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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Oh my goodness your requests are open! May I please request smutty Peter quill headcanons for overstimming and edging him 😫😫 (just watched gotg 3 and I'm so obsessed with him)

I saw the movie too, perfect end to a trilogy!

Pairing: Peter Quill x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, edging, creampie, overstimulation, topping from the bottom, encouragement

A/N: I have strong feelings for Marvel Peter's okay?

The little room is filled with repeated moaning, slick slapping sounds and of course, Pete's favorite sex playlist

"That all you have for me babe?" His smirk was aggravating, and very condescending considering he's the one who asked to be edged, "Come on, give my cock a challenge."

You grunt against him, taking him all the way in and smearing your pussy slick all over his balls as you do so

You've came three times already but Peter held on, he wanted to see how long he can hold back and you can try to make him finish

He's come close a few times, precum all over his cock, leaking from the tortured, sensitive tip but he's holding on strong, holding onto your hips

"Put your whole body into it, come on baby, show me how much you want me." His eyes were locked on your pretty clit, all puffy and wet with your juices and his pre, "Can you feel how hot my cock is? It's aching to full you up." It was pulsing with the need, his tip kissing the entrance to your womb

Fuck, you can't come again, you need him to do it first, but he felt so good, you could see his muscles bulging and straining with effort

"Just a bit more. Mhm, just a little bit more. Fuckfuckfuck-!" Peter sat up and ran his hot tongue over your nipples, needing more contact with you, "You ready for it baby? Tell me, go on, tell me how much you want me."

Instead of your lips, which were busy soon after kissing his, you started bouncing up and down on his cock, squeezing and milking his cock, wanting every drop, every little bit of his cum in your pussy and nowhere else

"Good girl. Such a good pussy too, my cock can't get enough of you." He finally let it all out, all of his cum at once flowing, flooding, warming and thick inside of you

He pulled you on top of him, his hands on your lower back to keep you on his cock for a little while longer, "Not yet, 'm real sensitive now."

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autumn-hiraeth · 11 months

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Neptune

angst, fluff and, in fact, it's a requited love.

a/n: Peter Quill, my beloved. ( u should listen Neptune by Sleeping At Last, just saying)

You caught Peter before he fell to the ground, he was drunk again; his strong arms wrapped tightly around your body;pulling you in closer.

Your cheeks turned red but he didn't notice, Peter never seemed to realize the effect he had on you. In fact, he was probably the only one in all of Nowhere who didn't realize how much you were in love with him.

"You have to rest Quill" you spoke as you tried to take him to his bed, however, Peter looked at you, his eyebrow furrowed. He looked cute, yeah, drunk but cute.

"why are you upset, Y/n?" your heart pounded when he pouted.

"I'm not upset" you replied letting him fall on the bed carefully.

Peter scoffed "you only call me by my last name when you're upset" of course you were upset, you hated seeing him like that, every day he got drunk and never let anyone help or advise him. You just wanted him to understand that life was cruel and most of the time unfair, but he still had to go on because he was loved, you loved him. Although that wasn't enough for him.

"call me Pete, Y/n. I like it when you call me Pete" he begged holding your hand not wanting to let go yet. "I can't stand that you're upset with me" he confessed. His puppy dog eyes made you weak.

"Sleep now, Pete " you said and he smiled pleased, it was one of the few times you had seen him smile and it was almost always 'cause of you. He made you feel warm and Peter felt warm too, like he hadn't felt in a long time.

"That's my girl" he whispered before falling asleep, leaving you with racing heartbeat.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 months

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Can I request scratching Peter quills back during sex and leaving a bunch of marks 🤭 Thank you so much have a great day :3

hii!! sorry this took longer than I planned, been ill the last week so haven’t been able to write, but on the plus side, I got REALLY into writing this🤭 maybe too much. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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Peter Quill x fem!reader

wc || 888

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content (implied oral at start (f receiving) mention of a stomach bulge, lots and lots of dirty talk, praise, p in v) minors dni

masterlist + taglist

"You ready, hm?" Peter hazily questions between your thighs, looking up at you as he swipes your cum from the corner of his lips, rubbing your juices on the back of his hand. "Ready for me now, baby?" he asks, kissing a slow trail up your stomach.

You hum, fervidly nodding as your fingers eagerly knead into his swole shoulders, urging him back up to you.

"Yeah?" he coos, watching the desperation in your eyes. His head hangs low, looking down at you with a patronising glimmer as he cups your jaw. "Tell me you want me? Go on, honey. Tell me with that pretty little mouth of yours," he whispers against your lips, lightly nibbling on the bottom one.

"I want you," you rasp, your words muffled against him. Your tone was pathetic, utterly pathetic— just desperate and needy, and Peter loved it. He loved the effect he had on you. How he could get you to say anything he wanted in times like this, get you to do anything he wants.

"Aw," he coos once more, bruising your lips with a harsh kiss. "I know, honey," he cockily grins, sitting up and kneeling between your thighs.

He wraps his rough palm around the base of his cock, rolling over his hardened length as his eyes dart over the beauty of your body below him. Gazing over your stiffened nipples, goosebumped tummy, eager eyes, everything— staring over you like he was mesmerised.

His hands hook around your waist, dragging you along the mattress so you're almost touching, so close. He slides his leaking, swollen head through your folds, pushing his tip past your lips to collect your arousal around his head. He coats himself in your flavour, using you as lube.

