gonna work this stupid stuff out, and if we hear so much as a bad tone, then you get stuck with Engine duty,”

We’d both surfaced a similar response between grumbles and eye rolls, yet had no choice but to accept our fate. Majority rules is how this ship functions, which was a feature I loved when it was in regard to someone else. Soon the rest of the group piled out, rocket on his way out mumbled on about how we’d better be quick. I gave a short glance to Peter which was a mistake as he’d so very annoyingly been standing there sifting through songs his Walkman and earbuds. Of course he’d tune me out, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just stood here the whole time too.

I started gathering some of ingredients and pans we’d need, already feeling angry at the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to move to help me. This was a clear indicator that my assumption of his laziness was likely going to be right. I semi aggressively dropped down the container of bacon onto the counter letting my current mood take the control of my motion. I grabbed the unused pan and placed it down and began putting strips of bacon on it. “You’re doing that wrong,” Peter softly mentioned. He seemed tired, I wasn’t sure if it was tired of the arguing or just in general but the tone definitely helped ease my anger a little bit.

With a huff I turned to look over at him and was surprised to find him standing so close, hovering just inches from my frame looking down at the pan, then making eye contact with me. His expression was blank, and calm which confused me. “I’m putting the strips out, how else am I supposed to do it?” I felt my brow still furrowed down in the looming frustration I felt before. We always fight, and one of us always takes it too far, those are times that make it hard to ever not be annoyed at the man’s presence.

He took an earbud out and let it hang by the cord before stepping closer until his body was pressed against my side. I stayed long enough to feel his warmth until I realize the normal thing to do would be to step out of his way, so that I did. Part of me wished he’d do it again, that he’d give me an excuse to accept his embrace. If I hate him so much why did that little ounce of intimacy feel so nice? A confusing mix of emotions. “You don’t put them all at once only do half so they cook more evenly,” he explained whilst taking off some of the already placed bacon. “Also put them folded like this so that- F*CK! AGH!” He’d instantly jumped back from the grizzling pan holding his hand in pain. “Stupid grease, ow!” He complained to the pan as if it were alive which made me laugh quite a lot. The whole scene was funny really.

I hadn’t noticed that through my laughing he’d been looking at me smiling ever so slightly, until I caught him, in which he looked back at the pan. “Are you alright there captain?” I amusingly teased his super strong title, while instinctively placing a caring hand on his shoulder with a soft rub. The moment I placed it I felt the mortified realization of my actions and ripped my hand back off. Too embarrassed to comment on it I’d redirected my focus to making eggs in the other pan hoping he wouldn’t mention it.

I cooked in silence for a little while until I felt as if I was being watched. Hesitantly I turned my gaze to Peter and surely enough was met with him staring right back at me. He looked to be deep in thought until I caught him when his lips curled into an arrogant grin. “Oh no no no, are you kidding me? You’re tellin’ me you can’t even cook eggs either? What can you do?” He provoked in amusement making me roll my eyes.

I waved my hands in the air in defeat. “Fine! You do it yourself then.” I stepped aside from the counter and began to walk away until I felt a warm hand take a light grip on my forearm and pull me backward. I stumbled back to my position in front of the pan where Peter was beside me holding my arm.

“Relax,” he soothed while slowly inching closer, it almost seemed like he was hoping his movements were slow enough for me not to notice. “You’re not gonna get any better with that attitude,” he continued, his hands slowly brushing my hips while I was too distracted listening to what he was saying. He moved cautiously almost trying to catch me in the distraction. “So much attitude all the time,”

I scoffed at his comment. “Attitude? I don’t have attitude, you’re the one who’s always moping around making little comments at everything.” his fingers now wrapped around my waist as he stood behind me, his breath tickling my shoulder.

“Let me show you,” he furthered, completely ignoring what I’d said and going on with his own point.

I’d attempted at pushing his hands off me. “No, I don’t need your help Peter,”

He stood there his grip strong as he looked down at me with a little ‘huh’. After the death glare I’d given he kindly explained the cause of the sound. “You called me Peter,” he pointed out with a grin.

I felt taken off guard at that comment and honestly a little flustered. I always made it a point to call him by his last name, I felt that first names were for people I respected. Why did that slip so easily? “I was just distracted…” I trailed avoiding his gaze and looking back to the pan. “Are we gonna cook the eggs or not?” I redirected the conversation away from the tension as I didn’t know how to react. My heart fluttered at his proximity but my mind reminds me of our dynamic. We’ve never got along let alone been close in this way.

He took my cue to move on and eagerly grabbed the spatula, handed it to me then paused and hesitantly slipped his hand on the back of my own. His other hand rested on my waist still as he guided the cooking. “It’s all about the wrist” he spoke softly.

I let out a breathe as I stood stiffly. I wasn’t sure what to do with this but I didn’t hate it. In fact it was quite the opposite. “This isn’t going to help you get over Gamora,” I bluntly stated without really thinking about it. I didn’t intend on being rude and my tone pushed that. Truth is that must’ve been an insecurity festered up. He’s a flirt and I can’t be his distraction.

He was silent for a moment but his position didn’t budge. “Why are you always so quick to push me away?” He quietly asked sincerely. He seemed hurt which was the last thing I expected from him. Was I reading our dynamic wrong? I couldn’t have been I mean we fight constantly.

“I don’t-“

“Don’t.” He interrupted. “Be real with me, just this one time,” he took the spatula from my hand and placed it on the table before grabbing the hand back again and bringing it to my waist to hold there. “What can I do to fix you and me?”

I didn’t know how to respond to that whatsoever because I didn’t know what that meant. You and me. As in no more arguing? As in becoming friends? As in something more? It doesn’t help that Peter is known for his flirting. “I-“ I sighed. “What do you mean?” I felt myself submitting to his touch as my body relaxed against his.

“Last weekend, we’re sitting on the couch. My arm was up around the top of it and if I moved it down just a little bit it would’ve literally been around your shoulder. Everything’s fine we’re all watching a movie, and I make a bad joke about your favorite character because I think it’s cute when you’re mad and you storm off cursing at me.” I couldn’t see the point he was pushing for but found myself blushing at the compliment. “Can’t you tell I do those things to get close to you? We don’t talk what so ever and the most I get from you is if I pull it out of you by making a dumb comment,” he explained his head now stooped closer to my shoulder, resting slightly against the side of my face and neck. “I know I can be childish, or a jerk but I don’t know what else to do when all I want to do is talk to you,”

“Oh really?” I perked up a little bit ready to make my point taking a step away from Peter. “What about the time we were here drinking and you made a comment about how I was ‘acting different to impress people’? How romantic,” I poked feeling his logic start to crumble.

He let out a huff. “You’re not remembering that the way I am and yeah I shouldn’t have said that but you spent the entire night all over that xandarian guy,” he expressed stepping forward to grab my hand and pull me back in. “You know how much I wanted to punch that dude straight in the jaw every time he touched you? Why should he get to kiss you?” He seemed to be getting offended just remembering the night, and honestly a little heated.

“Peter,” I softly tried to intercept.

“No, I’ve been here this entire time. For years it’s been me here with you, we go on missions, we’ve explored new planets, had ups and downs, and I have to sit there and watch some guy kiss you? Some guy who just came along that same day, put no effort into his relationship with you and got you,” he rambled on with pain in his eyes. I hadn’t seen him show that much emotion over someone since gamora. “It’s not fair,”

I felt horrible for not seeing this sooner. I couldn’t help but rethink everything but at the same time he definitely went about this in the wrong way to get my attention. He got it alright but it was never good. To me he was just constantly nitpicking me and all the things I liked and it drove me crazy. I guess that’s the fault in miscommunication. A lot of the stuff was pretty dumb to get genuinely mad at, often he’d just tease my favorite movies or comment on my fighting skills. Nonetheless in this moment I felt truly sad for him. “I didn’t know…” he was focused very intently on every word I said and I could just tell the anticipation anxiety was eating him up. In reality this was a confession of his feelings. “If I would’ve known…” I trialed off not wanting to press further as I’ve never been very good at expressing my feelings.

