#gotg reader insert

Part Four:

As Yondu’s skilled, blue hands worked in attempts to free Y/N from the rest of her clothes he murmured sweet nothings to her, from telling her how beautiful she was to how lucky she made him feel. He was planting a string of kisses along her collarbone when he was stopped in his tracks.

Hearing the door to his quarters open he instinctively used his body to cover Y/N from potential prying eyes as Y/N sort of drew her limbs up to hide herself under Yondu in the event that it was a member of the crew. It wasn’t. It was little Peter Quill crying and looking for the mother figure in his life to sooth him, again.

Yondu let out a string of expletives most of which Peter probably shouldn’t have heard at hid young age and told him to wait outside the door that Y/N would be right out to him.

After the boy left Yondu released Y/N from underneath him clearly annoyed that he was once again interrupted while trying to ‘love on’ his woman. After adjusting his pants which obviously told on his intentions for the time, he and Y/N were spending together. Y/N noticed this and blushed top to toe once again which made Yondu chuckle at the situation.

“Darlin’, yer eventually goin to stay that shade of pink, especially with that kid around…” He laughed as he handed Y/N her top and helped her get redressed. Kissing her temple once she was clothed in an effort to offer some affection.

Y/N gave a soft smile and shook her head, “You should probably stay here into umm, that,” She gestured to his tented pants, “subsides. So not ready for that conversation with him yet…”

Y/N righted herself smoothing out her hair and exited Yondu’s quarters to go take care of little Pete. After the door closed behind Y/N Yondu let out a yell of frustration because this wasn’t the first time that the boy had hindered Yondu’s attempts with Y/N. It seems every time over the last week that boy had come running in looking for Y/N for some reason or another. Yondu mulled over his frustrations at the situation and decided that a cold shower would be what’s best for him for now.

Y/N had Pete in his room and was sitting with him talking and sooth the young boy who she knew was still trying to process everything even if it had been a year since he was taken from earth. Losing your mom that young took a long time to process through. Y/N knew that firsthand though she was a bit older that what Peter had been when he lost his mom.

As she spoke with him about randoms things the boy asked innocently enough, “Y/N, are you and Yondu in love?” His green eyes sparkled with curiosity as he anxiously waited for an answer.

Y/N took a deep breath and tried to come up with the best way to answer him. “Well Pete, I think so, but you can’t tell anyone I answered that question. The rest of the crew isn’t in the know yet and we don’t what them to know yet, Okay?”

As Y/N answered him as vaguely as she could the little boy got excited and responded with, “I hope you are, Poppa Yondu needs you. You make him less grumpy, and I want you to stay with us forever…” He hugged Y/N’s neck and whispered in her ear as if it was a secret, “I’m glad you are here to take care of me like my mom would have. I don’t know what I’d do without you Y/N.”

Y/N smiled and hugged him back. It filled her heart to hear this boy tell her these things and wondered what Yondu would think knowing that this was how the little fellow felt. She held Pete as long as he let her, cherishing this moment as long as she could she knew these moments were going to become sparse in the not-too-distant future because he was going to be growing up.

When he was finally ready to let go, he started to rub his eyes as sleep was closing in fast for the boy and she knew it. As Y/N went through his bedtime routine with him finishing with tucking him in and telling him good night. Y/N left the room quietly letting Pete fall swiftly into dreamland only noticing that Yondu had been just outside the door after it closed.

Jumping after noticing him she offered a soft smile asking him how long he had been standing there and hiding her face when he informed her that he had been there long enough to hear Pete’s feelings on them as a couple. He couldn’t help but smile.

“That boy is tryin ta play matchmaker from the sounds a thangs, Darlin.” Yondu seemed thrilled with that. “Now if only we could get him to improve his timing…” Yondu gave Y/N a mischievous grin and put his arms around her.

Y/N gave him a small fake smile which raised alarm with Yondu prompting him to pull back from her and offered a questioning look trying to hide his concern but failing.

Y/N sighed and motioned for Yondu to walk with her, “Cap, that’s a lot of expectations on us. You know if, for whatever reason, we don’t work out its not only going to hurt us, it’s going to break his heart too.”

The realization hit Y/N hard in that moment and she started to pull away from Yondu and into herself. She hadn’t thought how it would affect Peter if the worst happened and now that she was it was frightening to her. It wouldn’t be just her and Yondu that would be hurt in this situation. The weight of it made her so anxious Yondu could feel it rolling off her.

Pushing his own feelings out of the way and reached to calm her out of instinct. “Hey, it’s gonna be fine, Darlin’. What we got goin on, ain’t gonna go bad. You an me are the stuff o’ legend. They’ll be writin stories bout us one day.” He realized in that moment she wasn’t second guessing them as a couple, she was questioning the possible aftermath if things didn’t end in their favor. He knew this had to be a Terran thing and did his best to shut down his negative feelings as he did not want to compound her already anxious feelings. “Come on Darlin’, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed too…”

To Be Continued…

@capitanostella

You were half-lost in inconsequential thought when you felt an insistent tug on the hem of your jeans. You smiled down at Groot, standing carefully and stretching your arms out above you. You groaned contentedly as you did, feeling a kink in the middle of your back ease.

It was your own fault that you were stiff; you’d been curled up in one of the cockpit seats since breakfast, shooting the shit with Quill and Rocket on a long-haul flight to a planet called Sakaar in the hopes of picking up some new work. Apparently, it was mostly junkers, but word had it the big wigs on the planet hired contractors pretty often. A couple of hours curled up in that chair, one leg thrown over the armrest… well, it would probably make anyone sore. Still, you’d had fun, as you always did. The three of you had just been talking about nothing in particular… although, truthfully, you’d spent most of the time just listening to the two of them squabble as you watched them fly the ship.

Rocket glanced your way as he heard your groan, his eyebrow quirked. It might have been concern, but maybe he was just exasperated. Or annoyed – you had technically interrupted him. You offered him a small, cheery smile and he rolled his eyes, a smile of his own touching at the edge of his mouth. You bent down to scoop Groot up off the floor when he took hold of your pantleg again.

“I’m gonna go and get lunch started,” you explained quietly as Groot grinned up at you, his tiny hand tangling in your hair as you placed him on your shoulder. “Try not to insult each other too much while I’m gone. I wouldn’t want to miss a good one.”

Quill turned his head to give you a crooked smirk in response. “All my insults are good ones.”

“Oh, please,” you shot back. “Half your references are so old and obscure even I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about half the time.”

His jaw dropped in offense, and you laughed. You were about ten years younger than Quill, and he took every single one of those years as some kind of personal offense. So, of course, you tended to play it up.

Rocket scoffed, shaking his head at the two of you. “You both make no sense.”

“I don’t know how you put up with us, Rock.” you said with a wink, and he smirked despite himself, ducking his head. “I’m gonna try making that spicy thing you liked again. I’ll bring up some for the two of you when it’s done.”

“You don’t even like spicy food.” Rocket pointed out and you shrugged the shoulder Groot wasn’t sitting on.

“Yeah, but you do.”

Rocket watched you leave, his brow furrowed. “I don’t get it.”

Quill adjusted the controls in front of him, settling comfortably back into his seat. “Get what?”