He slowly guides his cock in, poking his tip into your pretty pussy, gingerly sinking into your warmth. "Fuck—“ he groans, cutting himself off with a harsh exhale. "You can take it, you can take it," he whispers, sliding further into you. "That's it— god, that's it... such a good girl, hm?" he praises, feeling his head press up to your cervix, bottoming out.

You melt over him with his praise, wrapped tightly around him, almost like you were hugging his dick.

"Aw, look at that," he says, his words hoarse as he rubs over the stomach bulge, teasing his head through your skin. "Takin' me so well," he grins, sliding his hands to your waist. He pulls you closer, just a bit closer, like he wanted— needed even more of you. "Yeah— yeah, that's it," he smirks, grazing his palm over your public bone, itching his thumb to your clit, thumbing over your nub at the speed that matched his steady thrusts.

It all begins to feel like too much, it's like he knows all of the ways to get you off, and he's doing it all simultaneously, like he was purposely trying to consume you. Your urgent hands grip his forearms, holding him as if you were seeking comfort, like you need to feel him, tenderly touch him.

"Please?" you mutter amongst a whimper, sliding your hands up and to his biceps, pulling him down to you. You didn't even know what you were pleading for or what you were asking. It was just all you could muster. His chest is flush with yours as he works into you. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, moaning half swears against his skin as you enwrap yourself around his body. Knees snuggled to his hips with your arms wrapped around his torso, your hands kneading into the back of his shoulders. "Fu—" you cry out against his chest, your teeth grazing his skin as your fingernails drag over his back, marking him.

"God— fuck, honey, you feel so good," he rasps below your ear, sloppily kissing the skin. "Feel so good around me, baby— so fuckin' good," he murmurs, his words falling past his lips in a drunken haze as he continues to rut you in the way you both need, fucking you into the mattress. "I'm almost there— I'm right there, shit. You gotta cum first. I can't if you don't," he gushes, speaking with desperation as he works into you, his balls heavy as they slap against your ass. "Be a good girl and cum around my dick. You want to be a good girl for me, don't ya? Don't you? Yeah, that's it— god. Doing so good,"

Your nails dig into Quill's back, scratching and dragging, leaving a trail of pink markings over his skin as you reach your high, convulsing and clamping around him with your release. His face is pained as he holds himself off, bottom lip clamped with his teeth as he halts his release, waiting for you to finish yours.

His jaw is slack, and his breathing staggers as he drags his cock from you, rolling over his head as he spills his load over your lower stomach, twitching in his fist.

“God, fuck—" he groans, flopping beside you almost as if his body gave out.

"Sorry about your back," you chuckle, breathing heavily. "Got carried away," you sigh, rolling over to rest on Peter's chest.

"Don't be... I liked it," he boyishly grins, kissing the crown of your head. "Liked it quite a lot."

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 11 months

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chilly

peter quill x f!reader prompt: warmth theme: fluff (tags beneath the cut)

There were so many things about being on a spaceship that you hadn’t expected, but the one that you found yourself lingering on was the silence. Not while everyone was awake – no, then the ship was filled with the noise of the crew and the music that never ended. But once they were asleep? You thought you’d hear the engines murmur under the metal floors, but no. Just silence.

“What’re you doing up?”

You started at the sound of Quill’s tired voice behind you, and you turned away from the windows to see him standing in the doorway, rubbing at one eye with the heel of his hand. He’d been on the over-night shift, monitoring the ship’s trajectory through space. Days of stubble marred his jawline, his shirt wrinkled.

“Hey,” you replied. “Who’s steering this thing?”

He smiled, jerking his head back the way he’d come. “Rocket just took over. But you do know the ship has auto-pilot, right?”

You smiled softly, tugging your coat further around yourself. “Still getting used to it.”

“So?” he asked, stepping further into the room. “Why’re you up?”

You shrugged a shoulder, turning back to face the forever expanse of darkness and stars outside. “You know, in like, every movie I’ve ever seen about space, they talk about it being cold. You think that would have prepared me for just how… goddamn freezing it is on this thing.”

Peter chuckled quietly. “You get used to it.”

There was a pause, a moment of that silence that hung between the two of you. Then, you heard his footsteps approach you slowly. You jumped slightly as you felt his hand touch your shoulder, his palm smoothing down over your arm.

“I, uh…” he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Wh—?”

He wrapped his arms around you hesitantly, his hands tracking down your arms to join them where they were wound around your middle. You raised them in surprise, stumbling slightly as he tugged you gently back against his chest. Your hands settled on top of his arms, his skin wonderfully, surprisingly warm beneath your frigid fingers.

“…Oh.”

“Shit, you weren’t kidding about being cold…” he muttered, his hands moving to enclose yours between them. You sighed, watching his fingers curl around yours. Quill cleared his throat again after a moment, as if only now realising the intimacy of the situation. “Better?”

You nodded, leaning back into his embrace. “…I want to make a comment about you being so warm, but I just know you’re going to turn into a ‘hot’ joke.”

“It’s like you know me.”

You giggled quietly, resting your head back on his shoulder. “It really is amazing out here.”

Peter hesitated as your tone turned pensive, and you felt his hands squeeze yours, so gently you weren’t sure you hadn’t imagined it. “You’re not thinkin’ about leavin’ us already, are you?”

You paused a moment before answering. “Sometimes… I think that I should think that I should, y’know?”

“…You lost me.”

You smiled softly, relaxing further into his embrace. “No. I’m not going anywhere, Quill.”

You felt his chin rest on your hair. “Good. We’re kinda getting used to having you around.”