“If you would’ve known then what?” He softly nudged me to continue. He took our interlocked hands and held it on his chest.

“I don’t know, things would’ve been different. I didn’t know that’s how you felt I just thought you hated me honestly,” I admitted awkwardly.

He exhaled with a frown. “I could never hate you, and that mission…“ he got softer watching my expression because he knew this topic was sore for me. “It didn’t matter to me that we failed, all I could think about was how I could’ve lost you,” he admitted keeping eye contact as he spoke. “I can’t lose anyone else, and I just miss what we used to be like.”

This confused me as what he’s referencing is our friendship back when he was with Gamora. Is he trying to say he wants to be friends or is he being romantic? He’s so hard to read sometimes, but his actions are telling me romance. Clearly he could see the confusion etched on my face because he clarified all my questions without ever having to hear them. “You know, how close we were. Cracking jokes, playing pranks on the rest of them,” he explained. “I want that. But… something a little different…” he seemed a little more awkward now like he didn’t know how to word what he felt.

“How different?” I asked feeling my heart pick up just a little bit. Perhaps MAYBE the reason I got so mad at everything Peter did was because MAYBE I valued his opinion, because MAYBE I was sort of always secretly into him.

He perked up at the question surprised I hadn’t shot it down right then and there. “Well,” he started while taking my hand and giving me a dramatic twirl. The guy is smooth. “Maybe a little romance, I’m thinking Jim and Pam,” he referenced my favorite Earth show as I’ve forced him to watch it after our trip there.

A mischievous smile found my lips at that. “Ohhhh, so someone was lying about not liking the show?” I teased in a ‘I told you so’ kinda way.

He chuckled at my call out. “I told ya Y/N, I just love to mess with you.”

“Hmm, fine but you have to watch rom coms with me,” I laid out my terms matter of factly.

His eyes widened. “Fine? Fine what? Fine to the romance?” He double checked as I hadn’t made myself all that clear.

“I GUESS,” I dramatically excepted in a fake disinterested tone.

“Well then Mrs. Y/N” he pulled me into him yet again wrapping his arms around my torso, though this time I let my hands rest on his chest. “I’m gonna romance the shit outta you,” he grinned that same cocky little grin that used to make me wanna smack him.

I rolled my eyes at his over confidence but was thrown off at him leaning in closer to me. I couldn’t find anything sassy or witty to remark because now all my focus was on the fact that Peter Quill’s lips were so close to mine. The lips of always secretly wanted to kiss. I let out a breath feeling the tension before he’d made the move to fully go in. He kissed me softly, and slowly. His hand cupped my cheek and when he pulled away he gave a real genuine smile.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me” rocket yelled out from the doorway next to a very shocked Nebula.

“I give them a week tops,” she jokingly murmured but I could tell she was genuinely happy for us.

Rocket groaned from his place clearly fed up with the fact that he’d suffered through our bickering just for us to end up into each other. “If I’d known all you two jackasses needed to do was bang it out- WHY ARE THE EGGS BLACK?” He ran over to the stove to turn off the switch as if that would save the already far gone breakfast. “that’s TWO breakfasts down the drain, that’s it! I’m done! We’re getting fast food from knowhere,” he flailed his hands in the air and walked out of the room in defeat making the rest of us chuckle.

“I’m glad you two figured it out finally,” Nebula gave a small smile. “Really thought you were blind,” she dryly joked.

Peter and I looked at each other in confusion for a moment before smiling and accepting the fact that apparently we’d been obvious about our unknown feelings. With that she left the room to follow Rocket to the controls of the ship to fly us all to knowhere. This left Peter and I alone once more, he stared down at me in amusement. “I knew you were into me.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes for the millionth time, slipped my fingers into his and dragged him out to the main area of the ship preparing for the rest of the teams reactions.

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My first Peter Quill fan fic! Sorta rushed so I apologize for any errors! Let me know if I should make more!

[undyingdecay]

Half a request half not(???) Idk but I was so hyped when I saw that you also write for GOTG bc Starlord is my everything bro oml, he seems like such the wet and pathetic type, especially pre volume1 when he was on like, space tinder basically, he just SEEMED like the type to try and charm you only to fuck it up somewhere and fall in love after a one night stand

(tw: reader is implied to be older then peter because hes a milf hunter because i said so, sue me)

anon our wedding’s booked for october because you get it. you see the vision. you understand the loser energy that pre-vol.1 starlord radiated from every pore. the type of man who’d call himself legendary outlaw like it wasn’t the saddest thing you’d ever heard in your life. the type to strike out on space tinder, send weird half-nude holo pics with captions like u up? ;) at completely inappropriate times, and genuinely think it was charming.

and of course — of course — it happens like this

some nowhere planet whose name you never bothered to learn, overcrowded bar reeking of alien sweat and something sweetly chemical. you’re already annoyed, already clocked the age difference when he sauntered over with that cocky grin, with his 'hey, haven’t seen you around before' opener like he didn’t just say that to three different women ten minutes ago.

but there’s something about him. the kind of pathetic you can’t look away from. like a stray animal with too much bravado and not enough brain cells. and you can smell the mommy issues on him before he even opens his mouth.

he talks and talks and talks. about himself, about some planet shaped like a potato, about a song you’ve never heard of but that he swears would totally blow your mind. you can’t get a word in because he doesn’t actually want to hear you. he just wants an audience. and for some reason — probably the drink, probably boredom, probably that sad little glimmer in his eyes when he thinks you’re about to leave — you let him.

and it happens fast. sloppily. clothes half-on, half-off. he’s a little desperate, like he’s got something to prove, hands everywhere, mouth clumsy, talking too much in between like 'fuck, you’re so hot' and 'shit, im gonna marry you' and you roll your eyes so hard it hurts. you tell yourself it’s a one-time thing. a pity fuck. you’re gonna forget his name in the morning.

except you don’t.

because he doesn’t leave.

you wake up and he’s still there. half-sprawled across your chest, one arm slung heavy over your stomach, lips lazily wraped around your nipple like it’s his goddamn pacifier. and when you shift, when you try to wriggle out from under him, he hums against your skin and murmurs something about Zandar 5 being the best place for fried Neraki eggs, no really, you’d love it.

he doesn’t shut up. not even when you glare at him, not even when you tell him you’ve got somewhere to be. he just looks up at you with that stupid, boyish grin and says 'c’mon, sweetheart, don’t be like that — last night was amazing, right? we got chemistry, you and me.'

you argue. of course you argue. tell him it was a fluke, a mistake, tell him you don’t date younger guys and you especially don’t date drifters with commitment issues and delusions of grandeur. he pouts. actually pouts. big sad eyes, hair sticking up in every direction, lower lip pushed out like a kid being told no candy before dinner.

and somehow you end up back in bed.

it’s not even sex this time. just limbs tangled together, his head heavy on your chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip while he rambles about some obscure alien movie you don’t give a shit about. you try to pretend you’re annoyed. you tell yourself you’re not keeping him around because it’s kind of nice. that pathetic little whine he makes when you tug his hair, the way his eyes light up when you laugh, like it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

he promises he’ll leave tomorrow.

he doesn’t

[mindfulvenus]

starlord + lipstick

pairing. peter quill (starlord) x reader

song. your teeth in my neck by kali uchis

peter quill is a fiend for lipstick. there is just something about they way it accentuates your lips, as if you weren’t already eye-catching enough.

holding conversations with your lipstick-covered lips always felt distracting. instead of listening to the words leaving your mouth, he found himself watching the way your lips moved as you spoke. it only took a few sentences, then you notice his eyes drifting away from yours mid conversation.

