#starlord x you

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

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

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

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

~Bear🐻

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

storage room rendezvous

Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 1.3k

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content minors dni

masterlist + rules

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am Groot."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?" he softy whispers, entertaining you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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!

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

hi can u do peter quill x gn reader where the crew walks in on them two either like making out or something (if ur comfy with that if not feel free to ignore!!)

YES. I’ve seen a lot of these and sorry this took long❤️

Also I do tend to lean on more dom reader side so yuh

Peter Quill x GN! Reader

Warnings : suggestive actions, making out grinding etc.

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“fuck,” you had pushed Peter down onto his bed, he laid sprawled out with no shirt and just pants on. Extremely tight pants. You griped your own shirt and lifted it over your head, throwing it somewhere in his room.

You crawled atop of him and glided your chests together. The aching contact of skin on skin for weeks had finally come.

Peter whimpers in your ear as trail your bites and nics down from his ear to his neck. You grip onto the back of his thigh while grinding hard into him.

Peter throws his head back, which gives you more access to marking him. You lick up his neck smirking to yourself. Peter moved his hand to the crook of your neck, pulling you away from his abused and bruised neck, making you look into his eyes.

He smiles and pulls you in to a kiss. Your bodies collided along with your lips. The heat growing more and more in Quills room.

It had been an agonizing week of nonstop working around knowhere. You guys had barely gotten alone time and this was finally your alone time. You both had done everything needed (hopefully) for everyone settling in, and could blow off that stress. (Almost quite literally)

Your guys’ body ached for each other. Not having been touched in the slightest had made you feel so sensitive to it.

Yearning for the pleasure you both ached for, Peter grounded harder into you causing you both to moan, feeling the heat of each others breaths. You grabbed onto his hips allowing him to rock against your thigh slowly. His legs almost wrapping around your waist.

Peter had one grip on your locks, and one on your bicep. You looked down with hooded eyes as his face contorted into pleasure, craning his neck back, mouth agape.

Leaning back down, you went to his ear nipping and biting and soon going to his sweet spot under his ear. Peter moaned louder, the feeling of you marking him and pelvis to pelvis had never felt better.

Whispering sweet praises, you release the side of his hip and grab onto his neck, putting slight pressure making him whimper. You’re thumb move to under this chin and make him crane his neck even more.

“Such a pretty boy,” you mutter into his neck and his back arches. You trail the hand down his chest, grazing his soft but hairy chest. The pads of your fingertips graze his harden nipple and you play with it as you bring him into another kiss.

Catching him off guard while playing with his sensitive nipple, your tongue slips through, passionately adding to the kiss.

Slowly but surely, almost hovering, feather light scratching, your nails run down his abdomen.

“Such a good boy,” you say as you look into his clouded eyes.

Unbuckling his belt, you slip your fingers right under the waist band. Trailing your pads and feeling his well trimmed happy trial, you continue to tease.

Reaching down farther you graze his tip and-

*SLAM BANG*

“QUILL, MANTIS KEEPS USING HER-”

You both stare wide eyed. It was a sight to be seen. Your hand halfway down peters pants, both of your guys shirts off, etc.

“Uhm,” you went to say something to drax but struggled.

Drax stood there and did nothing. To confused and traumatized. Honestly, thank god it was only Drax and not anyone-

“PETER. Do not listen to Drax he’s just-”

Mantis came barging in and had pushed Drax out of the way before looking up and freezing. Her jaw dropped and her already big eyes grew wider.

Before anything else happened, Nebula pushed both of them and screamed. “Will you both shut the-” Frozen as well.

Everyone was quiet. Unsure what the hell to do.

Peter suddenly irked, “well get out! What is with you people and just standing there?!”

They all scattered and Nebula was now pushing both of them out the door, including forgetting to close it.

“Close the fucking door!”

[bruisedboys]

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

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

peter quill x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

Peter raises his eyebrows. “Nothing?”

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

“I—um…”

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

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

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

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

You’ll get him back somehow.

[fooled-around-and-fell]

A Call Home

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

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Peter Quill x female reader

Tag: @nix-rose-q

Warning: kissing, cursing

Masterlist

Peter did stay in touch. For a while.

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

Once every two weeks.

Once a month.

Then he didn't call back.

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

One year later... radio silence.

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

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

"There you are."

You heard Rocket on the rooftop where you were sitting.

"Mind if I join you?"

"By all means."

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

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

"Are you alright?"

"Fine, Rocket."

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

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

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

You glanced at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But you need to go back out there."

Peter looked surprised. "How did you know?"

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

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

"Now why would you do that?"

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

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

"So you don't need me here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n??" Peter yelled.

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

"Fuck!"

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

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

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

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

"Then give me a gun!"

--

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

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

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

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

You sighed.

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

Ignored.

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

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

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

Deep breaths.

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

"I knew- I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pete-"

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

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

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

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

"Milano?"

"Yeah."

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

.

.

.

a/n: I'm so thirsty.

[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.

[cxsmicbaby]

this is the day

pairing : peter quill x reader

warnings : alcohol use; angst with a happy ending :p

word count : 4.7k

a/n : inspired by this is the day by the the. i love this actually. something cute :)

peter’s forgotten how to have fun. you help him remember, and suddenly he is reminded of things he pushed down a long, long time ago.

                        ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

Peter is starting to really hate space. 

He’s spent his whole life out there; once, a ravager, then a lone ranger, and now in apart of a team of his own. He used to sit by the windows on Yondu’s ship and watch as the stars slowly passed them by, twinkling; he would think about how once, they had been more like drawings on the sky than real things, and now, they were places he could go. It was like magic. 