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bruisedboys · 11 months

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he really is just so boyfriend. like the kind who would reach the boxes in shelves you can’t reach

he is just always into being your hero . doing things to make you swoon

peter quill has a hero complex for sure but it gets hiked up about 200% when it comes to you. he’s obsessed with doing everything for you because he knows you like it, even if you don’t actually need the help. he knows you’re totally capable of taking care of yourself but he wants to do it because he’s so incredibly down bad for you it’s sick.

yes he’s definitely the type to reach high shelves for you!!! so casually dominant of him tbh. he comes up behind you where you’re tiptoeing in front of the shelf and easily snags the box you’re reaching for. when he hands it to you he’s veryy smug about it. especially if he gets a thank you kiss, which he usually does.

he’s also always tying your shoelaces or zipping your dress or fixing your clothes for you. your shoelace comes undone while you’re out with him and he doesn’t even hesitate to get on the dirty floor to do it up for you. you put your hands in his hair and tug gently as a silent thank you and he swears he dies on the spot. and if your clothes ever ride up and threaten to show more skin than he knows you’ll want to, he’ll fix them without a word and it flusters you so much.

ugh and if you’re clumsy!!! he gets so good at catching you before you hurt yourself. if you’re about to trip he’ll catch you before you do and dip you cos he’s a dork, his arm locked around your lower back. you’ll laugh and swoon and say my hero all sarcastic and it boosts peter’s ego wayyy more than he’d like to admit.

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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Imagine Peter Rekindling His Crush On You

Peter Quill X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes, spoilers, mentions of an abusive relationship, fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

(A/N:) Okay I have seen GOTG Vol. 3 twice now and I freaking LOVE this movie! It has reignited my love of Peter. I had this idea and I had to write it! I’m even staying up late to get it done as I want to get it posted ASAP! I hope my fellow Peter fangirls enjoy it as it has a little bit of angst and fluff. I had so much fun writing this and I hope I can get more ideas to write for Peter! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

SPOILERS FOR GOTG VOL. 3 BELOW!!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE MOVIE!!!

A week had gone by since Peter had returned to Earth and it had been pretty calm so far. Catching up with his grandfather had been easier than expected and his last remaining Terran relative welcomed him back like the prodigal son. But now Peter was wanting to find more people he had known all those years ago. It didn’t take long until his thoughts had begun to dwell on you. He remembered the crush he had harbored for you, even after Yondu had taken him away his thoughts had gone back to you if he was in need of something good to remember. He asked his grandpa about you, but for some reason the older man was keeping quiet about you. It aggravated Peter but he didn’t ask much, not wanting to push his grandpa’s buttons too much. Though he couldn’t shake the feeling that the older man was up to something.

It shocked Peter that one fateful day that you turned up to his grandpa’s front door, like it was the most normal thing in the world. You waltzed in easily, hands full with vegetables.

“Mr. Quill I brought you...,” you paused almost dropping your bundle of goods. You fumbled around, regaining control but still staring at Peter who sat on the couch. Normally he would have laughed at someone giving him such a look but he knew he had to have the same expression on his face. While he still loved Gamora so much, it was a blessing to see you once again. You aged, just as he had but he couldn’t help but see how much of a beautiful woman you had become.

“Peter,” you asked as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“Hi (Y/N),” Peter spoke while rising from the couch. He took the vegetables from you and laid them on the kitchen counter. You followed close behind, still unbelieving that Peter was standing right in front of you. Grown and more handsome than you could have ever imagined. You swallowed loudly, stepping closer to him. He leaned backwards, suddenly uncomfortable with how close you were. You suddenly hugged him, shocking him more.

“It really is you!”

Peter chuckled finally hugging you back, “Yeah. I had some loose ends to fix.”

You punched his shoulder roughly.

“Ow! What was that for,” he squalled.

“For leaving without saying goodbye,” you glared.

“I had no choice!”

You continued to glare before relenting. It wasn’t Peter’s fault, you knew that. But it had hurt that day that he had disappeared. You were sure he was as good as dead until you had saw Thanos’ defeat and Peter had stood amongst the heroes that had saved the Earth. But now with him standing in front of you in person, the relief was becoming so overwhelming. You had thought about him a lot since then and you were afraid that you would never get to see him again. Or that if you did get to see him, he wouldn’t remember you at all. But now you were so relieved that that wasn’t the case. You hugged him again, but this time he was scared you would punch him again. Peter held you away from him about to say something else when you looked down. A little boy that hid behind you, tugged on the hem of your shirt. Looking up at Peter with large bright eyes. Of course, you were married. Any guy would be stupid to pass you up, he just hated he was too late. You looked down at your son, rubbing the mop of his hair affectionately.

“Peter this is my son,” you pushed the little boy forward who pushed back too shy to stand before Peter.

Peter’s eyes went from the young boy to your left hand. He didn’t spy a ring on your finger, but that didn’t mean you weren’t taken. He looked back to the boy who still was trying to escape. He squatted down getting eye level with him before smiling warmly.

“I’m a good friend of your mom’s,” he said holding out a hand. “We knew each other when we were kids.”

“Hi,” he answered timidly before looking back up towards you. Satisfied with him braving a new stranger you let him dart back behind you. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“He’s a little shy sorry about that,” you said.

Peter waved it off, though his heart hurt he was glad you found some happiness in life. You sent your son off to go play as Peter invited you to go outside to sit while you watched your son play. While you enjoyed the sunshine warming your face, Peter couldn’t help but look at your ring finger, the lack of ring bothering him. He didn’t have a right to be jealous of someone who had been there for you, but his heart was betraying him.

You were enjoying the silence, just glad to see Peter once again when he interrupted the silence.