“peter? did you even hear me?” you’re annoyed, he can tell by the way you purse your lips together and roll your eyes in a swift gesture.

“…uh…yeah?” he was caught in his mindless act, and the funny thing is he didn’t even notice himself doing it. i mean, it was you talking. that little pretty face of yours, and those lips that spoke to him wearing that shade of lipstick.

oh, how bad he just wanted to take hold of your gentle fingers and kiss you. he wanted your lipstick all over his face, down his neck, and on his sensitive collar bones. peter is a simple man, all he wants is your loving, lipstick-covered lips all over him.

snapping back out of though, he hears you nag him, “whatever, just pay attention,” and peter lets out a playful chuckle,

“don’t worry,” he gives a gentle shrug with his shoulders and walks closer to you. his right hand reaches towards your face and brushes the lower part of your cheek. his thumb is trailing to your lower lip, running across it slowly, back and forth. you’re growing a stupid smile now, and peter has your lipstick on his thumb.

with a love-sick heart, peter speaks, “i am,” reminding you gently that he listens to those lips;

“always.”

note. peter is such a himbo, lover, and an absolute fantasy.

[rose-gold-bullet]

[𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤] Star-Lord x Reader

Summary: You're sent on a mission to another planet and catch the attention of your ally. This takes place in the Marvel Rivals Universe; this Star-Lord might vary from the MCU!

warnings: brief 'love interest protects you from a creep' trope, canon-typical violence in the beginning, chronic use of (Y/N) in this bad boy

Your vision is clouded by thick smoke as buildings come crashing down around you. In this war-torn city, there's nothing to count on but your instincts, your weapons-

"Woo-hoo! Two points for the Star-Lord!"

Oh, and your idiot ally who's somersaulting through the air. The two of you and four others were called here on a mission to transport something to somewhere; frankly, neither of you read the brief, but it doesn't seem like you needed to.

Your new friend, Star-Lord you think you heard him say, lands right in front you. With the area quiet and the haze finally dissipating, you both lower your weapons and check your surroundings. Though it's out of sight and being watched over by the rest of your team, you're sure the objective has just about reached its destination. You watch as he removes his mask to say something, and he's so pretty you almost miss the enemy movement coming from behind him.

"Hah! did you see tha-"

"Duck."

"Goose?" you groan and shove him to the floor for his protection as you raise your gun, knocking out the Psylocke who was racing to get you when your defenses were low.

"Ohh, Nice one! She's so quiet!" He cheers you on from the ground as you extend your arm to help him up, rolling your eyes but smiling at the flattery. Once he’s up, neither of you let go of each others arms for a moment. It takes you a second to realize you’ve stared at him for just a bit too long, and once you do you jerk your hand off him as though you’ve been burned and clear your throat. Just as you let go of each other, you hear Captain America shouting your names from a few streets over.

Once you're all grouped up, you're notified there's been no known casualties on either side and that the mission was a success. With that, you're all free to go, and you want nothing more than a peaceful, quiet walk on the way to the hotel you've booked for the night. With all this multiverse bullshit going on, it's been over a month since you were given approval to head back to Earth where you belonged. Travelling the universe has been exciting and all, but you can't help but miss home; the closest you've been able to find to it is a room for one built in a style you could maybe find somewhere on your planet.

"Hey! You!" you hear the sputtering of fuel behind you followed by a thump as your friendly pursuer lands as gracefully as he can beside you, "I never got your hero name!" Maybe this walk won't be as peaceful as you hoped.

You've seen him around before during missions, and he's even tried speaking to you a couple times, but you've just been so inside your head lately you've shut out just about everyone. As annoying as he might be, part of you is glad he's not the type to give up.

"I don't have one. (Y/N) is fine." You look up at him and catch the most upset look he could muster.

"(Y/N)? Fine normal name, I guess. But that can't be your hero name! I saw you out there, you were awesome!" You can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm, and his smile widens even more, "Tell you what, I'll come up with one for you."

Your giggle grows into a laugh, "Absolutely not, Star-Lord."

"What's wrong with Star-Lord? It's badass!" You want to say what you really think, that his name is both bad and ass, but it'd feel like kicking a friendly dog, so you swallow your jab.

"I guess it's a hero-name of some kind, which might be better than nothing." You humour him.

"So you'll let me pick?"

"I'll let you come up with ideas."

He proceeds to spitball the worst names you have ever heard in your entire life, which eventually spiral into any noun he can think of followed by 'lord'. You can tell that at a certain point he stopped trying and is just trying to make you laugh, but that doesn't mean it's not working.

"Gun-Lord?"

"Be- Because you saw me with a gun?" You can barely contain your giggles enough to answer.

"Too on the nose, huh?" He grins down at you, but you don't catch the adoration in his eyes.

Eventually you calm yourself down, "These suggestions have been so helpful, don't get me wrong, but I don't think we've found the winner quite yet."

"Give me a bit, maybe I'll come back tomorrow with some more heavy-hitters. We'll get you that name eventually. Where are we headed, by the way?" He looks around and notices you've reached the untouched part of the city, though the citizens are still, understandably, in a bit of a panic.

"I'm headed to my hotel. Where are you staying?"

"Pff, lame. I stay in a ship with my crew, you can stay there if you want!"

"Your... crew?"

"You haven't heard of us? The Guardians of the Galaxy?"

"Uhh, I might've heard that cute armed raccoon mention something like that? You know him?"

He laughs, "Don't call him that in front of him, he's a bit feral. But yeah, He works with me. So does Mantis and Groot."

"Weird crew you've got going on."

"You'd fit right in!" You can tell he definitely didn't mean it as an insult, "I'd have to get to know you a little better, but I think we could use someone like you, you know." You laugh again, but this time it's in disbelief. He can't be serious.

"I... I kind of have a life on Earth, I think. As tempting as it is to fuck off into space and do... space things together. I don't even know your name."

"I prefer Star-Lord, but Peter works too. And I think you're underestimating how cool the space things are. Come on, you're curious aren't you? Let me show you my ship."

You pause for a moment and think it over. You'd never join his crew, but there's just something about him that makes the thought of seeing him again so exciting. You wonder if other people find him so charming or just paint him as egotistical.

"Sure. Yeah. Meet me sometime tomorrow, maybe?"

"Your hotel, 10:00 AM?"

"Done."

You spend the rest of the walk talking mostly about Peter. You love asking the questions and he loves answering even more. You learn about his life in space, that he's not totally human like you thought, and you even get into discussing music by the time you've reached the lobby.

"I guess that's it for today." You try to hide your disappointment as you both stand a few feet from the front desk—you already know him well enough to sense he doesn't need more of an ego boost.

"Yeah. It was great running into you, you kicked ass on the field."

"You too," you look up at him but suddenly have the urge to avoid eye contact, "Thanks for walking me back."

"Anytime."

***

Your night at the hotel felt longer than usual and you couldn't quite make out why. Maybe the room just wasn't as comforting as it looked in the pictures. Maybe you didn't get as much sleep as you wanted because you were too excited to see this spaceship you've heard so much about. Whatever the case, 10:00AM couldn't come fast enough, and by 9:30, you were already sitting in the hotel lobby, your leg bouncing with excitement. You feverishly check your watch and sneak glances out the tall, sunlit windows hoping you'd see your talkative new friend. 'Relax. You're never this antsy over a man,' You try to tell yourself. You sigh and close your eyes to ground yourself a little more.