“Why Y/N… does that.”

“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific.”

Rocket rubbed at one of his eyes with his paw, shaking his head. “Just, that—”

***

You sidestepped a wrench as it clattered across the floor, a smirk playing on your lips. This was exactly why you never went around barefoot; steel-capped boots were pretty much a must on the Milano. Rocket’s head was in an open panel, his paw buried in his toolbox and his back to you. “You wanna watch where you’re throwing those things, man?”

He spoke without looking up, sarcasm lacing his tone. “Why do that when you can just watch where you’re walkin’?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You’re seriously a charmer, Rocket.”

“You know it, doll.” he replied without looking up.

“How’s it coming?”

Rocket huffed, turning to dig deeper into his tool chest. His fur was mussed, sticking up around one ear – a sure sign he’d been at this for a while. Whenever he was frustrated, he’d tug at that spot of fur absently. “Would be fine if I could find the damn plasma—”

“You mean this?” you bent down to pick up the tool from where it was half-hidden under a crate. You held it up pointedly until he turned around, surprise lighting on his features. “Is this what you were looking for?”

“I—yeah?” Rocket said, his tone softer than before. You handed it to him, leaning back against the crate. “Since when do you know anything about tools?”

“I looked it up a while ago. Taught myself.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

You shrugged, leaning back against the crate. “So, I could help you.”

***

“This is disgustin’!” Rocket snarled, clawing at his fur irritably. He, like the rest of the crew, was covered in thick, dark purple goo. It was viscous and sticky; it was the remainder of some seriously disgusting alien pods that you’d all been contracted to destroy. They were a pest species popular on the black market; they could do some serious damage to a planet if left unchecked.

You’d found them in a cavern about thirty miles outside a small city, hanging from the ceiling in nets. You’d dealt with the smugglers and Quill had opened fire on the closest net. It had exploded, leaving you all retching and covered in the goop.

“Why the hell did we take this job?”

“For about thirty thousand units,” you said dryly, rubbing a towel through your soaking hair.

Quill had called “Captain’s Rights” and claimed the first shower, so you’d filled a bucket with steaming water and lugged it to your bunk. You’d stripped out of your mission gear and spent twenty minutes scrubbing the gunk off your skin. It had taken half a bottle of body wash and you’d ruined your loofah before you’d even gotten a chance at the shower.

It had taken another fifteen minutes and a lot of shampoo to finally remove the goo from the locks it had gotten caught in. Drax was in there now, and while Gamora and Quill were getting the ship back in the air again, Rocket was left in the cargo bay, furious over his condition. He’d been standing behind Drax when the first pod had exploded, so he’d been spared most of the goop, but it still clung to sections of his fur stubbornly.

“Yeah, well, it isn’t enough.” he grumbled, cursing as the goo glued his paw to the fur of his neck. He grunted as he pulled it free, taking a little fur with him. You hid a small, amused smirk as he did. “This shit is never comin’ off.”

“This might help,” you suggested, setting a fresh bucket of hot water and a cup down next to him. You held out your now half-empty bottle of shampoo. “And so will this.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged. “It’s all I had. You might just have to deal with smelling like vanilla and grapefruit for a little while. Sorry. But it’s probably a good thing, because that gunk really stinks.”

Rocket snickered despite himself, shaking his head as he took the bottle from you. “Fine.”

“You’re welcome.” He gave you an exasperated look, and you smiled, sitting cross-legged on the floor. You watched him struggle with the cap for a moment, the goop on his paws sticking to the plastic. “Dude… do you want a hand?”

His ears rose in surprise before they lowered back against his skull again, his expression turning apprehensive. You held up your hands in surrender. “I’m just saying, it took me almost half an hour to scrub that shit off, and I’m not covered in fur. You wanna do it yourself, by all means. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

You made move to stand, and he groaned dramatically in annoyance. He didn’t say anything, he just held out the bottle petulantly. You smiled softly, taking it from him. You could feel his eyes on you, wary, as you filled the cup with hot water and squirted shampoo into your palm. “Relax, Rocket. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He huffed a sigh, his shoulders lowering slowly. He held out an arm, letting you gently take hold of his wrist. “I know.”

***

“Groot! Set your ass down, would ya?”

You paused in the corridor as you heard Rocket bark irritably. Stepping into the doorway of their shared bunk, you watched in amusement as Groot terrorized his surrogate father. The raccoon was curled up in his hammock with his back to you – you’d relieved him at about three a.m. to take your turn ‘piloting’. Mostly, you just had to make sure the autopilot stayed on course and that nothing unexpected came your way. That was about six hours ago, and by the looks of things, he hadn’t actually gotten much in the way of sleep yet.

Groot on the other hand, was in high spirits, bouncing around the room and chattering excitedly. Rocket groaned, shoving a pillow over his head.

Rolling your eyes at the two of them, you whistled, catching the Flora Colossus’ attention. He immediately ran towards you, vines clinging to your leg. You saw Rocket’s ear perk up under the pillow at the sound as you let Groot clamber enthusiastically up your arm. “C’mon, sprout. Leave your Rocket alone and I’ll make breakfast.”

Rocket rolled over, his head peeking out from under the pillow. He watched you through one lazily opened eye, his fur mussed. “What’re you doin’?”

You tickled Groot’s belly with your fingertip, grinning tiredly as he giggled. You spoke through a yawn. “Distracting the child so you can get some sleep.”

“But you’re tired.”

“Not as tired as you,” you shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ll just take a nap later. This is what coffee’s for, anyway.”

Rocket gave you a small, weary smile. “You’re a doll.”

“And that right there is why I do it,” you teased with a smile of your own. You reached up to stroke the soft fur of his ear, and he sighed, settling back into the hammock. His eyes closed slowly, his lips curving softly. “’Night, Rock.”

“Night.”

***

“—that thing they do.”

Quill sniggered, shaking his head and setting the ship to autopilot before standing. “You really are thick, man.”

Rocket raised a brow, offended, following after him as he headed for the ladder down to the ship’s main quarters. The scent of warm spices already teased at his nose. “What’re you talkin’ about, humie?”

“C’mon, Ranger Rick. Is it really that hard to figure out?” Quill asked over his shoulder. He sighed when he caught Rocket just staring at him blankly. “They do it because they like you. It really can’t be that much of a shock.”

Rocket stopped, his cheeks warming under his fur. “You—you’re just—I—”

Quill turned to grin down at him as he reached the kitchen. “You seriously didn’t know? Oh, man, this is going to be fun.”

You looked up from the stove, ladling curry into a bowl. “What’s going to be fun?”

Quill winked at you, accepting the bowl from you as he stepped past you to sit at the table beside Gamora. She rolled her eyes at him, a light smirk curving her lips as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You’ll see.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, amused. You turned to Rocket, who still hovered in the doorway. Groot had run over to him as soon as he’d seen him and was now perched happily on his shoulder. “You didn’t have to come down, I would’ve brought it up to you.”

Rocket ducked his head, glancing at Quill briefly before shrugging. He rubbed at the back of his head bashfully. “’s fine. We, uh… we figured we could all eat together.”

You grinned, taking a seat and patting the space beside you. “Great. If the curry doesn’t blow your head off this time, I give up.”