“Who’s the lucky man,” he finally asked. His curiosity and jealousy too much to bear. You stiffened, refusing to look at Peter. You were really hoping he wouldn’t ask but of course he would once he saw your son. You sighed, deflating back into the chair.

“He’s not in our lives anymore,” you replied vaguely. Peter just continued to stare and you sighed again. “He left me a little after I gave birth. He was verbally abusive and he didn’t really love me. He just lied to get to me. I married him like an idiot and I suffered since.”

Peter felt his rage starting to choke him, especially when he saw a stray tear make it’s way down your cheek. He couldn’t imagine someone being so cruel to you and leaving you alone to raise a child alone. His hands clenched into fists as he trembled in rage.

“He didn’t deserve you,” Peter snarled.

You jumped in your chair, surprised at the anger in Peter’s voice. Every emotion began to swirl inside your mind as you saw how much he actually cared about you.

“Any man that is dumb enough to marry you and knock you up just to belittle you and abandon you is not worth anything in any universe.”

Peter thought about his father who had killed his mother and left Peter alone in the world. If it hadn’t been for Yondu, in his own twisted way, rescuing him he wouldn’t be here talking with you. Peter suddenly took your hand giving it a gentle but firm squeeze.

“You deserve better,” Peter continued.

You laughed nervously a blush darkening your cheeks. “Laying that Quill charm on thick aren’t we?”

“I’m serious,” Peter replied. “He deserves better too.” He gestured to the little boy racing around the yard, giggling gleefully. You touched your cheek, surprised to find tears streaking your skin.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered. Sure you had been so young when Peter left but it had left a void in your life you had tried to ignore. But now with him back on Earth and a grown man, you found that he had meant more to you than anything. You felt foolish for finding someone else to take his place and the one you found had been a waste of time. Your son was the only good thing that had come from that relationship and marriage. Peter tugged you back into another embrace, kissing your cheek. His beard quickly catching your tears as you clung to him tightly.

“I missed you too,” Peter said. He never wanted to let you go now that you were back in his life. While Gamora still hurt, he found that holding you and seeing you again felt right. He felt a conviction well up inside him, that he wanted to show you how much of a real man he could be.

“Can I take you and him out sometime,” he asked.

You sniffed before nodding. “I would like that very much.”

“Be prepared for the best date of your life,” he announced making you laugh.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you smiled through your tears.

“I want you too,” he replied before jumping up from his chair. He kissed you again before taking off after your son. The little boy squealed as Peter chased him around the yard, scooping him up and throwing him up in the air. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore as old feelings came back to you. Peter was back in your life and you couldn’t say it was a bad thing at all.

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darsynia · 1 year

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I'm gonna let you pick the Marvel man (just not anyone you've done xReader for, lol - you gotta pick someone out of your comfort zone) and do xReader for: 80. crashing your lips together during an argument

I definitely wrote out of my comfort zone here! Peter Quill/f!Reader

Summary: Ever since Peter Quill and his crew rescued you from your dying ship, the man has been an absolute menace. You wish you could get the upper hand, but somehow he's always one step ahead of you, and ogling you the whole time.

Warnings | Length: Swearing/GotG typical banter | 1,574

Bet Your Ass

“What is your problem, Quill? By the Gods!”

The guy’s been chapping your ass since you were rescued, and you’re completely over it. Sure, he’s got arms, and that face, and those thighs, but by Lumesta, you’re going to need him to shut his mouth pretty soon or you don’t know what you’ll do! It’s been three days, and every time he’s laid eyes on you, he’s made a comment about how he would have rather rescued one of your crewmates.

Your ship had sustained the most unlucky micrometeorite damage ever, and you know you’re lucky to be alive. Two ships showed up to your captain’s distress call, and your three-man crew split up, as the medical ship the other two ended up on was almost at capacity as it was.

To hear Quill bitch about it, he’s brought on a completely useless slave girl, not a mechanic who’s already upped the efficiency of his weird little ship by 4%. It’s all ‘what use does a medical ship have with two renowned fighters’ and ‘we always get stuck with the girls.’ The blue-skinned cyborg woman whose name you struggle with had actually punched him after that one.

Drax has been leaning up against the wall, and after you turn away from snapping at Peter, he nods at you. “He likes your boobs.”

“Oh, here we go!” Quill groans, throwing a food wrapper toward the garbage can. It comes nowhere close.

“I am Groot.”

“I’m getting it, I’m getting it!”

“I am Groot.”

You don’t understand what Groot says, but everyone else does. It’s a disadvantage, but an amusing one, usually. This time, it’s clear the two statements are about very different things-- Quill has straightened in the process of picking up the garbage (which is a shame, because those pants of his hug that ass), so he can look askance at the teenaged tree.

“I am not dignifying that with a response,” he snaps back. “I mean, if we’re going to nitpick, the neckline of her shirt is a little low, but just because it’s eye-catching doesn’t mean--”

You cannot believe this. “Wait, so we went from Drax saying you like my boobs to you objecting to them?”

“Hey! I do not objectify. I’m very respectful!”

“You’re looking at her boobs right now,” Rocket says sardonically from the doorway.

“Weren’t you checking Cleavage Girl’s work? Scram, I’m trying to have an argument here,” Peter says loudly. He actually makes a ‘shoo’ gesture.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m calling you Tight-ass from now on,” you say, crossing your arms over your breasts. You know from experience (as in, pretty much every time you do it) that Quill won’t be able to pull his eyes away.