"Stood up?" A gravelly, unfamiliar voice asks you.

"Huh?" Your eyes shoot open and dart towards the stranger in front of you. He's older, lean, and a bit too close for comfort. You stand up and take a step back. He takes a step forward.

"I asked if you got stood up. A pretty lady like you shouldn't be all alone." You can smell the alcohol; he's probably from the hotel bar. 'This early? Gross.'

"No, I'm just a bit early. Thanks for your concern, but you can head back to the bar."

"You should join me. You'd have more fun with my buddies and I." You're not sure if you should knock his lights out now or try to get someone's attention; you absolutely hate making a scene, and you can't tell what would cause less of a disturbance to the otherwise empty lobby.

"This guy bothering you?" You feel a hand on your waist, and you hate to admit it, but it provides a sense of comfort. You fight your instinct to roll your eyes—of course he of all people would love to save the damsel in distress; he's probably practiced that line in the mirror.

Nevertheless, you lean into him to sell your relationship a bit more, "I think we're fine. He was just leaving."

The creep goes pale; Peter is large. Even when drunk, he knows there's no way in hell he was going to beat him in a fight.

"Uhh. That's right. Have a great day, you two." He stumbles back towards wherever he came from, and you quickly turn to face your saviour.

"My hero." Sarcasm drips from your voice, "Thank you for saving me, Star-Lord." You roll your eyes and everything, but after saying hero, nothing else could penetrate his skull.

He smiles widely and his face tints red at the use of his name, clearly oblivious to your mockery, "No problem! It's expected of a Guardian like me." You can't help but laugh; He's just so dumb.

On the way out of the lobby, you quickly check your watch—‘9:43; he’s early, too.’ You smile to yourself, trying to keep it subtle.

You sharply inhale the strange, almost Earth-like air as he leads you in the direction of the aircraft dock near the edge of the city.

"It's still strange to me that ship docks even exist," You try to break the silence, "We've never had a need on Earth."

"Yeah, it's mostly a No-Fly zone for the other planets. Doesn't help that there's not much there anyway."

"Earth has a lot of problems, but it's not bad, I think. Maybe you should visit sometime. I've only just left and I'm already pretty homesick." It's only a half-truth; You've felt this way since you've left your family for S.H.I.E.L.D—it's a lonely life, being a hero.

"... Maybe. I don't know. My home's on that ship now. I'm not even sure what family I've got left there on Terra." You can tell he's got mixed feelings about his life back on Earth. You know better than to pry.

You only notice now that his hand is still on your waist from the lobby once he sighs and tightens his grip around you a little. You're farther from Earth than you've ever been, but you notice that the closer you are to Peter, the less you feel that pit in your stomach telling you to come home. And it’s probably wishful thinking, but you hope that maybe he feels the same way around you.

***

"Who the flark is this?" You separate from Peter only to use him as a shield from the talking raccoon,

"Uh, we've been on missions together before? I'm the gun girl?" you squeak out from behind him. You wanted to make a good impression, but it's a little hard to do when you're the only one on the ship with manners.

He squints, "... Widow?"

"No, the other one."

"Oh." He completely loses interest in you and goes back to working on whatever death machine he's tinkering with. You're not sure whether to be relieved or take offence.

"Yeah, that's Rocket. He's a real sweetheart." Peter takes to holding your hand as he guides you through the ship, meeting the rest of his crew one by one. It's an interesting group on a near dysfunctional aircraft, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't see the appeal.

Eventually, Peter leads you to the cockpit. Your eyes widen as you step towards the control panel.

"You can actually fly this thing?" You ask in awe, with one hand still holding his and the other tracing over the dashboard. You don't need to look at him to hear the smugness in his voice,

"Yup. Pretty cool, right? We'd have to get a seat added for you if you stay with us long enough, but it shouldn't take long to install."

"And where would I sleep if I were to ditch my hotel like you mentioned?" Again, you're definitely not considering joining his crew. You just want out of that hotel and you have a healthy curiosity.

"Uh... There's always my room?" Your head jolts to Peter who's shooting you his best flirtatious grin. It's goofy.

You giggle, "Only if you're fine with sleeping on the floor." Truth be told, staying with him does sound a lot better than a dingy hotel with a lobby that serves alcohol at 9:00AM. But you're not the type to sleep with someone you've only just met, even if you really want to, and even if it's only in the literal sense. Besides, you like Peter, but it’s hard to know just how many cute girls received the same treatment before you.

"Fair enough," He sighs, "There's a spare bedroom that's all yours if you want it."

"I might just take you up on it. Did you know S.H.I.E.L.D isn't even covering my room costs? total bullshit." You tactically leave out that you can more than afford it and you just want to spend more time with him (and maybe Mantis, who seemed absolutely lovely).

"Sounds good, we'll both be here for a couple weeks anyway until we're given the go-ahead to... what was it? 'Fuck off and do space things?'"

"That's right."

"Right. So yeah, My ship is your ship or whatever. But not really." You giggle and note the possessiveness he has over the Milano, "Welcome aboard... Earth-Woman?"

"Absolutely not."

This time it's his turn to laugh, "The next one is gonna be killer though, Trust me."

You smile at him before gently squeezing his hand then letting go to fully face the cockpits windows. You can only imagine the stars and planets this ship has seen, captained by someone who, in your eyes, might be even prettier than the galaxy itself. Not that you'd ever say that to his face, of course.

***

As you tuck yourself into the spare bedroom you had to spend the day cleaning out (it was unknowingly used as a storage room for Rocket's stolen garbage), you notice that your typical sense of loneliness and dread is nowhere to be found. That homesickness you've been carrying for much longer than you'd left Earth has vanished completely, and you can't help but think it might have something to do with that handsome, snoring idiot who's in the room across from yours.

Notes: -2303 words

- please check out my ko-fi if u liked this! i’m a broke college student working full time, it’s hard to find the time to make these D:

-i'd love to make a sequel but its heavily dependent on how this first part performs! (that means you should like or reblog if u liked this ;)), without a part two this ones cute but on the underwhelming side imho -could be heavily out of character, I'm going almost exclusively off his voice lines in the game! feel free to shoot an ask recommending changes to the shot :) -nothing else to say, i love him so much <3

[sleepycreamcola]

Peter: How can we defeat him...

Y/N: I crush his skull and throw him into space

Peter: No

Y/N: You never let me have any fun 😒

Drax: You are soft Quill! Soft like a stupid little baby! A baby that wasn’t breastfed, because it’s mother didn’t love it!

Quill: Okay-

Drax: You are a malnourished child!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi!! I hope it’s ok to request something! I would love some soft and sweet Peter Quill x reader! Maybe first time, thigh riding, and praise kink? Feel free to add anything else! Thank u sm!!

hii angel!! I don’t really write quill much anymore and this was sent when my reqs were closed but I was nice and did it anyway, so it’s a little small. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 he’s so hot bye

MANSPREAD.

peter quill x fem!reader — smut

word count. 318

warnings. 18+ only. thigh riding. minors dni

Eventually, Peter had picked up on the interest you had taken to his thighs - all of your glances and touches finally connecting in his brain.

Quill was slumped back in an armchair, his legs wide, manspreading in that way he knew you always liked. And you're perched upon one of his thighs, pussy protected by the thin fabric of your underwear - the only thing between you and his jean-covered leg.

He has his hands on your waist, his forearms catching the hem of your baggy tee and revealing slithers of your tummy. His grip is loose, the palms resting on the curve as he waits for you to take lead - his hands only there for your stability.

"Just rock," he encourages, watching the uncertainty splay across your face. "Like you would if you're on top." His grasp trails lower, moving down to your hips to get a better hold. "Like that, honey," he nods, his grip helping you wind your hips. "That's it."