He snickered, sitting up next to you. Groot ran out onto the table, set on bothering Drax while he tried to eat. You lightly touched a finger at the edge of Rocket’s ear, smirking as it flicked forward in reaction. He swiped at your hand with his paw, cheeks warming once more.

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Rocket and Nebula had been the only ones to survive the snap; they were five years older, harder. Stronger. They had had the time to mourn. For you, Peter, Drax, Mantis and Groot the war never stopped. There had been no respite.

It was stopping Thanos on one planet. Failing. Then racing to stop him and a grand army on another planet. And you had seen her.

Gamora.

Living, breathing, fighting. But she didn’t remember you. Any of you.

“She’s from the past.” Nebula had informed you during your brief encounter on the battlefield. A throbbing pain of relief struck through your chest like lightning. You could have sobbed; you were so grateful. Nebula turned to Gamora. “A friend.”

In that moment you realized the indifference on her face. And at Nebula’s insight, you saw her lip twitch in dismay.

Then a blast tore the earth beside you and it was back to battle.

When the dust settled, the war over, she was gone.

And it was all confusing.

“Do we mourn her; do we look for her?” You felt like your mind and heart were going in circles, tangling in logic and hope.

“Yes.” Nebula answered. It didn’t help. But it did help. She sat stoically beside you on a bench underneath a bare tree, facing the calm surface of the lake. Dressed respectively in black garb for Tony Stark’s funeral. Gamora was her sister. And she had grown close to Tony Stark. Sniffling, you wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself and leaned your head on her shoulder. She didn’t lean in. But she allowed you to take her hand.

“We should do something.” Drax was saying when you entered the kitchen area. Mantis and Groot were seated at the table; Mantis hanging on to Drax’s every word and Groot looking bored. Drax turned to you. “Do you agree?”

“He’s mourning.” You say instead, busying yourself with setting a kettle of water to heat. It had been weeks since leaving Earth. And Peter was the only one getting worse with each passing day instead of better. You couldn’t admit you were starting to worry. That would mean you would have to do something about it.

 “He isn’t mourning. He is wallowing. It’s sickening.”

Reaching up to the cabinets overhead, you rummaged through tin boxes and cardboard for some tea. The movement sent fire across a nerve in your right arm, shooting up to your shoulder.

“Fuck,” cradling your arm to your chest, you leaned over the counter and tensely waited for the pain to subside.

“You should get that looked at.” Mantis observed.

Biting your lip in a grimace, you exhaled sharply. “Yeah, thanks.” Your left arm shot up to retrieve the small box from the top shelf, nearly slamming it back down before you.

“I’ve got it. You should sleep with Quill!”

You whipped around. Mantis was staring between the two of you, eyes wide and mouth small. Groot’s boredom transitioned to one of interest as he lifted his head from resting on his hand.

“Here’s a better idea, Drax.” You volleyed. “Why don’t you sleep with him.”

Drax crossed his arms and jerked his head to the side as if he were flipping imaginary hair over his shoulder. “I would do it if it got him out of his slump. But he isn’t in love with me.”

“I am Groot!” Groot spat before pushing his chair back and stomping out of the kitchen.

“Alright, what the hell did I just walk into?” Rocket’s voice piped up as he passed Groot.

“Y/N is going to sleep with Quill. That will surely make him feel better.”

“Shut up, Drax, I’m not doing that.” You finally found your tongue to respond.

“Make him feel better, sure. It would probably make her feel worse though.” Rocket spoke, ignoring your protest.

The kettle began to whistle.

“For fuck’s sake, you guys.” You pulled the kettle off the burner and shut off the heat. But you weren’t in the mood for tea anymore. “Peter is not in love with me. Drax, take your shot.”

“Oh man, you told her?”

Your eyes shot to Rocket as he took up a spot at the table. Drax dropped his hands to his hips and faced him.

“She already knows.”

“Drax, you idiot!”

“No, she does not.” Mantis hesitantly disagreed.

“What the hell are you all talking about?” You demanded, anger rising as they continued to talk about you as if you weren’t standing right there.

“Of course she does. How can she not? Everybody knows. Quill is in love with both her and Gamora. And both her and Gamora are in love with Quill.” He turned back to you, unaware of the mud he was dragging your emotions through. “We’ve been watching your dance for years. Rocket and I have a wager.”

“Oh my God, where is your off button!” Rocket screeched.

The blood had rushed to your head so that not only was your face hot, you were starting to get a headache. “What was the wager?”

Hearing the meekness of your voice, Rocket’s hackles slowly lowered. His fangs slipped back inside his lips and his ears flattened. “A wager on who Quill would choose.”

“I was betting on you. You and Peter are both dancers. It makes perfect sense.” Mantis placed a hand on Drax’s arm to get him to stop before he could do any more damage.

There was nothing in you to say. You had been beaten and bloody on many battlefields before, but never had you felt so exposed. Storming out of the kitchen, you didn’t stop even when you crashed into Peter on his way in.

It was enough to pull him from his stupor as he blinked and watched you turn the corner out of sight.

“What’s up with her?” He asked.

Mantis nervously looked to Drax while Rocket shook his head. 

You holed yourself up in your room. The only light came streaming in purple from a passing galaxy. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you ran a medical scanner along the bare skin of your right arm. Every scan was coming up clean. But when you stretched your arm, you could feel the dull pain waiting to flare up if you moved too quickly.

You were considering asking for Nebula’s help when there was a knock on your door.

Shutting off the scanner, you waited to see if whoever it was would simply walk away. A second knock. And this time he called your name.

Dropping the scanner onto the bed cover, you pulled your sweater back on over your tank top and strode to the door. Hesitating, you leaned your head in and asked what he wanted.

“Can we talk?” He asked after a beat of silence.

Listening to the beat of your heart, you sighed and punched the button, opening the door between you so that you stood face to face. For the first time in weeks, his eyes landed on yours. They weren’t dull or lost. They were dark and searching.

He hadn’t stared at you like that for a long time.

“Can I come in?”

Your heart beat faster in your chest. “No.”

Blinking, he rocked back on his heels. “So, we’ll just talk right here in your doorway?”

You willed your heart to quit its shit. “Yeah.”

He rolled his tongue over his teeth, dropped his head and sighed. “Okay. It’s about Gamora.”

“You found her.” Hope bubbled in your throat.

“No. Wait, you knew?”

“That you’ve been searching for her?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

His eyes narrowed. You were acting as if it was a no brainer that you noticed. “Why…didn’t you say anything?”

Your forehead creased. “Because…I was letting you deal? What…what would you have wanted me to say?”

Exhaling sharply, he crossed his arms. “I don’t know. That it’s okay to move on, maybe? She’s made her choice to disappear. Maybe I should honor that? Stop chasing a ghost?”

You mirrored his stance. Sorting through his words and demeanor, it surprised you to conclude he was kind of pissed. “Okay, maybe you should come in.”

You stepped aside to let him in, then took a huge intake of breath to calm down before shutting the door. He stood at the center of the room, his eyes wandering around before finally settling on you. The purple light from the window washed over him, making his eyes and the shadows on his face darker.

“What did you want to tell me about Gamora?”