It’s all grown pretty stale, if he’s being honest. Which is why he really enjoys just staying put on Knowhere, drinking until his vision goes blurry. Listening to his music and ignoring all his problems. Letting the rest of them carry the heavy weight, because Peter tried, and he couldn’t handle it. He hasn’t been out in his ship in months. Sometimes he misses it, but then he remembers that it’s the feeling he’s missing, not the actual act. There’s no way to get that feeling back. 

You seem to think different. You, with your inability to accept defeat, and your voice so loud he can hear it even when his music is on full volume. You’re outside the bar, engaged in some sort of argument with who-knows-who, and it sounds like you’re losing. Peter isn’t drunk enough to not be able to stand just yet, and his curiosity gets the better of him, so he turns his music down and tries to listen for what you’re saying. 

“—acting like a dick, Rocket. He hasn’t left that place all day, and he’s been doing this for weeks. I’m sure the seat has his ass imprinted into it.” 

“He’s grieving. I think we should just let him be, you know? Let him get through it.” 

“Everyone is grieving! You don’t see anyone else drinking themselves to death.” 

Rocket doesn’t seem to have a retort to that. Peter thinks that maybe he should be hurt by the way you’re talking about him, but he knows you’re right. You usually are.

“All he needs is to be reminded of who he is. Reminded of why he does this in the first place, you know. Of why it’s fun to be alive.” 

“Okay, and how would we do that? We can’t even get him out of those clothes. He’s been wearing them for two days straight.” 

Peter looks down at himself. He has been wearing these clothes for two days, hasn’t he? That’s gross, he thinks. He almost smells himself before he decides against it. 

He’s so distracted by the idea of his own stench that he doesn’t notice the voices have stopped, and suddenly the door swings open, sending him tumbling backwards. Peter falls on his ass, but scrambles to stand, very conscious of how disgusting everyone must think he is after overhearing such a sobering conversation. 

You stare down at him, your mouth spread into a wide grin. You offer him a hand, which is not what he was expecting, but he takes it anyway. 

“Go take a shower, Pete! We’re going on an adventure.” You pull him to his feet. 

“What?” Peter says, and his eyebrows furrow a little at how dumbstruck he sounds. Maybe it’s the liquor. He did have a good amount before your screaming disrupted him. 

“I said, we’re going out. We’re gonna have some fun, like old times.” You’re not asking him, you’re telling him, and even if he’s slightly drunk Peter knows better than to outright say no to you. He’s known you a bit longer than the rest, as he met you about a year before the whole Ronan thing. You worked together on and off, and he got to know you and your quirks—he was a different guy back then, though. He’s honestly not sure why you kept talking to him, because sometimes he thinks about the vulgar things he used to say to you and shivers in disgust. Even worse, the things he used to think about you. If he had voiced any of those thoughts he probably wouldn’t be alive right now. 

“Man, I’m tired. Can’t we go another time?” he tries, attempting to let you down easy. Your smile doesn’t falter, and you slap your hand on his shoulder, probably a little harder than you meant to. 

“Nope! We’re going now, today. Go home, I’ll pick you up in an hour.” The rest of the sentence goes unspoken—if you aren’t ready when I come, I will kick you in the nuts until they both explode. Peter hears it, though, despite your warm grin. You’ve always had a very pretty, innocent smile, which doesn’t really match your personality. He finds it slightly off-putting. 

Peter takes his time walking home, finishing the bottle of liquor on his way there. His tolerance has gotten infuriatingly high due to his overconsumption these past weeks, but it’s still worth a try. Maybe if you show up and he’s too drunk, you won’t make him go. You’ll certainly be disappointed, but he’ll still be able to stay in. 

No, that’s not really worth it. Peter really hates disappointing you. It’s different than when you’re mad, because when you’re mad at least Peter knows he is going to either be hit or berated, and that’s always over soon enough. But when you’re disappointed, it lasts. And you’re sad. He’d rather you be mad at him than sad because of something he’s done. 

It occurs to him; you’ve probably been saddened, seeing him like this. And that’s what motivates him to actually shower for the first time in who knows how long, and to put on an outfit that doesn’t stink, and to wait patiently for you by his door. He closes his eyes and tries to get a moment of sleep, but soon he hears those tell-tale knocks and he stands with a sigh, opening it to see you standing there. You look excited. 

“Wow, you actually did it! I’m so proud,” you exclaim, and though he’s sure you’re being sarcastic, Peter feels himself smile a little. He bites it back and pushes gently past you. 

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just go. Wherever it is we’re going.” 

Peter lets you drive, because he doesn’t feel like it, and he also doesn’t think it’s a great idea to steer a spaceship while... impaired. When the ship leaves the planet’s atmosphere, he feels himself jolt up a bit, unfamiliar with the feeling after spending so long on the ground. The blue sky fades into darkness, littered with stars. He should think it’s beautiful, but all he can think about is how many horrible things have happened to him out here. How many horrible things he’s done. 

“You’re gonna love this, I promise. Total blast from the past,” you reassure, noticing how his face has fallen ever so slightly. Peter ignores you and sighs instead, reaching into his pocket to slide a cassette tape into the stereo. At least if he’s forced to be out here, he can have his music. 

He’s not prepared to hear what plays. It’s a classic, for sure. It’s a great song. But he can’t hear without thinking about her, and that’s really not what he wants to be doing right now. He still remember exactly what Gamora looked like, staring up at him with glittering eyes, hearing this song for the first time. He was the one who introduced her to music. That’s basically a soul bond. The thought makes him slump into his seat. 

“This is a good one,” you say, swaying from side to side to the melody, oblivious to Peter’s grief. “A little slow, though. You should change it to something more upbeat.” 