You’ve made a calculated error, though. Up until now, you’ve left your appreciation of his physique to yourself, and now the man is laser focused on this discrepancy.

“I knew you were staring at me!” Quill crows, strutting over. “That’s why you’re all sulky sexy, you secretly want me, and it’s killing you!”

“I am GROOT.”

Drax points at Peter with the piece of fried food he’s eating. “He’s right. You’re accusing her of what you are doing.”

“Cleavage Girl is new, why are you all on her side??”

Groot shrugs. “I am groot.”

“Woah, speak for yourself!” Rocket yells, making a grossed-out face.

“He’s not wrong. I would enjoy watching them,” Drax smiles.

“Well, now I’m just horrified,” you say, shoving away images in your mind of what the others might be picturing between the two of you. You spin on your heel and start toward the door, but your forward progress is halted suddenly, like you’ve caught your jacket on something. You yank angrily, but though you get free of whatever it was, you only have a few seconds before you’re pinned boobs-first against the wall of the room, with the familiar bulk of Peter fucking Quill pressed up against you.

“Okay, I take it back. You definitely have muscles,” he says, lips close to your ear.

“Get off,” you say, but your heart rate is up, your skin tingling with the pheromone your people give off when you’re attracted to a potential mate.

“Oh, I’d love to. I didn’t think you were into me,” he says infuriatingly. You hadn’t realized the double meaning of what you’d just said, and you rest your forehead on the bulkhead in frustration.

“I’m not,” you lie, shoving back with your hips. You’ve got enough leverage on the wall that he flies back a ways, so you spin around, dropping to a fighting stance.

“Hey, hey, I’m just responding to the signals you’re giving off,” Peter says, but you can see something in his eye; respect, perhaps? Something has shifted since your display of physical dominance. He’s looking you in the eyes, not the boobs.

“You couldn’t handle me anyway,” you snap back without thinking. Instantly, Quill’s face suffuses with an interested grin, and his eyebrows go up lasciviously.

There’s a loud crinkling noise only feet away, as Drax dumps out the rest of his snack into his open mouth. “Go on, I’m not even here,” he says.

“I am Groot!”

“I do not need tips from you on how to get her to want to kiss me!” Peter shouts, clearly affronted.

“Oh, I’ll kiss you,” you say impulsively. “But you have to promise to always look at my face, not any other part of my body.” You cock your hip and arch your back in an overt challenge.

“What if I’m behind you?” he asks, crossing his own arms. The muscles on his exposed arms look so good you wouldn’t mind trying your teeth on them, for multiple reasons.

“If that happens, you have to turn around,” Rocket says. You’d thought he’d left the room, and so did Peter, because both of you look around until you see that he’s sitting faced away in the captain’s chair, which hides his whole body from behind.

“I am Groot.”

Everyone just looks at Groot, and Peter’s eyes go wide.

Their reactions freak you out. “What?”

He shakes his head.

“What?” you press, walking forward. Quill isn’t answering so you decide to remind him that you do, indeed, have strength he respects, even if it’s not your strength of character. You grab the front of his shirt, but his response is to fist pump.

“He said you want me and you’d prove it by coming over to drag me to my quarters… and--” Quill looks down at his own chest and smirks.

You let go right away and groan. “This ship is infuriating! I give up, I wish I went on the med ship, okay? You win!”

To your complete confusion, everyone, even the cyborg lady who was apparently eavesdropping from the hallway, walks in and shoves handfuls of credits at Quill, who looks incredibly smug.

“What the hell--” you start.

Groot walks over and pats your arm. “I am Groot.” Everyone else in the room starts leaving, and you’re still furious and confused.

“Quill--”

“I bet them I could get you to say you wished you were somewhere else,” he shrugged. “Easiest bet ever. All I had to do was stare at your body and be myself.”

All things considered, the man could have chosen far more miserable ways to win his bet, but you’re still het up and irritated. “Technically I won that bet for you. You should split it with me.”

“No can do, Cleavage Girl.” He folds his hands behind his back, bulging his arm muscles at you.

You step forward to shove him onto his ass, but his arms come down lightning fast, one leg planted behind him to brace himself: he’d known you would do that, and now his lips are on yours, one hand cupping your cheek like you are lovers instead of two people who can barely stand to be in the same room together.

The thrill of contact takes you by surprise. It’s like adrenaline has chemically altered into pleasure with the addition of your anger, and suddenly you can’t get enough. The two of you wrestle across the room to the nearest wall, hands grasping at clothing, lips sucking, teeth biting, tongues swiping as if unable to trust the evidence of your attraction for longer than a few seconds.

Minutes later, he’s tracing the line of your shirt along the edge of your breasts when you finally catch your breath, and you realize what you have to do to best him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, your kiss privileges are hereby revoked.”

“What? No!” Peter groans, lifting his head. His lips are red, pupils blown, out of breath, a complete gorgeous wreck of a man.

“What did I say the conditions were?” you say implacably.

He thinks. Peter’s lips twitch to one side, then the other, and then his eyes pop open and he looks horrified. “You don’t mean that. I was kissing you there, that doesn’t--”

“It counts!” you say sadly. “You weren’t looking at my face.”

You have no idea how he’ll react to your bluff (it’s totally a bluff. That kiss was amazing. You have no idea what boring shit you’d have been subjected to on that medical ship, but you definitely won Best Rescue), but what you don’t expect is for him to narrow his eyes and smile.

“This calls for a new wager.”

“You bet your ass it does.”