“Apparently nothing you didn’t already know.” You raised your eyebrows, refraining from responding to the bait. His face scrunched and his hand lifted to support his head. “How could you not tell me that you knew? Why let me keep searching?”

“Because maybe I needed you to find her.” At his stunned silence, you licked your lips and continued honestly. “I miss her. And I didn’t want to go looking for her…because…because say we find her and she rejects us. All of us. I was stuck between mourning her and wanting to look for her and I chose…I chose the safer option. I saw you looking for her. And I thought…if there is anyone who can bring her back…it’s you.”

Your vision blurred. When you dropped your head and blinked, the tears fell to the floor.

“I should have talked to you. We all could see how it was tearing you apart…looking for her by yourself. And I’m sorry for not approaching you sooner. We can talk right now, you and me.”

Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes. His cheeks flushed at his bottom lip quivered. Hesitantly, you reached your hand out. His eyes stayed glued to yours as he reached out to take it.

You led him to sit at the edge of the bed, where you had sat before his arrival. When he sank into the mattress, the scanner slid to his rest against his thigh. He picked it up and looked to you in question.

“My arm has been bugging me.” You informed sheepishly. “Haven’t been able to get a solid reading though.”

“That’s not good, we only have one scanner.” His voice was thick with unshed tears. He switched the device on, then motioned for you to let him scan your arm.

“What?”

“We gotta make sure this works before one of us gets hurt again.”

“We’re supposed to be talking.”

“I’m going to prove you wrong first, then we can get to the talking.”

Groaning in protest, you pulled the sweater off so that he could scan your bare arm.

“I already scanned front and back.”

“Mmhm.”

Shaking your head, you let him read the results himself. When the device flashed green up into his face, he frowned. He then rolled to kneel behind you.

“What are you doing?”

“Sometimes the cause of pain isn’t directly where you feel the pain.” His fingers brushed the fabric of your tank top to the side and ran the scanner along your shoulder blade.

“Where’d you hear that from?” You tried to joke. But at his silence, the joke fell flat and you felt like curling into a ball. “Yeah, she would know something like that.”

“I’ve got it.” He spoke quietly. He held the scanner over your shoulder for you to see. “Compressed nerves in your shoulder.”

Even on the verge of tears, Peter could find a way to get under you skin.

Taking the scanner from him, you set it down in your lap and read through the options for remedies. Peter remained kneeling behind you, his chin dropping to his chest as he worked up the courage to say his peace.

“I felt guilty at the thought of moving on. It’s been five years for everyone else but…it was just a few weeks ago that she was on this ship. And then she was there on Earth. She was back. And we had a chance to…I wanted you to tell me that it was okay. I needed someone to tell me that it was okay to mourn her and let her go. Otherwise…I can’t.”

Shutting off the scanner, you slowly turned to face him. His fists were clenched, pushed deep into the mattress on either side of him. His shoulders, hunched. A flop of curls fell forward over his eyes, making him appear to be a lost child.

But you couldn’t tell him what he needed to hear.

The first time you met Peter Quill, you were in hiding, employed as a miner, excavating precious cells on the skull planet Knowhere. His first solo mission had been to locate and return you to a groom who had paid a large quantity to have you. Your meeting hadn’t gone so well.

He’d cornered you in a tavern. You kicked out the leg of his barstool and got him in trouble with a larger, temperamental species. Your options quickly dwindled as the night progressed.

Quill wasn’t the only merc hired to capture you. You’d gone from one set of handcuffs to another and another. No matter how many times you broke free and ran away, someone else was always lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce.

So, you settled with Quill. He was the youngest. You could talk him into at least getting you off the planet before calling his catch in.

But the idiot got his spaceship towed and you were reduced to helping him get it back.

You remember wondering who you had been in your past life to have such despicable luck. A conqueror maybe. That would explain the constant shackles around your wrists.

Using the contacts you had established on Knowhere, you were able to set up a meeting in a night club. You had insisted going in without the cuffs. Quill had called you stupid for thinking he would be so stupid.

“They’re not going to trust me if I show up in cuffs and you’re holding the key, asshole.”

You could laugh at his face now. He had been so utterly offended.

You kissed him in that night club. Because you had to. You recognized some of the mercenaries from earlier that night, but you couldn’t leave without meeting your contact. You’d pulled him up against a dark corner, grabbing both sides of his face to bring his lips crashing down against yours. It was a clacking of teeth and jerking limbs. You had held onto his head for dear life, closing your eyes and praying the mercenaries would pass you by.

To this day, you don’t know if he saw what you were doing or if he simply reacted. But eventually, he was the one pushing you up against the wall, his hands around your waist and tongue slipping into your mouth. The base of the speakers reverberated in your chest as you slowly pulled away. Vision hazy and mouths breathing in shared air, you were certain you forgot your own name.

Yellow flashed to red and swiveled away, leaving his face dark before green speckled across his forehead and pulsed with the beat

Glass shattering behind the bar brought you back to yourself and you spotted your contact walking through the door.

Peter stirred in your arms, pulling you from your memories of that night. When you couldn’t offer Peter what he needed to hear, you had wrapped him in an embrace instead. He broke down, crying into your shoulder. You held him for as long as he needed to be held. That meant eventually laying down in your bed when he cried himself to exhaustion.

He lay over you like a big, warm, heavy blanket, his head resting on your chest and his arm wrapping tightly around your waist; legs entangled. His breathing changed and you could feel his fingers lightly caressing your side.

You realized he was matching the soothing tempo of your hand running up and down his back. His pleas ran over and over in your mind. You knew he was still waiting for you to tell him what to do.

But your mind raced back to that night. When you and Peter finally got off planet and he was faced with the moral dilemma of turning you in. You had pleaded with him then. But you hadn’t used your words.

Finding him at the helm, you had straddled him in the seat and kissed him deeply. Hands grazing, lips searching, you let him touch you the way no one ever had. He carved out a place in your heart that night, searing it permanently when he let you free the next morning.

Drax’s words echoed back at you.

“Everybody knows. Quill is in love with both her and Gamora. And both her and Gamora are in love with Quill.”

Your hand stilled on Peter’s back.

“Everybody knows.”

“Peter?” Your voice trembled.

Searching for you…

He hummed in answer; the vibration warm between your bodies.

You couldn’t tell him what to do about Gamora. But you could tell him why.

His head lifted. Your eyes locked.

Tell him.

Wanting more you…

A digital beep chirped, distracting you. Peter pulled away, rolling onto his side to grasp a device on his belt. He pulled it up between them. Their eyes studied the device, then each other.

“What is it?” You asked.

His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly hung open as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “The computer found Gamora.”

You were sitting quietly on the lower deck of the ship taking a nap with Rocket when you were startled awake by Drax’s loud bumbling footsteps.  Rocket jumped to his feet, ready for anything.  You jolted up hitting your head on bunk above you. “Son of a bitch.”  You mumbled, rubbing where you hit it, feeling the bump start to form already.  Rocket yawned, jumped down and waited for you to get up.  “Come on, come on.  You gotta go tell that oaf of a brick wall to walk like a normal person.”  Rocket complained as his tapped his foot impatiently. “Yeah, like he’ll listen to me when it comes to anything besides- well anything really.”  You slowly got up off the bed and headed to the ladder that led to the main deck.  