“Yeah,” Peter whispers, and you turn to him with slightly worried eyes. But he changes the song without saying anything else, and the rest of the ride you both stay quiet. 

Peter closes his eyes about halfway through, and when he opens them up again you’ve landed somewhere he recognizes. Of course, he thinks, of course you would bring him here. This is definitely a blast from the past, you got that right. 

“Come on, let’s go! It’s about to be prime-time, so there’s probably a happy hour deal somewhere.” You’re already up, putting on a brown leather jacket and walking toward the ship’s door, where a platform is lowering toward the ground. Peter doesn’t know how he feels about being here. Sure, he has a lot of great memories about this place. Most with you, if not all. But something about it makes him feel old and decaying, like those good days are the best he will ever have, and from there it’ll just continue going down. 

“Alright, alright. But I don’t wanna stay out for that long.” Peter groans as he stands, stretching for a moment before he follows after you. You seem very happy, or at least, you’re trying to be. For him. That’s the only reason he’s still here, honestly. He knows you just want to make him happy. 

The two of you walk out of the ship and down the bustling street, which is already pretty packed. Girls with antennae and guys with gills flirt on the corners, blobs that are vaguely person-shaped slide down the sidewalk in groups, making weird noises that someone smarter than him might be able to discern as speech. This place is just as strange and slightly decrepit as before. 

“What do you say, should we just hit up Blue Diamond? I’m sure it’s still open,” you offer, an odd sort of pep in your step. You’re not usually this bubbly. Peter sort of enjoys it. 

“I guess, yeah. I’ll just go wherever you wanna go.” 

You sigh, and pause for a moment, turning to face him. Your hands fall on his shoulders and you look up at him, trying to stare into his eyes hard enough that he’ll really hear you. 

“If you act miserable, you’re gonna be miserable. Try not to be such a downer, okay? Try to have some fun, even if it’s only for right now.” You’ve not been so sincere with him in a long time, and it’s a bit startling. Your eyebrows are raised and you look a little vulnerable, and Peter is starting to feel very, very badly about the way he’s been treating you recently. So, he manages a smile. 

“Alright, well since this night is for me, I should get to pick where we go.” His smile grows a little, because yours does too. 

“Makes sense to me. Lead the way!” 

Peter ends up taking you to Blue Diamond, mostly because he remembers they have a drink there that is strong, and still tasty. Plus, if the same bartender is still working there, he might be able to charm his way into a free drink. She always had a thing for him, you could both tell. You used to laugh about the way she made goggly eyes at Peter when he wasn’t looking. 

It’s not the same bartender. It’s actually this weirdly handsome guy who is built like Drax if Drax was a little less bulky. Peter told him once that he needed to get rid of his no-neck, but then Drax told him he needed to get rid of his beer belly, so he stopped. 

“It hasn’t changed at all, has it?” you say, standing by his side. You’re right, it hasn’t. Same dim blue lighting, same metal barstools, same ratty old booths. Except, now they have table where people are playing something akin to beer pong, but instead of their hands they’re using these weird, mini tennis rackets. Strange, but Peter’s seen much stranger. Actually, it looks kinda fun. 

You start for the bar before he does, strolling past a photo of the bar’s owner on the wall. He must’ve passed, Peter thinks, and that gives him that same sort of painful, existential feeling. He can remember talking to the guy like it was yesterday, and now he’s just gone. He wonders if he felt fulfilled when he died. 

Peter takes a seat next to you at the bar, and you wave the bartender down, ordering two drinks that he doesn’t catch the name of. The bartender eyes you in a way that Peter doesn’t really like. It reminds him a lot of the way he used to stare at you when you would go here together, and that makes him feel gross, because if the bartender is thinking the same things he had been in those moments, he probably deserves a slap across the face. 

You did slap him across the face, once. Peter remembers exactly what it was about, but neither of you have ever brought it up again, so he chooses to pretend it didn’t happen. 

“So, what about this is going to suddenly make me realize that life is fun?” Peter starts, swiveling in his seat so that his body faces yours. You roll your eyes, as this confirms for you that he was listening to your conversation with Rocket. 

“I just. I wanna remind you of what it feels like to be happy, you know? You deserve it, Pete. I’m serious.” 

He did not expect that answer. “Why are you being so... sweet, lately? You’re being very nice to me and it makes me think you’re up to something.” 

You laugh a little, and Peter realizes how long it’s been since he’s heard that; your giggle, which is probably the most perfect-sitcom laugh he’s ever heard in his life. You gaze at his face for a moment before you shrug, and pin your attention somewhere else before you bring your eyes back. There’s something else there now, something realer than before. 

“I don’t know. I care about you, a lot. And it feels like you’re letting everything suffocate you. Whatever happened to the Peter that fought back?” You shove him playfully, and he smiles a little sadly at your words. “The Peter that didn’t let anyone tell him that he wasn’t worth it. That was you, it still is. But now it’s you telling yourself that you can’t do it. So I just thought maybe it would help if someone told you that you can.” 

Peter doesn’t know what to say. He feels like he might cry, so instead of steeping in the moment he turns back to the bar and sees the guy coming back with your drinks. Perfect goddamn timing. 

He downs the first one mere seconds after it’s placed in front of him. The drunkenness he had experienced before you left had turned to lethargy, but now it’s back with a vengeance. The alcohol is quickly in his veins, making him warm, his cheeks a little red. He takes off his coat and drapes it over the back o the stool. If he’s gonna be there, he might as well try to get into it. 

