Peter Quill

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Guardians of the Galaxy, Peter Quill x Reader, SMUT

Rated: R (for sexual situations)

Word Count: 3007

anonymous asked: so reader and starlord have been dating for a few months. no sex but lots of flirting/touching. one night they finally go past a makeout session and the reader knows what’s about to happen. she’s scared cause she’s still a virgin and to expose herself cause she has a lot of stretch marks on her tummy and hips. she kinda breaks down but quill adores her stripes anyway.

Sorry it took so long to finish this one, but I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

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marydutch asked:

How would the Pratt Pack deal with bae having trouble sleeping? Not because of nightmares or anything, but because of short nights, too much going on in her mind when her head finally hits her pillow, stress and all that...

Andy: He’s the type to lay cuddled up with her and hum quietly to help her to sleep.  The combination of his warmth and the soothing vibrations of his voice usually lull her to sleep.  If he’s awake when she gets home, he’ll also have a glass of warm milk for her.

Peter: More often than not, Peter is awake right with her.  He can’t really help himself go to sleep all the time either, so he sits up and talks with her.  Sometimes being able to vent things to each other helps them unwind until they can finally drift off.

Owen: Being the hands on sort of guy that he is, Owen immediately maneuvers to massage her back and shoulders, sometimes even her hands and feet.  Strong but gentle fingers work out all the kinks caused by stress and irritation.  

I needed to get this out...

“You… You little shit.”

The ‘doctor’ in front of Peter smiled cruelly, lacing his fingers together.

“It’s much too late to do much of anything, Star-Lord. Thank-you for supplying us with our subject.”

Peter frowned deeply, took out his blaster and pointed it directly at the doctor.

“Where the hell is he?”

He only laughed, and sat down in the nearby chair, obviously fine with being killed. His mission was complete. Peter realized with a sickening feeling that this doctor felt his only purpose was to recapture Rocket.

Peter took one last look at him, tsked, and made his way out the door. It was too late to contact the others – they had left the planet for a last-minute mission, leaving Peter to retrieve Rocket after his re-calibration surgery on his cybernetics. They had been damaged, but luckily, Xandar had doctors that could help him.

Unfortunately, the doctors were false; they were Halfworlders, and somehow they had managed to bypass Xandar’s security systems. Now Rocket was with them in some operation room, probably scared out of his mind. The lack of explosions in the building told Peter that Rocket was probably restrained.

He rushed down the hallway, found a hospital map, and saw one of the rooms was glowing, which meant it was occupied. He quickly made his way there, only to find it was empty. He tried the next one, but to no avail. He was running out of time.

He suddenly stopped when he heard muffled whimpers. He froze, listening for where it was coming from. He moved closer to the door with the sounds, and stepped inside.

The whimpers intensified, and Peter found himself looking at Rocket, restrained by his limbs to a hospital bed, muzzled and dressed in a small hospital gown. His eyes were wide with fear, but Rocket immediately began to calm down when he realized it was Peter.

“Oh God, Rocket… Oh, God…”

He rushed over and began to undo Rocket’s restraints.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispered harshly. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…”

He tore off the muzzle and helped Rocket sit up. He winced, obviously not feeling well, and still in pain. Peter heard voices outside, and hastily picked Rocket up and rushed out of the room.

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anonymous asked:

How would the Pratt Pack help bae when she has an anxiety attack?

Andy: He does his best to stay calm, because seeing her in this state worries him.  He sits with her, facing her, trying to reassure her.  “Babe, you’re doing a good job.  You can make it out of this.”  He knows breathing helps, but the only special breathing he knows about is the kind women do when giving birth, so he tries that to help you.  It isn’t necessarily what she needs, but it’s at least a little bit effective in distracting her.

Peter: Needing a job in a situation like this, so he doesn’t start freaking out, Peter will find whatever medicine bae might be taking and bring it to her.  And because he doesn’t know himself what will help, he often finds himself saying “Tell me what you need now.”  But it is usually just for him to sit with her quietly.

Owen:  Years in the service, surrounded by people often susceptible to bouts of extreme stress and anxiety, Owen is somewhat of an expert on what to do. She is calmly, but quickly moved to a quiet place that is familiar to her.  He speaks in an even tone with short encouraging sentences, brings her whatever she may ask for, and sometimes gently orders her to lift her hands over her head or to stand up and sit back down. He knows she starting to pull out of it when she becomes annoyed with the ridiculous movements.