“You don’t give him enough credit.  He listens sometimes.”  Rocket was acting out of character.  “Are you sure you didn’t bump your head too?”  You joked, climbing upstairs.  Rocket just let out a short ‘Ha’ before following you up.  You looked around to see Drax frantically searching the main floor for something.  “Hey big guy, maybe keep the steps light.  Like you’re sneaking up on someone right before you take ‘em out.” You suggested as he continued to rummage through every box he could find.  Drax stopped what he was doing and looked at you first with wide eyes and then confusion.  “Where would I take them?”  He was genuinely confused by your wording.  “It’s another expression for killing someone, sweetheart.”  You clarified, but your pet name earned you another confused look.  “You don’t literally have a sweet heart, it’s like another name to show affection to someone you like.”  You explained.  You found yourself doing that a lot with Drax, though you didn’t mind it.  

Rocket wandered off after your small conversation with Drax, you assumed he was going to check up on baby Groot.  “So yeah, just maybe keep the footsteps a little quieter.  Rocket and I were napping and ya know, neither of us are happy right now for being woken up.”  You tried to stay as kind as possible since he was a large man and couldn’t really help how loud he was when he walked.  “Okay, sweetheart.”  He repeated your phrase back to you and you couldn’t help but smile.  Peter and Gamora walked over then.  Peter was looking rather pleased with himself and you knew that only meant one of two things.  Either he just got laid or you all had a mission.  

“Lay it on us.”  You commented, seeing how giddy he was getting it was a mission and apparently a good one at that.  “Pirate treasure.”  Peter finally spit out with such enthusiasm you almost couldn’t make the words out.   “No. Way.  Really?”  You started to match his grin, but the rest of your group was confused.  Rocket walked in with baby Groot who was finally out of his pot and walking around.  “What did he just say?”  Rocket asked, unsure of why Peter and yourself had been so happy.  “Yes!  Space Pirate treasure!”  Peter started to jump up and down like a child and you couldn’t help but match his movements.    “Real pirates!”  You squealed.  The rest of the team was even more confused now.  But you were too excited to explain to them that all of you could be richer than you ever imagined by the time the mission was over.  

Peter raced over to the ship’s control consol and you followed suit, though you beat him there when you used your gift to teleport yourself there.  “Y/N, we need you to explain.”  Drax called through the main level as he walked to the front of the ship with the rest of your friends behind him.  “Pirates!  Like Ravagers, but on Earth they have more of a reputation for being rich and ruthless. If this mission is what I think it is, we could all be bathing in loot by the time this is over.”  You bounced on your toes while Peter pulled up the coordinates he was given.  “Why would be bathe in loot?”  Drax asked. “I am Groot.”  Groot answered him, but still confused since he couldn’t understand the little tree yet.  “Of course he still takes things as literal.”  You replied to Groot, then directed your attention back to Drax.  “It’s another expression.  Meaning we’ll be richer than ever before.”  You clarified.  

“These, Pirates.  They are like Ravagers, so they are as dangerous?” Drax asked you, unsure of the new concept of Pirates.  “Well, yeah I guess if they have a lot of valuables, then they want to protect them so probably just as dangerous.”  You thought about the question a moment before answering him and when you had you regretted it.  “Then you will not go.  It will be too dangerous.”  Drax countered.  

“Look, you and I and everyone else on this ship know I can take care of myself.  Just because you have- what a few hundred pounds on me- doesn’t mean I can’t kick any less ass than you.”  You said before teleporting behind him, tapping him on the shoulder and then ending up in the place you started.  “I’m a Guardian, same as you.  We saved the universe together, remember?”  You brought up when you all took out Ronan since you had been there by his side helping him in case he forgot.  

“You are my sweetheart, so I worry.”  He explained which caused your face to heat up.  The rest of the team watched the exchange and the tension was growing slightly in the cabin.  “Okay, time to head out before this gets anymore uncomfortable.  Baby Groot you didn’t hear any of that.”  Peter was blowing the slight affection shown by Drax out of proportion before setting some coordinates and taking off.

You took your seat next to Peter, coming up with all sort of crazy ideas as to what the treasure could be. “Maybe it’s a ship full of gold?” You pondered.  

“Or a billion units!” Peter exclaimed, practically salivating at the thought of that much currency.

“Do you think they’re Terran?  I mean, no one else seems to grasp the concept of pirates.  And who would call themselves that if they didn’t know what they were?”  You asked, mostly to yourself since you were sure Peter was still ogling at the prospect of a billion units.  

“I am Goot?”  The small tree interjected.  

“No, it’s not really common now.  More so two hundred years ago.  So they’d have to know of Terra history or be Terran themselves.”  You answered.  You could feel Drax watching you and listening to the conversation, but he was holding back his questions.  

Little Groot looked over to Drax and then back at you.  “I am Groot.” His little voice was full of concern.

“No you idiot.  They don’t need a room to go talk.”  Rocket yelled from his seat as he messed with one of the many guns he had stockpiled.  

“I might do just that, Groot.”  You smiled at the small plant, then appeared next to Drax and grabbed his hand.  In a split second the two of you were below the main deck where Rocket and yourself had been taking a nap earlier.  “You looked like you wanted to talk.”  You let go of his hand and sat on the bed.  

“Give me a warning next time you do that.”  He yelled and you could hear Rocket laughing from upstairs.  You ignored it and so did Drax.  Then he sat next to you, his face lighter.  

“So what questions did you have?”  You finally asked after the both of you sat in silence for a moment.

“You said these Pirates would be as dangerous as the Ravagers.”  Drax stated.  

“Yes, I did say that. But it should be something different if memory serves correctly.  They’ll be less space-like and more Terran.”  You tried to explain but his confused look only stayed.  “Back home they would sail the oceans with huge ships and they would attack other ships, sometimes naval ships run by the countries they would call home.  They had cannons and muskets and swords.”  You went on and noticed the smile on Drax’s face even though you knew he understood about half of what you were saying.  “But more importantly, they were notorious for having vast treasures.”  You continued.  “They would supposedly burry treasures, and sometimes their loot would be lost with their ships when they sunk to the bottom of the ocean.  But out here, they would have to keep their treasure with them unless they found a planet far away enough.”  You pondered how they would hide their loot out here.

You thought he would ask you questions but instead he looked you dead in the eyes, nodded his head for a moment.  “We will find the Pirates and take their loot.”  He smiled, repeating the words you had used.  

“Damn straight.”  You giggled, then teleported the two of you back upstairs. When you got to the front of the ship and looked out the window you saw that Peter had taken you all to a part of the galaxy that had yet to be settled.  “Wow.”  You were caught off guard at how beautiful the scene was.  Drax stood beside you and tilted his head slightly.  

“I am Groot.”  Groot responded to you.  

“It really is a sight.” You added to the small tree being. You then looked around the cabin to see the rest of your companions were in less awe than you or Groot.  But it made sense since they all spent time out here.