Peter orders another once you’ve finished yours, which is not too far after him. You’ve always been a bit of a heavyweight, so you seem mostly sober, but that’ll change quickly. After two more, you’re giggling and leaning on his shoulder, your cheeks tinted pink and your words loose and stumbling together. 

“Remember that time we ran into that weird guy here? The one with the horns?” you say, through bouts of laughter. Peter looks down at you and he smiles. He does remember. 

“Yeah, I remember how I had to beat his ass. That guy was a fuckin’ pervert.” 

You giggle again, hiding your face in his side. Without thinking, Peter wraps his arm around you, and his hand is flat against the curve of your back. Your skin is warm. 

“I always thought that was so cute, how you fought for me. So chivalrous,” you confess, your words slightly muffled by his shirt. Peter feels an oddly familiar feeling rise from his stomach to his chest before he swallows it down with a laugh. 

“I’ve always been a gentleman, what can I say?” Peter knows that is so false, and so do you, because you shoot up laughing so hard he’s sure tears will spring from your eyes any moment now. You’ve always been so pretty when you laugh, not for any really specific reason, but mostly just because he likes it when you’re yourself. You put up this really tough front a lot, but Peter likes to think he knows you better than anyone. That’s not who you really are. This is who you really are. 

“Don’t talk nonsense, Pete. I haven’t forgotten that night.” 

And just like that, the entire illusion comes crashing down, and Peter feels the warmth in his chest rise to his cheeks and ears. He’s sure they’re bright red, and this is confirmed when you gently take the edge of one between your fingertips, giggling and teasing him about how embarrassed he’s gotten. He grumbles, pushing your hand away. Your touch sends goosebumps down his neck.

“Come on, don’t bring that up. You know I hate myself for that.” Peter shakes his head and finishes off the remnants of his third drink. It goes down easy and he decides he should probably take a break before ordering another. 

You lean your elbow on the bar, your cheek in the palm of your hand. You study him with soft, playful eyes, your smile nostalgic, as if you’re remembering something fondly. Peter thinks you must not be talking about the same thing, because if you were, you wouldn’t be thinking of anything fondly. He can still feel the sting of your hand on his cheek. It ached for a day afterward, and he felt so guilty that he didn’t even ice it. He wanted to feel the pain, a reminder that he should never ever even think about doing something like that again. 

And then you speak. “I wasn’t really that mad at you, you know.” 

Peter’s mouth parts in surprise. “What?! You fucking backhanded me, man. And I totally deserved it, I’m not complaining, I’m just—what?” 

You inhale deeply, and turn away from him, toward the bartender, who has been checking you out even less shamefully since you’ve shed your jacket. You order another drink, which Peter thinks is not a great idea, but who is he to tell you to stop? He’s been doing the same thing for weeks, and he didn’t listen to anyone. It’s not really his place. He only wonders why your reaction to his outburst was more drinks, and not to explain. It makes him feel like there is something you don’t want to tell him. 

“I mean, I wasn’t mad for the reason you thought I was. And you’re right, you definitely did deserve that. Even if I felt a little bad about it after,” you finally say, facing him once more. The lighting washes you in blue and makes Peter think of a siren, calling him to his demise from the ocean. He leans closer. 

“What... what do you mean?” he asks, timidly. Peter is still very much drunk and he’s struggling to focus. Your eyes get brighter the closer he gets. Your skin looks very soft and he notices a necklace he didn’t before. Mantis must’ve brought it for you on her latest escapade. It’s beautiful.

You stare back at him, and suddenly you giggle softly. “It’s nothing. Just forget it.” 

Peter doesn’t want to forget it. But he knows you, and he knows that pushing you too far always results in you pushing back. 

The two of you drink, and drink, and drink a little more. You play that weird tennis-beer-pong game and he wins, but not by much. A song you really like comes on and you dance. He watches you from a booth, oddly entranced, before you force him up. You dance awkwardly together around the room, jumping and shimmying, probably off tempo. Peter doesn’t realize it until it’s time to leave, but he hasn’t felt that strange painful nostalgia in at least two hours. That’s a new record. 

“Let’s not go back just yet,” you say, your eyes lidded and your words slurring ever so slightly. “I needa walk some of this off before I get back behind the wheel.” 

The wheel? That’s not happening. “Nah, we should just sleep on the ship here, and go back tomorrow. I don’t wanna die yet.” 

You laugh, and lean into him, interlocking your arms as you start to walk. Your head is heavy on his shoulder, and he keeps tripping over your feet, but he wouldn’t dare ask you to move. He doesn’t want you to. He thinks about how good it feels to be close to someone, and realizes that he missed that, probably most of all.  

“Peter,” you start, your voice slightly breathy. You must be very tired. It’s later than he expected to it be and he knows you haven’t drunken like that in a while. Peter likes the way you say his name. “I missed you so much.” 

Your words make his heart break. “I know. I missed me too.” 

Quiet. The street is nowhere near as bustling anymore; just a few losers sitting passed out on the ground, a group of drunk younger people skipping down the street, a homeless woman petting a stray dog. Peter can hear the sound of his own breathing, steady and slow. Relaxed. 

“You didn’t miss me?” Peter can tell you’re teasing, but he can also sense a hint of truth behind your words. His chest aches. 

“Of course I did. Of course.” His voice is soft and quiet. 

Silence, again. Then, your hand slowly slithers down his arm, and you timidly lace your fingers with his. Peter squeezes. Your hand is cold, despite the rest of your body running hot with liquor. 

“Peter?” you say yet again, lifting your head so that you can look at him. Your smile is gone, and your eyebrows are slightly upturned. You look so vulnerable, and again it makes his stomach turn. He wants to hold you in his arms and tell you over and over that he’s sorry, he’s sorry for things he’s done to you, things he hasn’t done, for the way he’s treated you. 