#peter quill x reader #peter quill imagine #starlord x reader #starlord fanfiction #peter quill fanfiction #peter quill x f!reader #starlord x f!reader #starlord imagine #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction #argument fic #banter #kiss fic #ask response

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dixonlvr-online-backup · 1 year

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peter quill x reader

in which peter and reader were both taken in by yondu when they were kids and he isn’t sure how he got stuck with such unserious wards

Fic lives here now

#peter quill x reader #peter quill imagine #star lord x reader #guardians of the galaxy

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fooled-around-and-fell · 11 months

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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

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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.

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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year

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Y/N, to Peter Q: You're not Mario. Let's get something fucking straight, you're Luigi at best.

#source: ???#incorrect marvel quotes #peter quill x reader #peter quill imagine #peter quill #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #MCU x reader #MCU imagine #marvel #MCU

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ay0nha · 11 months

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The Sweet Hereafter | Peter Quill

SUMMARY: He cursed at himself for succumbing to you again. That was just the lure you had. Miles away—galaxies even—you always found a way to lead Peter to you. It may have been subconscious, but despite the fact that you bickered, the pair of you belonged together.

PAIRING: Peter Quill x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

WARNINGS: canon typical things, descriptions of injuries, cursing, general angst, semi enemies to lovers, etc.

A/N: I had to dust off cobwebs for this one. I forget how much nonsense I write and don’t post, this being one of them...gotg v.3 got me in my feels so I’m posting this. It’s a little plotless and full of plot holes....so enjoy lol.

“No.”

“Please.” Kraglin’s desperation was obvious, and had been for months. Yet, through every modulated call, he was met with disappointment. “She has no interest in staying with us, tried to get her to go—

“All she does is run off–” Peter countered just to bite his tongue. But characteristically it didn’t last, “–then I’m the one sent to drag her back.” He scratched at his growing facial hair, growing increasingly frustrated. “I’m tired of this.”

"And you think I'm not?" Kraglin snapped. Peter could see, even through the hologram before him, that Kraglin was being pulled thin.

As a new Ravager leader, Kraglin had growing pains with the position, but nonetheless carried himself well. He could handle the banter as it was a part of the life, even the new settlement of Knowhere. Yet, he could never understand how to handle you.

"We don't have space for her." Peter feigned passivity, but his voice wavering exposed his facade.

"Peter–

"I can try and put in a word to the Nova Corp, see if they can—

"We can’t just pass her off to the next, she's Yondu’s daughter—

Peter cut the connection before Kraglin had a chance to finish.It was a trap. It had always been a trap. But Peter fell for it all the same. Like him, you found yourself surrounded by scoundrels that’s hearts softened every time you called for help. Over the years, though, your calls became more deliberate; less for aid but more to stretch your sticky fingers.

There was something deep in Peter’s chest that made him queasy. As time went on he found it harder to say no, even if his body screamed at him. The ship was quiet, only carrying the sound of his dragging boots. Each step to the atrium of the ship, Peter struggled to quell his thoughts.

He cursed at himself for succumbing to you again. That was just the lure you had. Miles away—galaxies even—you always found a way to lead Peter to you. It may have been subconscious, but despite the fact that you bickered, the pair of you belonged together.

"Fuck." Peter cursed again, leading the unknowing crew to the last coordinates that Kraglin had sent to him.

—

Oddly enough, the cold floor felt relieving against your back. Pulling your arms above your head, the horizontal position elicited deep pops from your vertebrae. You were sore, your body enduring too much too soon, but in a way felt good. It meant you were still alive and breathing, more importantly, it meant that you got your way.

You perked up at the footsteps approaching you. You knew who it was, but you’d never admit the relief you felt hearing Peter’s voice echo through the dingy ship.

“And you’re tellin’ me she only now decided to tell us?”

“…You know how she doesn’t share anythin’...” Kraglin answered honestly, but it did nothing to comfort Peter. “...Well, ya know, expect that she’s Yondu’s kid.”

"She's lying."

You had a knack for twisting the truth. Lying was just a game to you, a game you were good at. It was what got you in your current holding cell. You posed as a threat even behind bars, but it was only due to the tales spun about you.

Peter knew you well. That you stumbled upon Youndu and his crew only to rob him blind with innocent charm. It could make sense that you were his daughter, but even you didn’t want to believe it. You hadn’t until the letter found you. The chicken scratch was barely legible, but it detailed your unorthodox relation.

"She's not."

"How do you know?" Peter resisted. The man they spoke of was gone, but Peter doubted his legacy fell on your shoulders. "He didn't have any kids."

"Then what were you to him?" You didn’t need to be loud to be heard. The silence carried your suggestion. “Always good to see you, Star-Lord.”

Peter saw now how the bruise on your chin carried up onto your bottom lip. To match, just below your eye, a bruise started to form. He watched you move languidly to stand, he could see how much you hurt.

Pinching his brows together, he asked a rhetorical question. "Your boyfriend do that to you?"

"Something like that," You smirked slightly.

Quill sighed deeply, regretting the interaction. If you looked like this, Peter knew your ‘boyfriend’ was close to dead. You were the definition of reckless and something he wasn’t convinced he needed to take on. Yet, everyone in the room knew that by standing in front of you, his fate was set.

“Go on, Kraglin, show him,” You motioned your head with your words. Although you were considered one of them, they welcome you aboard with pointed blasters. In doing so, your belongings became theirs, even the tattered letter.

Peter didn’t want to read it as Kraglin unfolded it for him. He skimmed it, not bothering to look for the interesting details. Years ago, Peter would have questioned the astronomical coincidence that you had any blood relation to the man who raised him, but coincidences and beings with gauntlets scared it out of him. However, the last line resonated. Don’t tell Peter.