“From the information I got, we’re pretty close to the coordinates.”  Peter spoke up.  You looked around in slight disbelief.  “But it doesn’t look like much.”  He added, mimicking your thoughts.  You kept an eye out for any other ship, but you didn’t see anything.  Then the ship started to shake.  

“Guys?”  You held on to Peter’s chair.  

“It’s coming from above us.” Gamora hurried to the back of the ship and you could hear her rummaging around for who knows what.  Then there was a flash, the ship shook once more, then you were no longer on Peter’s ship.  

Your vision went black for a moment, and when you finally opened your eyes you were alone in what looked like barracks.  “Drax?” You called.  “Rocket?  Groot?” You didn’t know your surroundings so you couldn’t risk teleporting and ending up in a wall.  Taking a look around, you noticed you were most likely below deck since there were no windows and rows of hammocks.  “YES!”  You tried to whisper but it came out as almost a yell.  You were on the Pirate’s ship, which meant you and your friends were in danger but you couldn’t help but feel giddy.  You wandered around to see what they were like, since you could always tell how a person was by their living conditions.  

“Y/N?”  Drax was in panic mode.  He looked around the deck of the ship for you but he noticed you and Peter were gone.  “We must go get them.”  Drax was the first to jump into action.  Rocket looked back to Gamora, with some hesitation but nodded in agreement.  

“I am Groot.”  Groot agreed.  “We’ll have to get onto the ship first.”  Rocket added.  

You saw a stairwell that you assumed brought you up to the deck of the ship, hesitantly you took it, knowing you could get yourself back down here in an instant if you needed to. “Peter.”  You whispered, heading up the set of stairs but you quickly made yourself quiet when you heard more voices.  Creeping up the steps you started to see more and more shadows of who you assumed were the pirates.  Peeking around the corner you saw a handful of terrans.  And you thought to yourself that you were right.  Which also meant that you might be able to talk yourself out of this situation you’ve found yourself in.  “Anyone bother to check up on the two people we just took aboard?” One man asked from behind the control consol.  “Sure thing, Captain,”  Another replied.

You heard a pair of footsteps come closer to you and you teleported back down stairs.  A few seconds later a man dressed in fancy slacks, a black vest, and black dress shirt with a red tie was standing in front of you.  “Uh. Hi.”  You waved awkwardly at him.  “Care to tell me why you brought me and my colleague aboard?”  You asked, hoping to get an answer out of him.  

“The names Ash.”  He greeted, ignoring your question.  

“Where’s my colleague?” You asked, hoping he would answer this time.  

“The deck below us.” He answered as he strode towards you. “Are you also from earth?”  He asked, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.  You quickly teleported back as far away from him as you could.  

“What’s it to you?” You asked, watching him more closely now.  

“Your friend there was and asked a hell of a lot of questions about pirates.”  Ash responded after he took in your power for a second.

“Yeah, I’m from Earth. I take it you are too, by the way you’re dressed and the way this room is.”  You said, motioning towards the very obvious earth items.  “Now, why are we here?”  You asked again, hoping this time he would answer.  He started to move closer to you but stopped when there was a thump on the side of the ship.  “Why are we here?”  You asked again, louder this time.  Then you heard Peter yell your name from below you, but he voice was strained.  

“You’re here to help us get the biggest treasure any of us have ever dreamed of.”  Ash answered then walked back up, leaving you there.  But he left you free and conscious.  

“Big mistake, buddy.” You snickered and tried to find a way down stairs.  Wandering around the barracks again you found a door that you hoped led you to Peter. You tried to open it, but it was locked so you pictured yourself behind it, hoping that there was nothing directly behind it.  Letting out a sigh of relief to see the stairs and that you managed to not be impaled by anything.  You quickly headed downstairs to find Peter tied to a post.  “Oh man.”  You took in the sight of him and ran over to undo his restraints.  

“Did they hurt you?” Peter asked when you finally got him free and he could look you over.  

“No.  Are you okay?”  You asked, looking for any sign they hurt him too.  

“Yeah, now let’s get the money and get out of here.”  He smiled, but it fell when he saw you didn’t return his grin.  

“We have to leave, get back to the others.  I have a bad feeling about these guys.”  You told him, grabbing his hand and getting ready to teleport the both of you back to the deck of his ship.  He ripped his hand away just as he felt you gather your energy.  “At least let me go get them then?”  You asked, knowing you and Peter wouldn’t be able to take all of them on your own.  He gave you a skeptical look but nodded his head in agreement anyway.  You were then gone in an instant but back with Rocket just as quick.  Peter informed him of the plan as you grabbed everyone else.  And once everyone was there Peter and yourself went back over the whole plan.  

“We’re taking their loot guys, as of now we’re also pirates.”  You should have seen you were going down the rabbit hole, since you yourself had said you had a bad feeling about those guys.  

“This is not smart.” Drax said, mostly to you.  He always worried about you.  You gave him a look before teleporting upstairs, now that you knew the layout you didn’t have to worry about being impaled .  You were back in the barracks, then snuck up the stairs to the upper deck.  You got a good look so you could use your gift later if you needed to, then went back down with the group.  

“There are six of them on the upper deck.  Which should be easy peasy, since Groot alone, could take on six guys with his eyes closed.” You shrugged, sitting cross-legged on the floor, ready to go over the plan again now that you knew how many you were dealing with and the layout of the deck.  “Drax and I will go up and take out the two who are patrolling, one of them is the guy who was with me downstairs.  Rocket, you take Groot and take out the two closest to the control panel. Peter, you’ll get the scary looking guy with the arm tattoos and Gamora will take on the last one with the weird Mohawk.”  You got up, went to the door that was locked and tried to open it from this side with no luck.  “I’ll get everyone on the other side, then it’s a clear shot to the upper deck.”  You said before grabbing Drax’s hand and bringing him to the other side of the door.  

Once everyone was in the barracks room, you all made your way up the stairs and continued with the plan.

It didn’t take long to take out all six guys.  You chose to knock out Ash, but before you could get behind him he managed to slice you with a hidden blade he concealed in his sleeve.  Drax saw this and you could tell his vision went red.  “Go back to the ship.”  He ground out, holding the guy in a choke hold.  

“I’m fine, he just grazed me.”  You argued back, while punching Ash square in the face.  The rest of the gang watched on after already doing their part.

“You will go back to the ship, the mission is over.”  He didn’t bother keeping his voice down in case there were more.  He dropped the pirate he was holding and moved towards you. You quickly backed up towards the door the two pirates were guarding and opened it.  But you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw what was inside.  

“Guys.”  Your voice was just above a whisper.  Groot and Rocket were quick by your side.  “I am Groot.”  Groot’s tone was somber.  “Yeah, this is big.”  You replied to the small being.  You looked around the rather large room and saw cages, both full and empty. Creatures from every part of the galaxy of all sizes resided in this room and you assumed that they were endangered. “We found our loot, I guess.”  You entered the room and took in the site of all the creatures.  Drax was quickly by your side, hovering.  “Drax I’m fine.  We have to get these little guys home though.”  You saw the sad eyes peering at you and your friends.  When you got to the back of the room, Drax still hovering, you saw the crates stacked up to the ceiling.  Peering indie you couldn’t help but smile.  “This whole room has to go back to the ship.”  You sounded so triumphant.