“Yeah?” he whispers, instead. 

“I wasn’t mad at you because you kissed me. I was mad because I knew you didn’t mean it. Not in the way I wanted you to, anyhow.”

Peter feels like his organs have turned inside out. 

His hand goes limp in yours and you take that as a sign that he doesn’t want to hold it anymore, so you let go, your arm falling to your side in defeat. You turn away, and you cross your arms over your chest, almost hugging yourself. You’re always protecting yourself from being hurt, physically, emotionally—he hates that it’s him you are hiding from, this time. 

But despite all that, Peter stays silent. He doesn’t know what to say. All the repressed feelings he has for you suddenly threaten to swim up to his throat and he massages his chest, trying to keep them down. You take a deep breath and it sounds watery. You’re still walking, but you’ve slowed just the slightest bit. He slows to be next to you. 

“Hey,” he finally says, craning his head, trying to catch your face. Peter swears he can see tears and his hands start to shake. “Hey, look at me. Please.” 

You sniffle, and stop walking. You’re clutching yourself really tight, like you’re trying to hold yourself together. Peter’s never seen you like this, and it fills him with this heavy shame; it’s him, that’s made you this way. Him that has reduced you to this. Never in his life has he ever wished anything but good things for you, but here he is, something bad. Something that hurts. 

But you look at him. You’re crying, but you still look at him. 

You stare at each other in silence for a few moments before you scoff, and avert eye contact. “Well? Say something. Don’t just gawk at me like I’m a zoo attraction.” 

Peter swallows hard. “I... I did mean it.”

Something heavy hangs in the air, like the sky right before downpour. You look into his eyes again and your eyebrows suddenly furrow. 

“Oh, fuck you, Peter!” Your sudden volume makes Peter flinch, but you keep going. “You are such an asshole. You strung me along for so long. Giving me hope that maybe you felt the same, just to turn around and flaunt another one of your conquests in my face. If you really mean it, you didn’t do a good job of showing that.” 

You’re crying hard now, unable to make it through your words without pausing for a small sob. The sight makes Peter reach out for you involuntarily, and he feels his face fall when you recoil from his touch, staring at him like he’s the worst thing to ever happen to you, like he’s the bane of your existence. But then that fades away and you’re just sad, and you’re suddenly looking at him like you love him, and you’d do anything for him, and Peter wants to cry too. 

“I swear, I didn’t know,” Peter tries, his voice still quiet. He swallows a tremor. “I thought... I didn’t think you’d ever feel that way. About me.” 

You try to glare at him, but your eyes are glistening in the streetlamp’s glow and you look like a fucking angel. 

Peter takes a step forward. “I felt that way about you. I... I feel that way about you. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” 

You don’t move away, but you don’t say anything. You’re still hugging yourself, trying to fold away from his gaze. Peter feels fear bubbling in his chest the longer you remain silent and he can no longer fight the tears that are prickling at the corners of his eyes. 

“Please, say something,” he begs, close enough now to touch you. “Please. I can’t... I can’t lose you too.” Peter’s voice cracks and he reaches up slowly to put his arms on yours, trying to drag them from their positions clutching your sides. You let him, and he lets out a small sigh of relief. He holds your hands in his, which are trembling ever so slightly. 

Maybe it’s the alcohol that’s still in him, but he swears he can see you about to smile. And then it becomes real, and a soft, beautiful smile spreads across your face, and it’s like the sun is rising. 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Peter says, before he can stop himself. And just like that, your lips are on his, your hands on his face, holding it gently between your palms. Peter blinks once, unsure this is really happening, before he feels himself melting from the inside out. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, kissing you like they do in those old films, passionate and loving, like it’s the last thing he’s ever gonna do that matters. 

It’s you that pulls away, even though Peter chases after you. You’re still crying, but you’re also still smiling. Peter thinks that he would kill someone just to see you smile like this. 

“Let’s keep walking. The night is still pretty young,” you finally say, quiet, like you’re telling him a secret. Peter watches your face for a moment before he mirrors your grin, and wraps his arm tight around your shoulder. You’re right, the night is young. And he has a lot of lost time to make up for, a lot of things to say and do that he has wanted to for so long, and now he finally can. 

You walk together, still tripping over one another, still giggling like drunken idiots. And when you reach the ship, you stumble inside, and collapse onto the floor with a heavy, tired sigh. Peter lies down next to you and you cuddle into his side. 

“Did it work?” 

Peter hums, unsure what you mean, but then he remembers. He strokes your head and closes his eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the liquor beginning to creep up on him.

“I think so.”

You rest your hand on his chest. “You’re worth it, Pete. You are.” 

And though someone can say something like that and you can not believe it, Peter believes it, for the first time in so long. He is worth it. Maybe not worth you, just yet. But he can fight for that, he can learn. He can be the person that you deserve. He will be. 

That night, Peter dreams of the stars. 

[mushrubes]

Life saver

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist |

Requested : no

prompt 3. “Feeling better?” “It feels like I’ve been slapped but on the inside.” “So…no?”

Pairing : Peter Quill x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 376

Warnings : Slight gotg 3 spoilers!!

Have a great day !! <3

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"I did it last time." Rocket huffed, following behind you and Nebula as you all made your way towards the building. "I had to carry him to bed." Nebula bit back, making you zone out as the pair bickered over whose turn it was to talk to Peter. "Will you both just stop arguing?!" you groaned as you made your way upstairs, turning to face them. "I'll talk to him, just stop arguing we have enough going on." you sighed, heading inside.