A bitter laugh escaped Peter’s lips. It was always like Yondu, even in death, to get the last gag. The story went as follows; you weren’t taken and forced into the life of a ravager. You were left in the safety of a Xandarian orphanage only to weasel your way out and join the life your father intended to keep you away from. You would have been better off stranded on an abandoned planet.

You got good at what you did, too good. You made a name for yourself that instilled fear in some and in others an open invitation to challenge. Challenges you never shied away from which only meant you begged for danger to follow.

Peter tossed the letter to the side, letting whatever leaking pipe soak its material. The letter’s significance didn’t matter, years had come and gone washing away any anticipated emotion, but the only thing that held Peter’s attention was why you waited so long to reach out to him.

“Why now?”

“Had to get your attention somehow.” You frowned. He avoided you, but you waited for the perfect moment to gain his attention. “That boyfriend of mine is coming for you.”

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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hi, could you do Peter quill x reader smut where the reader caught Peter doing handjob in the bedroom and he’s embarrass because he miss her, they ended up having sex

Everyone is thirsty for every Peter in Marvel I swear to god.

Pairing: Peter Quill x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, masturbation, handjob, teasing, getting caught, dick riding, clit stimulation, reunion sex

A/N: I'm not judging you for being thirsty! I am too, I just think its funny that guys named Peter are such magnets.

Had his door closed but not locked and his music on blast so he failed to hear you approaching

That and he was also too wrapped up in his sex fantasy of you, his cock pulsing with need, his hand was good but after so long he needed to feel more

"Holy shit babe! I almost pulled my dick off! Why didn't you call me to tell me you were coming?" He's looking at you fully naked and sweaty, his cum dripping down his clenched fist, "I was about to come too, if you didn't interrupt. How did the mission go?" Having a casual conversation while stroking his cock wasn't what you expected from Peter but with him you've also grown to not be surprised by these things

You quickly locked the door, not wanting anyone else to see your boyfriend in this state and walked over to him, your eyes drifting downwards despite your best efforts

"Looks like someone's missed me to huh? Wanna show me just how much? Or I can finish on my own." As if you could leave now when he was almost done, when you could be the one to make him finish

With a determined face you stripped your boots, pants and underwear, not having the patience for the rest and grabbed his wrist, popping his fingers into your mouth to suck and lick the cum while you rubbed your lower lips against his cock

More cum came out of the tip and stained his abs as Peter grunted

"Well seems like I... hmn... underestimated you. You've got it bad babe, need me so bad don't you? That makes two of us, I couldn't stop thinking about you all week." His hand moved on its own, from your mouth, wet with cum and spit, rubbing over your clit right as you got ready to take his length in

His cock filled you up so nicely, your pussy opening up and clenching around him as soon as he pushed in

Its only been a week and you already needed him this bad

Without hesitation you started slamming down on his cock, needing to get rid of the emptiness you felt and fill it with his cock and cum instead

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autumn-hiraeth · 11 months

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Star Lord's charm

smut!

a/n: Peter Quill has a chokehold on me. This gif >>>>>

Peter held you in his arms as he kissed your neck making you giggled "Peter!" you said as his hand slowly massaged your breast.

If Peter Quill loved something, it was having his hands on your body all the time, he liked to feel your soft skin against his and tease you only to have you begging for him.

It was the Star Lord's charm.

"Peter…" you moaned softly as your lover rubbed your nipple and his other hand slid down between your panties making you arch you back against his body as his skillful fingers reached your clit.

" This feels good, love?" he muttered mockingly making you groan as you nodded.

" don't stop..." you begged holding onto his hand making him laugh softly as he rubbed your nub faster and harder.

You were so close, that delicious sensation of his fingers on your most sensitive part was driving you crazy, making you moan and gasp for your lover's name.

His other hand kept playing with your nipple and his soft kisses on your neck made everything feel so heavenly. It didn't even matter that the other guardians could hear them, you could take their teasing.

"Pete.. I'm so close" you gasped feeling how your lover increased the pace and suddenly you came with a pornographic moan.

"you make the most beautiful sounds when you cum on my fingers Y/n" Peter whispered against your ear before grabbing your chin and finally kissing you on the lips.

Well, you definitely loved Star Lord's charm.

#peter quill x reader #peter quill x fem!reader #peter quill x y/n #peter quill x you #peter quill fluff #peter quill smut #peter quill drabble #peter quill imagine #peter quill fanfic

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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Ok so- I need some period fluff with Peter Quill. I saw you do it for Tangerine, and while I’m not a part of that fandom, i thought it would be really sweet to do it with Quill.

It’s totally okay if you’re not interested or too busy or something! Just a thought!

~Bear🐻

hii bear!! I just had to do this first (again sorry to all the others in my inbox, I’ll get there, I promise) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

if anyone wants the tan fic, link is here

“shark week”

Peter Quill x f reader

wc || 0.8k

warnings || periods but no specific details, fluff

I don’t usually struggle with titles, but this one I did (could you tell?) 😭 I’ll change it if I think of something better

masterlist + rules

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When it was your time of the month, you had a tendency to be quite sluggish and withdrawn, only ever leaving the bedroom to get more snacks or to use the bathroom. So when Peter noticed that you were confined to the comfort of his apartment on Knowhere, he was naturally a bit worried. You and Peter had been dating for a little while now, so your periods weren’t exactly foreign to him. It was just something that usually slipped his mind as he’d often be confused by different calendars amongst various planets.