“What’d you find?” Peter strode over and peered inside a different crate.  “We’ll never have to work again.”  He laughed, after taking in all of the precious items the crates had to offer. You and the rest of the group managed to get everything from the room onto the ship before the pirates woke up.

You made it safely away and that was when Drax blew up.  “You can’t put yourself in danger like that!”  He yelled. “What if he had cut you worse?  I don’t know what I would do if I lost you too.” His tone lowered at the thought of losing yet another person in his life he cared for.  

“I can take care of myself, Drax.  And you’ve gotten hurt worse than I have.  You don’t see me babying you, or hovering.  When either of us do that, we’re in more risk.  You can’t put all your focus on me you have to be present when we’re on a mission.”  You tried to reason with him.  But you could just see that your words weren’t getting through to him.  

“You are terran.   You are fragile and small.  Look at how you bleed just from what you called a graze. What if it was worse?”  Drax pointed to your side where the knife got you. You finally looked down at it and saw it was a little deeper than you first thought.  Your adrenaline had been going and you couldn’t even feel it when it happened.  Only now was it just starting to sting slightly.  But you didn’t show any outward sign that it was bothering you, you were too stubborn to do that.  

Drax lifted your shirt to take a good look at your wound, you didn’t bother stopping him.  But you were glad you brought the two of you down stairs instead of doing this in front of everyone.  “See.  It is bad. And you lied about it.  How can I trust to fight alongside you again?  You knew that it was hard for me to fight with you to begin with.  You are my sweetheart.  I can’t lose you.”  He repeated when he was crouching down to your level and trying to clean your side with his large hands and a damp cloth.  You took the cloth from him and moved his hand away, cleaning it yourself.

“I know you’re worried, and I know you care.  Drax I know you only act like this because you lost your wife and daughter.  You don’t want it to happen again and it won’t. Not any time soon, anyway.  You’re stuck with me for a while.”  You tried to smile at him but it never met your eyes. Then you gave in.  “I’ll be more careful.  I’ll listen to you more, okay?  If you think something is off or wrong and you want me out of there I’ll leave in a blink.  I promise.” You compromised, which earned you a reluctant head nod from the large man.  

You fucked up. You knew that. There was no getting around it. All Peter had wanted was to spend more time with you and you being stressed and busy had simply taken it all out on him, said some rather horrible things which you regretted. You found yourself walking to rooms and Peter walking out of them, you found yourself sleeping away from him for the first time in a year, you found yourself missing his voice and his jokes and just him. You knew you had been the reason the fight had happened and you knew that at some point you needed to talk about it, but first you had to get him to talk to you. 

So when he walked into the living area of the Milano that day you decided to start singing, good or bad it didn’t matter. “If I could turn back time, if I could find a way, i'd take back those words that hurt you and you'd stay” It was an old earth song, one the both of you knew. It did the job of stopping Peter in his tracks, rather than leaving the room like he had every time before. 

“I didn't really mean to hurt you, I didn't want to see you go” You continued the song, terrified, until the end. Half of you expected Peter to walk out the moment you were finished but he didn’t. Just stood there staring at you, sadness on his face.

“I’m sorry, Peter...I was...I was wrong and I was horrible and I took how I was feeling out on you and you never deserved that. I’m a horrible partner...I’m so sorry.” You knew you were nearly crying, but you just loved him so much. You didn’t want him to hate you because of one mistake. One mistake you’d never make again.

“I know...you’re not a horrible partner...” He walked towards you, a mere foot away, “We all...we all do shitty things. I forgive you.” You pulled him into a hug, crying in relief into his shoulder. You had been so scared that he’d never forgive you.

“I love you.”

You grinned as the hatch to the ship clicked open. Thankfully your lockpicking skills had not atrophied in the years since you had last used them. As soon as you were inside, you made sure nobody was around and then made your way to the cockpit. Grinning, you dropped into the captain’s chair. And to think, your boyfriend said you would not even make it this far before being caught. 

A voice startled you out of your reverie. “You realize you’ve locked yourself in the one place with no way out.” When you turned around you saw a smug man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes leaning against the door, arms crossed over his broad chest. “Well. No way out except through me.”

“Doesn’t sound like much of a challenge,” you shot back.

“No?”

Grinning, you stretched out in the chair and leaned back. “I do like this chair, though. Hope the captain doesn’t mind.”

“This is my ship, little girl,” he mumbled, his voice soft and dangerous as he stared at you.

You snorted a laugh at that. “Little girl? Nobody’s called me that in a long time, little boy.”

His eyes roamed up and down your body and his lips twitched, suppressing a smile. “Little?” He took a step forward, away from the door, and you held in your grin. “Out of the chair.”

“I like it here.”

Another step closer. “That’s my chair.”

“Not anymore,” you said, grinning.

Before you even realized he had moved, his hands were pressed against the chair on either side of your head as he stared down at you, eyes darkening as they roamed your body. His tongue darted out and he licked his lips.

Pushing your head up toward his mouth, you murmured, “Too easy.” Then, before your lips could connect with his, you ducked under his arm and ran toward the door. As you ran, you stole a glance at his ass - packed into those pants perfectly!

A hand caught your wrist as you reached the exit, then spun you around to push you up against the wall, boxing you in with his arms as he had done in the chair. “You broke into my ship. Stole my chair.” His mouth dropped to your ear and he muttered, “You’ve been a bad girl.”

Why the hell did that make you so damned wet? Nibbling on your lower lip, you let your eyes wander to his lips. Good gods, he had nice lips. Hell, he had nice everything. His shirt looked like it did not quite fit while showing off every muscle, like he had gained just enough muscle recently. Not to mention his ass. And those eyes of his. You were well and truly screwed. Crap .

“Done checking me out?” he chuckled softly.

“No,” you breathed. Shit, he was hot.

A low chuckle drew your attention up from his abs to his chest, along his throat, to his mouth. The moment your eyes locked on he pushed forward and captured your lips in a rough, bruising kiss.

“Gonna tell me your name,” you panted as you pulled back from his lips. “Or did you just want me to scream ‘oh gods’ instead?”

“Star Lord,” he growled.

You could not help it, the laughter just bubbled out until you were in near hysterics. That was certainly not what you had expected. “I’m not calling you that,” you laughed.

His hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him through your laughter. “You will,” he growled, lips crashing hard into yours.

The laughter died in your throat, turning into a long moan. Fuck, he could kiss! 

Teeth nipped at your lower lip followed by his soft tongue, and you granted him access without thinking. Swallowing your moans, his hands slid down to your thighs and pulled them up around his waist as he ground his hips up into you. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, fisting in his shirt and pulling him closer.

“You know,” you panted as his lips trailed down across your jaw and neck, biting and teasing as he went. “On Earth people call their Lords ‘Sir’.”

His lips curled into a grin against your skin. “You gonna call me ‘Sir’?” he breathed, punctuating the question with a hard bite to your shoulder.

A soft whimper escaped you.

“Beg.”

“Please,” you whispered, fisting your hands in his soft hair.

He bit down harder, making you moan and tighten your fingers in his hair. “Shit,” he hissed, pulling back from the wall. “Was gonna fuck you here, but I think I’m going to need to tie those hands down.” Even if you had the chance, you would not have protested as he dragged you through the ship.