You wrap your hands around his wrists for support, fingers struggling to envelop the meat of them. You clumsily follow his movements, hips rocking in an unsteady rhythm. "It's not right," you faintly frown, struggling to hit the spot you need. "I can't feel it."

He readjusts his position, now sitting straight and getting closer to you. He wraps his arms around your lower back, encasing you in a light embrace as he helps you wind over his thigh. "Is that better?" he asks, peering up at you, his pretty hazels attentive as he watches your face.

You hum, closing your eyes as you nod, finally finding that sweet spot. "Yeah," you whine softly, draping your arms over his shoulders - keeping him there. 

He runs his hands down to your ass, palms flush with each cheek, fingers digging into the swell - guiding you with the rhythm. "Good, then don't stop."

[vampireimiko]

try hard

warnings, none 😼

note, i love star lord so much oh my god (JUST NOT WHEN HES DIVING ME WHEN IM ON HEALER😒)

Peter Quill was convinced—absolutely sure—that today was going to be the day he finally got through to you.

He’d pulled out every trick in the Star-Lord playbook: fresh cassette in the Walkman, new polish on the boots, and a triple-shot combo in the last skirmish that was definitely cool enough to impress anyone within a five-mile radius. Especially you.

But there you were, gently patting Doctor Strange’s shoulder, your healing aura glowing faintly as you fussed over a minor burn on his arm. “There. All set! Try not to throw yourself into an energy beam again, okay?”

Strange nodded, looking amused. “No promises.”

Peter stood nearby, leaning way too casually against a crate like he hadn’t deliberately walked over just to catch your eye. He cleared his throat and shot you what he thought was a charming grin. “Hey, Doc didn’t even flinch. Bet that means your healing hands are magic.”

You turned, beaming. “Oh! Thanks, Peter. You alright, though? Your pulse is spiking.”

“Wait—how do you even know that?”

“I can sense fluctuations in your energy field,” you explained cheerfully. “It’s kind of a healer thing.”

He blinked. “Okay. That’s… cool. Totally cool.” Beat. “So you noticed my energy, huh?”

“Of course! Yours is always a little jumpy after combat,” you said, tilting your head. “You sure you don’t have caffeine in your bloodstream?”

Peter sighed internally. Crushed by concern again. He tugged at his collar and tried to recover. “Listen, you saw that triple-blaster takedown earlier, right? Pretty slick. Not that I’m counting, but—”

“Oh yeah!” you said brightly. “Three targets in under ten seconds, right? I’m so glad you’re improving your form! Your elbow wasn’t flaring out this time!”

He stared. “That’s… not exactly the part I was proud of, but I’ll take it.”

“But hey I—I meant to say—hey, uh, want to grab a bite after debriefing? Not team-wide. Just us.”

You blinked. “Just us?”

He nodded, heart in his throat.

“Oh!” you said, lighting up. “Sure! I can grab your usual post-mission recovery smoothie—bananas and protein, right?”

Peter’s grin faltered just a little. “Uh. Yeah. That’s—great.”

As you turned away to clean up your medkit, Peter just stood there, looking stunned.

Mantis drifted past him, hands clasped, eyes wide with delight. “They still don’t know you’re flirting.”

“I KNOW, Mantis,” Peter groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “I’m dying here.”

She nodded sympathetically. “But your aura is very hopeful. So brave.”

Sometime later, you sat beside Peter in the common room, both of you sipping smoothies. Yours was something green and mysterious. His tasted like disappointment.

He glanced over, admiring the soft glow of your skin under the ship lights, how your smile was effortless, warm, and just for him—except not for him the way he wanted. Not yet.

“Hey,” he said suddenly. “Why’d you always go to Strange first, anyway?”

You looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“After fights. You always check on him first. You worried about him or something?”

You blinked, then smiled. “No, it’s just that his magical injuries are usually more unstable. I always know you’re okay, Peter. You’re strong, and your energy bounces back fast. I guess I trust you.”

His eyes widened. “Oh.”

A moment passed. Then you leaned a little closer, your tone genuinely curious.

“…Wait. Were you jealous?”

His jaw dropped. “What?! Me? Jealous of Strange? The magical super powerful wizard guy..? Pfft. No way. Why would I be—uh—yes. Yes, I was.”

You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand. “That’s kind of cute.”

Peter was frozen. “It… is?”

“Yeah.” You leaned back and looked at him with a soft smile. “You’ve been acting different lately. I just thought you were trying to boost morale.”

“I was trying to flirt.”

“…Oh.”

Another beat passed. Then you smiled wider. “You’re really bad at it.”

Peter groaned, but then you nudged his shoulder.

“But it’s working.”

That hopeful spark in his chest went full supernova. He’d replayed those words in his head so many times, he could’ve added them to his mixtape. And ever since then, his swagger had been functioning at double capacity—if he was obnoxiously flirty before, now he was downright performing.

And you? Still sunshine. Still the healing, sweet-hearted, heroic ray of light he was borderline obsessed with. Still completely unbothered by his antics.

That was, until today.

⸻

The mission had been quick and clean. He’d taken out two goons with a jet boost flip and a very handsome landing. You’d dropped in behind him shortly after, healing some minor scrapes and giving him a soft, “You’re getting good at that.”

He tried not to melt.

Later, while everyone regrouped, Peter leaned against the ship’s wall, watching you from the corner of his eye as you walked over with your medkit slung casually on your shoulder.

“Need a check-up, Captain?” you asked, voice light.

“Only if it comes with compliments,” he replied with a smirk. You laughed, then reached out to pretend-check his pulse. “Hmm. Slightly elevated. Probably because of the fight.”

“Or,” he said, voice dropping half a note, “because you’re touching me.”

You blinked, then smiled slowly.

“Oh, well in that case…” you leaned in, tone teasing, “maybe I should do something worse for your heart rate.”

Peter blinked. “What.”

You didn’t stop smiling. You just very gently poked the center of his chest, right where his heart would be, and said sweetly, “Boom.”

He short-circuited on the spot.

“I—uh—WHAT—”

You backed away, chuckling, while Peter remained frozen like a man who had just glimpsed divinity and was entirely unprepared.

additional note ! doom match star lords r so funny

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[marvelmcumania]

SPOTIFY?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Fem Reader

Summary: You introduce Peter to Spotify.

Note:Okay my first Peter Quill drabble? IDK I tried cute and all hehe and this not a promo for spotify English is not my first language Do not repost Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts

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You met Peter during his welcoming party from space it was weird cause his Grandpa said they had lost him since he was a child, but weirder word had left when an alien attack happened and he was a part of them.

"So you fought a purple giant alien?" you asked him warily, drinking your mimosas

"Yes, I was a part of it" You nod giving him a smile he has been so handsome from that day you two became great friends he shared with you about his time in space and why he was kidnapped.

"So your dad wanted you and he was a freaking planet?" Peter's story got weirder day by day you both were sitting in a cafe.

He nods gulping his coffee "You heard that right after my mom died" he pauses for a moment his face changing and you keep your hand on his "And then I ran away a spaceship came and took me the person who took me was a real father to me even though I screamed David Hasselhoff is my dad" he chuckles and then continues the story of how Yondu saved him from creepy ravagers to sacrificing himself and how his father was killer of his mom.

Much later he talked about the love of his life who was sacrificed for the soul stone when questioned about the stone he replied saying it was another long story and that the present one is dead but her old version is living which again was for another story.

After having more talks Peter and you started deciding on dating giving it a try since your shitty exes. Now you both were cuddling on the sofa scrolling through your phone and showing him the latest technology although he had used the advanced one that too in space.

"Hey hey wait what is that?"