Carefully, you looked around, eyes settling on his sleeping figure curled up in bed still. You turned on one of the side lamps before kneeling at his bed and gently shaking the man. "Pete, come on." you called softly, seeing him fidget slightly but not wake up, nestling his head back on the pillow. He looked peaceful, probably the most he had done for a while. You ran a hand through his messy curls as you admired his face. Shaking him again, you got a groan from him as he stretched out.

"Morning Quill." you grinned, watching as he rubbed his eyes before stretching out, his shirt riding up slightly. "Feeling better?" you teased, knowing the answer that was following considering how much he had drank last night. It wasn't the first time you'd caught him drinking a lot to the point he was almost drunk but he was with Drax this time, who could drink quite a lot more than him, and by what you walked in on and the amount of bottles laying around that Rocket had seen when he had gone to get his drink, the usual 'contest' had happened.

"It feels like I've been slapped on the inside." he winced, earning a snort from you as he smiled weakly. "So...no?" you got out after laughing, helping him sit up as he hummed in agreement. He watched as you walked to the fridge in the corner, pulling out a water bottle and opening a box of pills you had, holding your hands out for him to take both. "Should make you feel better." you comforted, nodding as he took them both, taking the pills before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

"You're a life saver."

[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.

[captaincoldzero]

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

Fandom: Marvel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter pulled me by my elbow to pull me away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

― Rocket can fly.

I looked offended at Peter causing him to laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

― What did you do? ― Gamora asked irritably.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I approached looking at the Egg along with him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter and I looked away with a little embarrassment.

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

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

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

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

[yanderemcu]

Yandere Peter Quill Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Very touchy and romantic

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Yelling,silent treatment, holding,force feeding, isolation, wraps around you

D=Desire (How long until they take you)

3 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominate)

Same level as you

F=Future (What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married have a few kids

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Clothes,jewelry, songs, headphones, food,sweets,stuff animals

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

7/10

J=Jealous (How easily do they get jealous)

Drags you away

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Quick and swift

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation (What could you do to get your way)

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names (What do they call you)

Princess,Love,my love,sweetheart, sweetie,darling,babe,baby,Hunny, my sweet,beautiful, cutie

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

Is very angry

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He promises you and himself he'll find you again

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

4/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Delusional,Obsessive, Possessive,Overprotective, Caring, Sweet, Clingy, Submissive

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Doesn't want to hurt you

V=Vine (How they feel if you fought back)

Holds you until you calm down

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

No

X=Xray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

8/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Cuddles you tightly and closely

[stars-before-sunrise]

(HCs) Their reactions to seeing you wearing their shirts

joel miller, miguel o'hara, marc spector, peter quill

reader is: female

warning: spicy?

a/n: I know, it's been done probably million times. But I can't stop imagining it 😩

Joel Miller

It has to be one of his flannel shirts. He'd be chopping some firewood in his backyard when you'd come out wearing his flannel shirt and just a pair of underwear. It did not go unnoticed by him. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He tried not to look at you, who's sitting on a lawn chair with your legs up on the back porch railing. He- hell, anyone walking by could very well see up your legs. "Hm? Nothing. Just enjoying the afternoon." You feigned innocence. Joel sighed and dropped his axe on the stump. Without saying another word, he picks you up over his shoulder and carried you back inside. "You like teasin' me?" He hummed, "I'll show you some teasin'."

Miguel O'Hara

It's a hoodie that he sometimes would wear over his spidey suit when it's cold. Miguel couldn't exactly get cold, but he knew he looked good in that hoodie. But you know who also looked good in it? You. So sometimes, when Miguel isn't wearing his hoodie, you'd snatch it and wear it yourself. "It's cold and I didn't bring a jacket." Miguel solved that problem by bringing your jacket to the HQ, but you'd still be wearing his hoodie. Leaving him to stay warm by draping your smaller jacket on his wide shoulders. He looked kinda cute. You did feel bad a few times, so you'd wear your own, but Miguel would just take your jacket off and put his hoodie on you. "It smells like you after a while. Give it back to me then."

Marc Spector

You were in the gym, wearing one of Marc's shirts with your shorts. His shirt was quite loose on you and it was even longer than your shorts. You tucked in the shirt under your sports bra to make it look better. "Whoa, whoa, babe." Marc stopped you from squatting down and picking up the weights. "Uh, mind if I spot you?" He was acting weird, but you agreed. As you squatted down, Marc went with you, glaring at any other men who dared to even glance your way. Once you were done with your set, you turned to look at Marc and smirked. "You might wanna adjust your shorts there, babe." "..fuck."

Peter Quill

Peter looked for his Nirvana shirt everywhere. It was one of his favorites, and then he found you in your kitchen, dancing to Smells Like Teen Spirit while making waffles. Without you noticing, Peter had gone down on his knees and silently crept up to you. Imagine your shock when he suddenly hugged your knees and left kisses on your naked thigh. "Peter??" He just hummed in response, still kissing and leaving soft bites on your thighs. He then moved up, and paused. "No underwear?" "Well not after you completely destroyed it last night." He smirked. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." He grazed his hands over your ass, leaving a nice smack before inching closer to your core. "Maybe I need a little reminder."

[extra-unknown-nation]

'He Likes You'

Peter Quill x Male!Reader Word Count: 0.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, pursing your lips in shame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You gonna tell him first?"

"Tell me what?" You questioned.

"He likes you."

"Drax!"