Today was your least favourite of all, the day of your period that left you feeling debilitated. So for that very reason, you had spent the majority of the day snuggled in Peter’s sheets, drifting in and out of sleep and eating copious amounts of Zarg Nuts.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you see Peter standing in the doorway looking at you with an uneasy expression that instantly softens once he sees you awaken. “Hey,” he says softly, making his way over to the bed and taking a seat at the edge. “You doing okay?” Lacing his hand into yours, brushing his thumb over the back of it.

“Yeah.” You reply, sweetly smiling at him. “Just feeling shitty.”

“Why?” He tenderly questions, eyebrows furrowing as if to analyse your face.

“Bleeding.” You whisper, softly chuckling.

His eyes blow huge, darting over you with caution. “Oh— oh” he responds, finally catching on. “Shark week… again?”

“Yeah Pete, that’s how they work.” You laugh hard, abruptly cutting off when you feel something you shouldn’t have.

His reaction mimics yours, eyes widening when he sees your parted lips. “What? You okay?” His gaze follows you as you bolt out of bed. “What’s going on?”

“Just need—“ your reply muffles behind the bathroom door.

“Need what?” He sweetly questions, nuzzling his ear to the door.

“Shit.” You mumble. Now talking loud enough for him to hear. “In the nightstand, top drawer… there’s a—a paper type box, please can you bring it to me?”

Within seconds, he’s back and knocking on the door with your box of feminine products. “Do I put it under the door, or— or close my eyes? I don’t know what to do, what do I do here?” He replies, his tone flustered as he presses back up against the door.

Adjusting yourself and hiding the toilet paper. “You can come in.”

He slowly opens the door, hand clutched over his eyes as he wavers the box towards you, using the space around him as a guide. Accidentally bumping into a few things along the way. “Put your hand out… what can I get you? What do you need?” He warmly asks, gingerly backing out to give you a moment of privacy.

Stifling a snicker as you watch him leave. “I think I’m okay for now… maybe some tea? Steal it from Mantis, she has good tea.”

“On it.” Running away only to return a second later. Enunciating through the door. “I love you!”

“I love you!” You loudly reply, a wide smile spread along your lips.

When you return to the bedroom, you see Peter bundled under the covers with snacks spread across the bed, holding items to help with your cramps and pains. “Get in.” He grins, opening the covers so you could slip yourself in beside him. Snuggling next to him, he lifts your head so he could support your neck with his bicep, holding you tight against him. “I don’t know if you need this now, or…?” He starts, pulling a hot water bottle from under the sheets.

“Was that on your stomach?” You ask, a giggle held behind your lips.

Chuckling. “Yeah… feels really good.”

“Yeah, I know.” You laugh, nuzzling the side of your head into his chest. “I don’t need it right now, you can keep it.”

“Oh, you’re the best.” He smiles, resting the flat bottle over his abdomen. “Just take it off me if you need it.”

Hiding a grin, you look up at him, gazing in admiration. “I need it now.” Watching his smile slightly fade. “I’m just kidding.”

He fakes a laugh with accentuated and playful features. “Do you need anything? … medicine? Back rub? Foot rub? Kisses? Bath? Sleep? Food? Chocolate? Tummy rub? Tea? — no we got tea. I think making out will help, yeah making out will definitely help.” He aimlessly lists, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yes.”

“To what?” He boyishly grins, twisting his neck to kiss your temple.

“To it all.” You reply, wrapping your arm over his chest. “But I think a nap first, that okay?”

“I’m always down for a nap.”

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 1 year

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rom-com moment

peter quill x f!reader prompt: rain theme: smut/fluff (tags beneath the cut)

“You really know how to romance a girl, Quill.”

He snickered against your skin, his breath tickling against the side of your throat, a heated contrast to the icy water soaking your clothes and your hair. His hands clutched hungrily at your sides, trapping you against the wall behind you. He was equally soaked, rain dripping into his eyes as he pulled back to meet your gaze with a familiar cocksure smile.

“I thought this was every girl’s fantasy,” he said, his hands coming up to unzip your jacket. You shivered as the rain and his freezing hands tainted your dress, your own fingers curling in the lapels of his coat. You pulled him closer; his body heat the only combat for the rain. “A big ol’ declaration of love in the rain.”

“This isn’t a declaration, Peter,” you pointed out snidely, fumbling with his belt despite your tone. His fingers curled in your dress, dragging it up over your thighs. The fabric clung to your skin. “This is you trying to get your dick wet.”

He laughed, grasping your thighs and lifting you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands taking hold of his shoulders.

“And if this is supposed to be your way of telling me you love me for the first time, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Gotcha,” he replied, his amusement giving way to the heady growl of desire as you wrapped your hand around his cock. He groaned as you pressed the head of his erection into your cunt. “I’ll save it for later.”

Peter thrust into you in one hard stroke, and you moaned, swallowing down rain before pulling him into a kiss. Even as the meaning of his words dawned on you, your thoughts devolved into the simple, hungry notes of pleasure, and you broke away from his mouth to bring his face back down to your throat.

Quill’s teeth dug into the sensitive skin over your pulse point and your head fell back against the wall. Rain hit your face, water running down your cheeks and you blinked against it as your eyes rolled back.

He fucked you in rough, hurried thrusts, his hands digging into the flesh of your ass possessively. A shiver wracked through you, and you could feel his body trembling with the cold of the rain despite the heat of his body against yours.

When you came, the sound of your moan was drowned out by thunder, and you could have sworn you heard Peter whisper three words against your skin.

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