"What?"

You swipe the phone"The green icon?" he says pointing towards it.

"Ah, this" you clicked on it "This is Spotify a music app" Peter's eyes widened looking at it.

"So we don't use those music players?" You shook your head smiling at him.

"No, but we can see the lyrics also you need to buy premium" He cocks his eyebrows at you "Yep they added weird features but hey the app is fun except for them stopping being greedy."

He nods taking the phone from you and you start teaching him how to use the app he is excited that now people have no worries about the wires sticking but the fun with it the old ones was different.

Taking your hand he puts on the music and then spends the day enjoying dance and music and soon finding love for each other

[spnjediavenger]

O-O-H, Child (Peter Quill x sister!reader)

Title: O-O-H, Child

Type: one-shot; Peter Quill x sister!reader, Avengers x teen!reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of loneliness, platonic sibling fluff, post-blip sadness, hurt/comfort/hurt

Spoilers: MAJOR INFINITY WAR/ENDGAME SPOILERS

Notes: just a short comfort thing. And although i love my matt murdock fics, it felt refreshing to write for a different fandom!

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Disclaimers: i do not own GotG, Avengers, their plots, or characters

Word count: 678

“I know we’ve gained a lot, but days like today just remind me of everything and everyone we’ve lost. There are those holes that I feel like nothing can ever fully fill and I hate it, Pete.”

If only Y/n had known then just how much she would lose later…

_____________________________________________________________

Y/n lay on one of the beds in the Avengers compound. She heard a scratching sound outside her room before her door opened. The girl didn’t bother turning around to greet her visitor. She never did anymore.

The bedding underneath her pulled a bit before the mattress dipped next to her. 

Rocket crossed his arms and looked down at the pathetic teenager below him. He loved the kid - don’t get him wrong, but he wasn’t great with the whole…feelings thing. And he was more the type to work through his pain than sit in it.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted. “‘Bout to head out again. You coming with?” He knew what the answer was going to be, but he was feeling nice enough to offer anyway.

Y/n silently shook her head, still not bothering to face her friend.

Rocket sighed and dropped his arms. He shook his head and turned to jump off her bed again, but he turned to look at Y/n again over his shoulder. “You know I’m not good with this crap…but you really should get out of this room, kid. I don’t know a lot about those guys out there but I can tell they already care about you…maybe try talking to someone…I’ll see you when I get back.” And with that, Rocket jumped off the teen’s bed and left her room, purposefully leaving the door open, hoping one of the others - the Avengers, would see Y/n moping and try to get through to her.

Y/n waited until Rocket’s paws were no longer heard and got up off the bed just long enough to shut her door then flopped onto her side again.

She picked at a loose string on her bed and thought back to things before the “blip.” She thought back to how her brother would usually comfort her in times like these. 

Y/n sobbed as Peter held her in a tight but comforting hug. He shushed her quietly and gave her a squeeze before gently directing her until she was laying on her side, her head resting in his lap. 

Peter put one hand on her shoulder, running his thumb back and forth over it and used the other to weave through her hair. He carded his fingers through the strands and pushed stray ones behind her ear. As Y/n’s sniffles and quiet sobs continued to fill the room, Peter started humming. His sister’s ears perked at the sound of a certain song from The Five Stairsteps. She couldn’t help the way the corner of her lips turned up ever so slightly despite her depressed state. 

The teen closed her eyes and sighed, relishing in the feeling of her brother playing with her hair, and the sweet sound of his voice filling the room. Her sobs ended and only the occasional sniffle remained. 

“Try and sleep, princess,” Peter whispered during a pause in the song, still running his fingers through her hair and rubbing her shoulder. “I’ll always be here.”

When he started to sing softly again, Y/n found her eyes sliding closed, her brother’s actions and love for her soothing her to sleep.

Y/n broke out of the flashback, tears painting silver trails down her cheeks, and clicked a button on the tech in her left hand. Soft blue light illuminated her face as a hologram played. She closed her eyes but listened as her brother’s voice sang.

“Ooh, child 

Things are gonna get easier

Ooh child

Things'll get brighter

Some day, yeah

We'll put it together and we'll get it undone

Some day

When your head is much lighter

Some day, yeah

We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

Some day

When the world is much brighter.”

[shyficwriter]

Temporary Home : Chapter 29

Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)

Summary: Pretty much all fluff and some mischief. The guys invite Reader to play a game, and they all just hang out and have drinks after.

Previous Chapter here | Next Chapter Here Or click here to: Start From Beginning

Author’s Note: Shorter chapter this time. Thank you to @allylin05 for the suggestion of the fluffy scene at the end (though it's been so long since you suggested it you probably forgot that you did- but I finally found a good place to add it in lol) For my records this chapter ends on day 88 of the Guardians living with reader. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3,288

A couple days had past since you begrudgingly granted Peter the title of "The Prank Master," and ever since he had become insufferable.

Every moment you that found the two of you alone he'd smirk and whisper "Prank Master!" before poking you and running off before you could smack him. And every moment you were in the same room, but weren't alone, he'd still give you a knowing grin, which you always returned with a roll of your eyes. Other times, if he needed to ask you something he'd stroll up and proclaim something like, "The Prank Master requests to know where he might find a pen!" (And then you'd un-enthusiastically point to the drawer beside him, because you knew that he knew where they were by now, and that he was just wanting any excuse he could get to rub it in your face that you had declared him "The Prank Master.")

At one point you did come very close to beating him over the head with the nearest chair, after maybe the 10th or 20th time of him calling himself the Prank Master, but lucky for him Mantis called you from the other room requesting help finding some paper.

Then one evening you mused to yourself as you lounged sideways in one of the armchairs with a book, having found a rare moment where the sitting room was empty; There was one benefit- just one- and that was that his annoyingness had helped take your mind off the tunnel situation, which was good considering you couldn't ask anyone about it.

Logic told you it must have been Fury, because it's always Fury, but Reason told you that idea made no sense. Firstly, he'd have to know about it. Secondly, even if he did, how would fixing it up benefit the assignment he tasked you with? Thirdly, assuming he knew about it- or found it when scoping out your place, and assuming it somehow would benefit you in keeping the Guardians here (though you could not for the life of you figure out how it might) -- then why wait so long to do it?

Realizing you were speculating too much again you shook the thought away and tried to lose yourself in your book, only to be rudely torn from it some minutes later when you felt a hand grab your ankle, quickly followed by someone sending ticklish charges through your nervous system as they began scratching at the bottom of your foot.

A shriek escapes your throat and you spasm in the chair, dropping your book to the floor. Said shriek turns to panicked laughter and you begin to kick at Peter, your annoying assailant, who laughs and drops your foot, ceasing his attack only moments after it began and saying, "We're bored."

"Clearly!" you scold, giving him an incredulous glare at how he chose to get your attention as you snatch up your book from the floor and pull your feet towards you and away from any possible re-attack. "And just what does that have to do with me?" You glance to see Drax and Kraglin standing behind him and feel your face grow warm as you realize that you had been so engrossed with your book that hadn't even noticed any of them walk in.

"Wanna play a game?"

Your eyes narrowed slightly. Obviously, you had doubts. "What game?" This better not be anything stupid, or anything at your expense. He was already on thin ice, but at least he hadn't come in touting his "Prank Master" nonsense.

"You laugh you lose."

Your eyes immediately narrow further and you glare at Peter, immediately assuming where this was going, and for good reason, but then Drax speaks up.

"Peter already made her laugh, does that mean the game is over?"

"No Drax, we ain't even started playing yet." Kraglin answers before turning to you and explaining, "We saw a guy playing it on the TV the other day. You watch a buncha these funny clips and whoever laughs loses."