"What it's true?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bruisedboys]

idk if this has been said/done before but thinking of you making pete q a mixtape as a surprise, hehehe. ily <3

omg he’d die for sure!!!! he loves music and he loves you so it’s like. the two thing he loves most in the world!!! you name it something goofy like my starlord and it’s supposed to make him laugh but it just makes him feel lovesick tbh 😭 the playlist is either made up of a bunch of love songs, sappy ones but good ones that remind you of him. or a playlist of like, songs you’ll know he like that he’s never heard before. or!! a bunch of makeout songs LMFAO. either way he loves it and keeps it on him at all times and never lets anyone but you touch it. it’s like his good luck charm. and you definitely make out to it too <3

[fooled-around-and-fell]

Hey Stranger

Summary: You're trying to be there for Peter when he's grieving and trying to move on from Gamora, while having feelings for him yourself. Guess what? Gamora's back to help save Rocket, and things get complicated.

pairing: Peter Quill x female reader

a/n: he's so boyfriend I can't explain it. Also, I was listening to Baby Blue when writing this, I think it fits pretty well.

warning: GOTG3 spoilers, cursing

Masterlist

It started when a Adam Warlock, a Sovereign, came to take Rocket. After that, shit started happening, and a small reunion with Gamora ensued.

You were worried about Quill when you knew he was about to see Gamora -- everyone was.

He was obviously still not over her, and it broke your heart. Particularly because you saw how broken he became, and the fact that you have feelings for him didn't help either.

You were always there for him, though. Whenever he's drunk, crying, or angry, you were always there.

"I know you know, but-"

"I know," Peter said sternly. "Of course I know she's not Gamora -- she is, but she's not.. she's not my Gamora."

"But you want her to be?"

"Yes- No- Fuck, I don't know." He sighed. "I fell in love with this side of Gamora, when she was still brutal and unforgiving. The only difference is that now she doesn't love me back."

"I have a sense of what that feels like.." You muttered quietly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." You cleared your throat. "I'm.. gonna go check on Rocket."

The entire time Gamora was trying to help the team save Rocket, Peter was busy trying to either convince her they were in love, or trying to get 'back' with her.

She wasn't interested though. She actually noticed something else.

"You know, if you keep staring at me like that, you might shoot laser from your eyes." She said while you were both alone.

"..Sorry."

You blinked away and focused on Rocket.

"You're in love with him." She commented. "Don't even try to deny it, I know just from the way you look at me."

"Mind your own business."

You were never really best friends with Gamora -- this one or the old one. You respected her, but you kept your distance.

"There's no point in hating me, I'm not in love with Quill. I'm not the Gamora you knew."

"Do you honestly think we'd all be in this position if that fact is so easy to accept?" You deadpanned.

She pursed her lips. "You have a point."

"It's hard." You sighed. "We all know you're not our Gamora, but acceptance is hard. Especially for Peter right now."

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"

You glanced at her, wondering why she's asking so many questions. "What's the point? He's already going through a lot. I know he doesn't feel the same way, so what good could come out of it?"

"You don't think he deserves to know?"

You frowned. "Why are you asking so many questions?"

"I'm new in this romance thing. I'm just curious."

"Then go read a book or something, Jesus."

You head to your quarters, but Gamora followed you.

"You're scared that I might fall in love with Quill." She stated. "You've been in love with him for the longest time, and though you don't want to admit it, there's a side of you that's slightly glad when his Gamora died."

"You don't know what you're talking about." You sent her a warning look.

"That's also why you don't like me -- I remind you of the fact that you were happy when one of your closest friends died. What kind of person does that make you--"

You screamed and pushed her to the wall, threatening her with a dagger to her throat. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Gamora was surprised by the ambush, but she was satisfied that she hit a nerve. "Could he ever love you now?"

Your grip on the dagger tightened.

"Hey, hey!" Quill stepped in, "What the hell is going on?? We can have arguments on my ship but no threats among family, you know this y/n."

"I'm not family." Gamora said as you lowered your weapon and left to your quarters.

As you slammed your door shut, you couldn't help but let out the tears that had been threatening to fall the moment you yelled at Gamora.

She was right about everything. She read you to filth.

How could Peter ever love you now?

Peter knocked on your door that night. He let himself in when you didn't answer, and saw you standing by the window. Something was clearly bothering you.

"If you're here to lecture me, please don't."

Peter let out a nervous chuckle. "Whaaat, why.. would I do that." He cleared his throat. "I totally wasn't going to do that."

"Look, if it'll make you feel better, I'll apologize to Gamora."

Peter stood next to you. "Ever since she appeared, you've been acting weird. What's wrong?"

"No I haven't. I'm fine."

He gave you a knowing look. The same look you gave him when he refused to talk to you about whatever's going on with him.

"I'm fine, Peter." You repeated. "You don't need to worry about me."

That felt like a "you totally should, but I don't want to tell you why", but Peter decided to let it go. He knew you needed some space.

"I'll still worry, but I'll leave you alone for now." He kissed the top of your head. "Just don't close your doors on me, alright? You've always been there for me, and I'm always here for you."

You didn't answer him as he left your room.

The team was about to face the High Evolutionary, and you were told to babysit Gamora and take care of Rocket. It was obvious that Peter wanted you to make up with Gamora over what happened.

You stayed with Rocket. Holding his hand, hoping that he'd find the strength to squeeze yours.

"I won't tell Quill."

Gamora again.

"When Thanos died, there was a part of me that blamed everyone." She continued, "He was a ruthless monster, but he was still my father. A tiny part of me still loved him. And it makes me hate myself, to think that I could even love a monster that killed my home, but it's true."

You nodded. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Anyway, I radioed the Ravagers. They're coming to get me." Gamora said.

"Alright, I'll see you out."

"Oh, and seriously though, you need to tell him." She added. "Get him off my back."