Drax speaks up again, "And we just bet Peter that he could never win against you-"

"-On account he's a giggly little shit and you hardly laugh at anythin'." Kraglin finished, slightly smirking with an unsaid joke about how maybe he was wrong given just seconds ago Peter had made you immediately collapse into laughter. He grinned and nudged Peter, who frowned at him.

"I'm not a 'giggly little shit!'" Peter says exasperatedly, clear that he already had this debate with Kraglin before they came to find you.

You blink, then give a slightly annoyed frown, hiding your relief that your assumption of their game was wrong. "I do too laugh at stuff… not my fault if none of you are funny." You considered asking why they didn't ask Gamora or Yondu to play with them instead, as he probably wouldn't be able to win against them either, but then realized they likely had already turned them down if they had. Figuring maybe it would be fun to take him down a peg for all the "Prank Master" stuff you decide to play along. "And… you kinda are…" you tease Peter, grinning. It was kinda true, if he had a drink in him, but you felt like teasing him anyway.

"Then you're a stick in the mud." Peter countered. Then, with a mischievous smirk he adds, "Except for this-" he moves to tickle you again but you smack him away. He laughs in response, but he doesn't attempt again. "You going to play or not?"

You roll your eyes and stand. "Alright, I'll play- but only because I have nothing better to do right now." Not a total lie. Sure, you could be reading, but again- this was a surefire way to bring the "Prank Master" down a peg.

The four of you head to the couch, Drax sitting on one end and you at the other with Kraglin sitting between you and Peter.

Kraglin pulls up a YouTube video on the television screen titled "Try Not to Laugh Challenge". It was a compilation of different funny videos being reacted to by youtuber you recognized. Before beginning he stated that the compilation he was about to watch was "highly rated" on Reddit.

You considered telling the guys that you could probably find a compilation to watch on its own, but decided you didn't actually care enough to search one out when they already had this one up.

Drax was the first to break, letting out a loud booming laugh when a news anchor ran screaming for his life after a large chicken spooked him.

Peter tried to tease him for losing so early, but Drax merely frowned and stated that he didn't understand why one wouldn't want to laugh at something funny. You grin and shake your head at him, not surprised that he wouldn't have understood the game.

Kraglin lost next, to a clip where a man fell through the ceiling in a store, yet merely prompted a calm exchange of; "Hey Ron." "Hey Billy." pause "… that hurt."

Admittedly you found that one quite funny as well, but you kept it together, having barely cracked a smile the whole time. Hell, if they were going to accuse you of "Hardly laughing at anything" you might as well prove them right if for no other reason than making Peter lose his bet. And, as it'd turn out, that video didn't succeed in making you laugh at all, and since Peter also kept it together, you all opted to let the next video come through the autoplay.

It was from the same creator and title, only this seemed to be #14 in his series.

Peter cracked his knuckles and looked cockily at you as the movie began, to which you merely rolled your eyes. You could almost hear him telepathically telling you that he'd win because he was "The Prank Master," - even if that didn't make sense as a reason why he would win.

Neither of you laughed at the first few clips, although one of a dog letting out a terrible howl made Kraglin jump, which did make you crack a smile.

A clip of a huskie sneezing several times, only to "explode" on the last one nearly made Peter break, and Kraglin could be heard laughing beside you. Since loosing on the last video, Drax had been spending his time going between a thankfully lower volume of laughter and looks of confusion to clips he didn't understand the humor behind.

A clip came up of a cat getting bonked on the head with a bouncing ball, and a wide grin came over your face at the unexpected expression it made, but you pulled it together just as quickly by the next clip. Throughout the next several clips you managed a blank expression, much to Peter's annoyance, as he was having trouble not grinning.

This became worse for him when a clip of a young man asking for a Capri Sun got hit in the face with a full gallon jug (set inside the ATLA opening), and he had to choke back a laugh. And again when the video made a callback to this same clip later but set into a different context.

These seemed to open the floodgates because he then started having trouble holding back with every clip.

You smiled watching him try to pull himself together. It was clear he was falling victim to the whole 'Everything is funnier when you're not supposed to laugh' rule.

It wasn't until a clip where an Animaniac started to sing "The Nations of the World" and only got to "United States" before being cut off by Donald Glover firing a pistol and singing "This is America" did you finally have another reaction, nearly choking as you swallowed a laugh. The others didn't get the reference to Americans and their guns and so didn't find it nearly as funny as you, someone who had lived on Earth to understand various nations politics, but you knew there was bound to be a few clips like that that only you'd really understand. Hopefully there wouldn't be too many if you wanted to win.

You pulled it together in time for Peter to start losing again with a clip of a bouncy parrot and then a howly husky, but he got it together when audio referencing a movie he had never seen played over a Rabbi dunking a baby.

Unfortunately the YouTuber lost at that clip and the video ended, leaving both you and Peter once again undefeated.

Finding that this was actually fun you didn't mind when another video queued up. It was by the same creator as before, but this time #13 in the series.

Several clips go by and Peter is biting his lip not to laugh while you simply sit there unfazed. It wasn't until a clip came up of a sleeping man holding a woman's foot, fingers laced with her toes as if it were her hand, came up that you made any sound at all, but it was a gag of disgust rather than a laugh. Of course, Peter tried to accuse you of having laughed, but was quickly shut down by Kraglin.

The video continued, again with Peter being frustrated that you were watching with little emotion while he couldn't manage the same, seemingly proving his friends right.

Finally the clip that would make him lose came up. It was a deer that was squeaking quietly, which you weren't even aware they could do. You watched on in confusion, tilting your head to the side as it began to tilt it's own head back when the deer's sudden switch from squeak to awful howl/shriek made you jump in your seat.

It was your reaction that made Peter finally crack with a startled laugh rather than the clip itself, which of course made him contest his loss.

"Shit-! That doesn't count! I laughed at her- Not the-"

"Nah, Quill, y'all lost fair and square." Kraglin chuckled.

"But-"

"Kraglin's right. You laughed, so you lose." Drax said, backing Kraglin up.

Peter sighed in defeat. "Lame." He turned back to you. "Best two out of three?"

You rolled your eyes and grinned. "Sure. Why not."

Suddenly the TV screen went dark, causing Peter to throw up his hands and exclaim, "Really!?"

You were just as confused, but almost as soon as it had turned off, the screen turned back on again and out of the corner of your eye you just caught sight of Rocket in the hall through the doorway. It was clear the others hadn't noticed him, which is probably why he felt safe enough throwing you a quick smirk and a wink just before he scampered off.

However, when you turn your head back you see Peter glaring at you.

"Wha- Don't look at me!" you exclaim, holding up your hands, realizing that he was obviously going to accuse you of pranking him again.

Peter's glare morphs into an incredulous grin as he replies, "Really?? You're really going to pull this again and think it's gonna go any better for you than last time?!"

He starts to get up, presumably to lunge at you, when suddenly Kraglin puts his feet up on the coffee table, creating a makeshift barrier and causing Peter to pause his actions to give the former first mate a confused look.

"Now hold on a second there, Pete-" he reaches down beside himself. "You was sitting on the remote."

"What- but I-" Peter sputters, looking at the remote. Meanwhile, you realize you just caught an incredibly lucky break. Peter finally looks at you and mumbles an apology before tossing the remote onto the coffee table.

He wound up losing those two rounds as well and you grinned at his chagrin at having seemingly secured his status with the other two as a "giggly little shit."

After this you were in pretty good spirits, and offered the guys a drink to 'celebrate your victory.'

Ok, so maybe you were rubbing it in just a little.

Regardless, they accepted your offer and you all head to the kitchen, the guys grabbing some glasses while you pulled the whiskey from the fridge.

The rest of the Guardians were already in the kitchen so you offered them to join you, and they accepted.

You all sat around the table sipping whiskey- or in Mantis's case, whiskey mixed with soda- and in Groot's case just soda- and talking about random things.

Kraglin told a story of breaking up a past bar fight; Drax reminisced over a memory of starting a bar fight- and winning; and Mantis, not having a bar fight story, brought up how she saw a cute animal in a book the previous day- only to retrieve said book and show everyone a naked mole rat. This made the rest of you laugh in disbelief, though no one corrected her or called the animal ugly.

All in all, everything was pretty fun and chill. Everyone was chatting and getting along. So far no signs of any drunken bickering, despite the fact that Yondu was discussing an apparently embarrassing story about Peter to Gamora, which made Peter groan and cover his face once he realized trying to get the old man to shut up wasn't going to work. Groot was playing hide and seek with Rocket- using Drax's chair as a hiding spot- to which Rocket put on a show pretending he couldn't see him under there. Kraglin was just laughing at the scene, and Mantis was doing that strange thing she liked to do after a drink, which was going about and feeling the joy off of the others by placing her hand on theirs and "reading" them- or whatever it was she did.

This was nice, you thought- having people around. You could get used to this...

Except that you knew you couldn't. Not really. This was temporary and you knew th-

That thought was ripped from your mind almost as soon as it appeared when a ticklish feeling on the back of your neck drove out all other coherent thought.

"Hey!" you scold through giggles, scrunching your shoulders and twisting in your chair in an attempt to get away from your attacker, but to no avail.

"Just gettin' your attention!" Peter teased. "This is what you get for ignoring the Prank Master!" As he continued tickling at the back and sides of your neck he further teased, "Geeze, is there anywhere you're not ticklish?"

Still giggling, you twist to smack at Peter's hand away and scold him for being an insufferable brat. "What do you even want, you little pest?!" you ask as he continued to torment you, seemingly emboldened by the others' laughter at your reaction.

Before he could answer, Mantis attempted to touch the hand you were using to brace on the table, but you noticed and pulled away with a "Hey! We had a deal- no empath mojo without consent!" before finally managing to twist in a way that allowed you to grab Peter's hand and push it away.

Mantis just giggled an apology and moved on to do her empath thing to someone else, as your own laughter had taken most of the weight out of the scolding. Honestly you would later be grateful for this, as you would have felt bad had you made her sad when you knew she really meant no harm.

Kraglin snorted. "What? Worried she's gonna tell us that you don't actually hate this?" he teased, tweaking your ribs and making you jump with a squeak as he walked by to the pantry.

"Piss off-" you light-heartedly scold with a roll of your eyes. You might have swatted him if it wasn't for the fact that you were still wrestling with Peter to keep his hands to himself.

Now Yondu decided to chime into the teasing. "Aw, is someone's reputation for being a little grumpy ass being threatened?" he took another sip of his whiskey. "Wouldn't that be a shame- not like we don't already know yer a softy."

You shot him a look that was a mix of "What you on about?" and "Piss off" but unfortunately this made you let your guard down just long enough for Peter to break free and attack your stomach- a distraction you were oddly grateful for, considering that even if there was the tiniest chance that it might be true, you sure as hell weren't about to admit to it. That would be a type of vulnerability they couldn't torture out of you if they tried.

Doubling over in your chair with a laugh you manage to grab his hands and ask again, "What do you want?! You annoying shit!" This, again, was ladened with giggles, which again took all the bite out of your words. Just as well, seeing as you weren't actually angry at him- even if he was an annoying little shit.

"I... actually don't remember anymore-" Peter admitted with a grin, which caused the others to laugh and roll their eyes.

Also rolling your eyes you pinched his sides in retaliation, earning a giggly yelp from Peter before you stood up up and stated you were going to the Jacks then, seeing as whatever he had to say obviously hadn't been that important for him to remember.

He only uttered a mock-indignant "Hey!" as you made your escape, and by the time you came back everyone was already on a new topic of conversation, the previous shenanigans completely forgotten.

As you rejoined the group you couldn't help but think back to your previous thoughts. That all this- the comradery and tomfoolery- this was nice.

And you might as well try to enjoy it while it lasted.

[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.

[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.

[nix-fics]

Rockets Little Girl Masterlist

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

[calzone-d]

wowza

size kink, peter-esque dirty talk, reader is smaller than peter, dug this out of my drafts because. . . well duh feat. peter quill

peter’s a tease as he strokes himself all slow and smooth above you. hovering over your cunt, he’s hard and leaking and big, the cause of his teasing. like you haven’t done this before, he’s still fucked up over how you always take him so well, and he loves the visual that lies before what he loves most, the way he can see just how deep he goes.

“you see? can’t believe you take all of it,” he says, trailing his eyes up your body and finding his treasure in the glint in your eyes, the desperation that he gives into.

peter has a few favorites when he’s fucking you. he could list them all, if given the chance. one of them is the look on your face when he’s notching himself at your entrance, the beautifully vile look in your eyes that you only have just for him, just for now.

he slips in the slightest bit and you’re whining for him already, watching his face contort and twist up the farther he slides into you.

“baby, you’re-” peter attempts to say, but all trains of thought are derailed as he bottoms out and your warmth hugs every inch of his cock. you’re singing in his ear, crooning for him, and he can’t do anything but fuck you.

so that’s what he does.

pulling back, he readies himself to slide deep again. reveling in the pretty sound he draws from you, he pushes back in and your gasp has him chasing your pleasure. peter wants to hear you sing for him. you’re so tight around him, and you’re gripping onto his arm and trying your best to grapple at his back to ground yourself against the pounding of his cock inside you, but it’s no use. not with how peter fucks.

“you’re so— god, i don’t even know how you could be so perfect,” he rambles. casting his eyes down between the two of you, he’s met with a sight that sends him reeling. “god, and you’re taking it so good, don’t even know how you do it, but you do. god, you do. my star girl takes it all.”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

YO YO YO BBG AAA🗣️🗣️ its been a minute how have u been ? 🫶 i have once again another peter quill req for you bc my gotg phase seems to never end (which is a good thing LMFAO)

idk if u already done this but what abt peter dancing w reader? like gurgrhrh that scene w him and gamora in gotg2 but we put gamora to the side and insert the reader in that (i gotta do what i gotta do for the peter girlies, asking for them totally !)

i feel like thats be soso cute like little banter, soft touches, lotta fluff, lotta music (lmao) and yeah!

hope u can do this soon! have a great week/end !

-🪐

AAHHH BBG HI!! ive been doing well, hope you have been too!! yeah for the other girlies, so selfless of you😏 super super cute!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

I think about him literally all the time, im not doing okay

STARS.

peter quill x reader (gn) — fluff

word count. 222 (sorry it’s small)

You're standing out on your balcony - watching the sky, when you hear the door slide open, Peter making his way through the glass. You turn to look at him, smiling softly at him as he steps closer. 

"It's pretty out here, huh?" he says, words quiet as he gazes up at the night sky. They were the same stars he's looked at most of his life, only now they're back in the perspective of Earth.

You hum, resting your head on his shoulder when he goes to stand beside you. You reach an arm around his back, hugging into him from the side - his own resting atop your shoulder, keeping you to him. 

He slips his other hand into his pocket, pulling out his Zune to connect to the surround sound speakers he installed - clicking on one of your shared playlists. He turns the volume down slightly and turns down to meet your eyes already on him.

"Dance with me?" he asks, parting from your side, slipping a hand into yours. 

You hesitate for a moment before finally agreeing - moving from your spot against the railing and into Peter's front. You rest your other arm over his shoulder while he places his other on the small of your back, guiding you with subtle sways to the slow music.