You laughed. "I'll see what I can do."

As you were walking with Gamora, a creature clearly made by the High Evolutionary attacked. Along with Adam Warlock.

"..Just our luck."

"You take the pig?"

Gamora nodded. You both fought well and hard, but when there was an indestructible golden Sovereign, it was difficult to win. The only reason you won was because the pig tried to take Rocket and Adam had to kill him, wanting Rocket for himself.

Soon enough after that, meteors started falling from the sky.

"What the fuck..."

"Looks like the Ravagers aren't picking you up now."

Quill told you to fly the ship, picking him up and Groot so that you could save the rest of the team, who was still stuck in the High Evolutionary's ship.

"Why is there a severed pig head in the back of my ship??" Quill complained. No one answered him.

He called Kraglin for backup, and the five of you flew out to get Nebula, Drax, and Mantis.

A lot of fighting ensued. It was kind of nice, nostalgic, even.

"The old Gamora was better." You commented as you walked past her.

She smirked, enjoying the new bond you two had.

"So I assume everything went well with Gamora?!"

Your eyebrows furrowed as you were both busy getting the kids to jump over. "You really want to talk about this now?!"

He analyzed the situation. "Okay, yeah, let's talk about it later!"

"Hey Peter?!" You shouted over the loud noises.

"Yeah?!"

"There's also something I need to tell you after this!"

He looked confused. "Okay!"

The High Evolutionary was in custody. Rocket found a bunch of other raccoons, and everyone had jumped over.

Everyone except for Peter.

"Where's Peter??"

You could see him running to get something that had fallen from his pocket before finally jumping, but he had jumped too late and couldn't make it to Knowhere. The effects of space, lack of air, was evident throughout his body.

"PETER!!" You yelled, running and almost jumping to save him yourself, but Gamora stopped you.

She held you back, and you felt like vomiting.

It wasn't until Adam Warlock saved Peter, took him to Knowhere and Nebula put the kit on him.

"Peter, please." You went to his side, placing his head on your lap. "I can't lose you.." you whispered the last part.

It took a moment for Peter to wake up, but when he did, there was a giant group hug. You buried yourself in his chest and he gave you reassuring pats on the head. "I'm okay. I'm okay."

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"So," Gamora smiled. "Radio me if there's anything you need."

"I will." You shook her hand. "It's good to have you. This you."

"It's good to be here." You left her to talk with Peter.

Peter smiled. "It's good seeing you two getting along."

"We've got some things in common." Gamora shrugged. "Peter, I.. I can't be your Gamora. I'm not her."

He nodded. "I know you're not. But this Gamora is not so bad."

She chuckled. "One other thing...open your eyes -- that sounded mean," she corrected herself and glanced at you, helping others. And saw how he looked at you too. "I think you know what I'm talking about."

Peter smiled as he looked at you. "Yeah. I know."

"Good luck, Quill. With everything."

"You too."

You and Peter didn't get a chance to talk. Everyone was so busy getting everything done, helping new people get settled that it just never came up.

But Peter called in for an emergency team meeting. And that's when your world crumbled down again.

"So, you're gonna leave?"

Peter nodded slowly, looking at you, but you avoided his eye contact. "My mother died in front of me when I was 8 years old and I have been running ever since. I'm gonna need to take some time. Learn how to swim."

You had to understand. There'd be a time where the team would have to go their own ways. Today was the day. You just didn't think it'd come so soon.

The team ended things in a good note. Rocket was your new leader, Nebula was going to be in charge of building the new society, and you.. you were sitting on a roof. Tried to get away from heartbreak, though it was already there.

"Hey stranger."

Peter sat next to you. "Got time to talk?"

You didn't even try to hide your tears this time. "I guess now would be a good time as any. Probably the last."

Peter frowned. He could sense how you felt. "I need to go, y/n."

"I know." You sighed. "So just.. just go."

"You said you needed to tell me something."

"It's nothing important." You shook your head. "I already forgot what it was."

Peter nodded sadly. "You know we'll be in touch, right?"

You nodded, not really acknowledging him.

"Radios exist. And there's no timezone, really." He tried to make the situation lighter. You offered him a small smile.

"Oh, here." Peter took out a mixtape from his pocket. "I uh.. almost died because that thing fell out of my pocket. I made you a mixtape. All the songs that I know you love, and hopefully it'll help when you miss me."

You held the mixtape in your hand. "...bold of you to assume I'll miss you."

Peter smiled knowing he cheered you up even just in the slightest bit. "I'm your best friend, of course you will."

"In all seriousness," He added, "Don't close your doors on me, alright? I need you to say it."

"I promise I won't shut you out."

"Good." He sighed in relief. "I'll come back, I promise."

He kissed your temple and gave you a hug. "Goodbye, y/n."

"..Goodbye, Peter."

Peter knew what you wanted to tell him, to be honest he wanted to tell you the same thing. But he's leaving.. so what's the point, right?

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Star-Lord will return.

a/n: I think I just broke my own heart

[elliebean714]

Uh oh tumblr, I'm hyperfixating again...

This time on GOTG cus of the new film. Jeepers Creepers I love that silly little raccoon.

Anyway I'm gonna start taking requests for them now ig.

Rocket Raccoon

Mantis

Drax

Nebula

Adam Warlock

Peter Quill

Groot

Gamora

Is that my ranking of the guardians? No... definitely not...

Anyway pls send requests im desperate. And specify what film you want it to take place around, characters develop. It's hard to pin them down.

Check this post for what I an open to writing and what I won't write(you'll have to scroll to the bottom. Or maybe take a look at the other fandoms idc I'm not your mom)

K bye💕