Almost the second you reached his room, you pushed inside, smiling when he locked the door and shoved you up against the wall to kiss you. Your legs wrapped around his waist again as he ground up into you. Searching for that same fiery response, you tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged gently.

“Clothes off,” he growled. “And get that ass on the bed.”

The second your feet touched the ground you were reaching for the hem of your shirt and shimmying out of it. 

He grabbed your shirt and threw it aside, pushing you back up against the wall, eyes searching yours. 

Obviously he had been expecting a ‘Yes, Star Lord’, but you were not going to give him the satisfaction. Instead, you angled your lips up toward his with a smirk, gasping when he slammed your wrists up over your head.

“Beg.”

“Make me,” you shot back, smirking. Sure, you could have given in and begged him again, but where was the fun in that?

Smirking, he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand and slipped the other down into your panties. His fingers teased your lips. “So wet,” he murmured into your ear. “Beg.”

Shaking your head, you bit down on your lower lip. Shit, that felt so good!

“Beg,” he repeated as he continued to gently tease your folds, his smug look growing as he watched you try not to beg.

“Shit!” you moaned as his finger tip slipped inside you briefly. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the movement of his fingers. Damn, he knew what he was doing!

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered into your ear. “Tell me what you want. Beg me for it.”

“Please,” you whimpered. Although you were not about to give in and call him Star Lord, you were not sure you could take much more.

“Please what?” His dark blue eyes searched yours as he kept his mouth just out of reach.

Swinging a leg up, you pulled him against you and ground against the hardness you felt in his pants. “Please, Sir.” His eyes widened slightly and you felt his reaction to calling him Sir as he rubbed himself against your core. “Please fuck me, Sir.”

His lips ghosted over yours as he bent to bite at your neck and shoulder. “Good enough,” he murmured. “For now. But if you want to cum, you’re going to call me Star Lord.” He nipped hard at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, making you moan. “Let’s try this again. Clothes off, get that ass on the bed,” he ordered, pulling back to look into your eyes as he licked his fingers clean.

“Yes, Sir,” you whispered. As soon as he let go of your hands, you pushed up on your toes to lick yourself from his hand, then walked around him to the bed. A yelp escaped you when he slapped your ass.

“Dirty girl,” he murmured.

Turning around, you held his eyes as you slowly, one by one, pulled off your clothes. “Like this?” you muttered, biting your lip as you tossed your bra aside.

His eyes immediately went to your breasts. “Shit. Keep going,” he ordered. He watched you hungrily as you stripped. And when you were fully naked, he growled, “On the bed.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathed. You crawled onto the bed, dropping to lay on your back and face him as your hand slid between your legs as you watched him rummage through a drawer.

When he turned around, a harness in his hands, and saw you, he reached out to slap your hand away from your folds. “You really are a bad girl,” he murmured.

Grinning, you glanced at the harness in his hands. It had a collar and wrist restraints that hung from the back of it to hold your arms behind your back. At the front the collar ran down to a strap that would go under your breasts, where two larger restraints to hold your thighs were attached to hold your legs open for him. “You’re prepared,” you whispered, chewing on your lower lip. Gods, even just thinking about what he was going to do to you made you wet.

His smirk returned. “What kind of captain would I be if I wasn’t prepared to deal with intruders?”

That almost made you laugh again. “You tie all your intruders to the bed?”

“Well,” he said, opening the collar as he continued to smirk down at you. “The hot ones, anyway. Sit up.”

“Yes, Sir.” 

His hands gently moved your hair out of the way as he secured the collar around your neck. Nibbling on your ear, he slipped his hands down to your wrists and moved them to secure your arms behind your back. “So hot,” he murmured, kissing across your jaw to your lips.

You parted your lips easily for him, moaning into his mouth as he adjusted the straps around your breasts without looking.

When he pulled back, you tried to follow his mouth and he grinned. “Eager, huh?”

“Please,” you whined.

The grin turned wicked. “So pretty when you beg,” he murmured. “But I think you can do better.” He lowered you onto the bed, then adjusted your thighs over the thigh straps before securing you in them. His hands slid down your thighs to your core, teasing you. “You’re already dripping .”

“Please!”

“Please what?” he murmured, lowering his head to your breasts. He flicked your nipple with his tongue, then bit down gently. “Please what?”

“Please, Sir!” you whined. Gods, he was a little too good at this.

Flicking your nipple again, he murmured, “Good enough for me to continue, but not good enough to get what you want.” 

The feeling of his hot breath on your breasts made you moan. When he bit down again, you damn near screamed for him. “Oh, gods!”

You felt him smirk against your breast. “Close.” His fingers moved gently across your folds, never dipping inside you, never touching your clit. “So sensitive,” he murmured as he kissed across your chest to your other breast. “You’re gonna tell me when you’re close, dirty girl.”

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned as he sucked on your nipple. “Yes, Sir.”

His kisses trailed down over your stomach, hot breath ghosting over your folds as he moved to kiss your inner thigh. He licked and bit and teased his way from your knee down to your core. When he reached it, he smirked up at you as he blew on your clit, then pulled back to do the same with your other thigh.

By the time he neared your folds, you were a mess. “Please,” you moaned. “Oh, gods, please!”

He bit down near the juncture of your thigh, then soothed the bite with his tongue. “Shit,” he hissed. “So wet. You smell so good. Bet you taste even better.” He licked a long stripe next to your core.

“Please, Sir!”

His tongue moved a little closer this time. “You know the rules, baby - ‘Sir’ doesn’t get you an orgasm,” he murmured. Before you could protest or sass back, he licked right through your centre and you damned near screamed. “Fucking delicious.”

And you were lost. That talented tongue swirled through your wetness, making you moan and scream and beg for release. When he reached your clit, he blew a hot breath across it before nibbling gently, damn near making you explode! “I’m so close!” you whined. “I’m gonna cum!”

He smirked up at you, then pulled back.

“No,” you whimpered.

“I told you - you want to cum, you know what to do, baby,” he said, pushing off the bed. You watched as he slowly began stripping.

No way in hell were you going to call him ‘Star Lord’. The jackass was damned lucky he got you to call him ‘Sir’. There had to be a way to drive him as crazy as he was driving you, to make him give you what you wanted. His underwear flew across the room and you licked your lips at the sight of what he had been hiding, what you had felt pressed against you earlier.

The cocky bastard caught you looking and grinned. “You look so good tied up for me like that,” he muttered. Crossing the room, he pulled you up by the o-ring on your collar and kissed you.

A moan escaped you as you tasted yourself on his lips and tongue.

“Fuck,” he sighed, pulling back from your lips. He looked down at you through hooded eyes and croaked out, “If you can’t beg me properly, I’m going to put that mouth of yours to good use, dirty girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathed as he helped you back down so you could suck his cock. You tried to reach for it with your mouth, but found it difficult to do without your hands.

“Eager,” he chuckled, tangling his fingers in your hair with one hand. His other grabbed his cock and steadied it for you. He groaned when you pushed forward and took him into your mouth. “Shit, so eager. Such a good girl.”

Stars above, the sounds he made for you! You moaned as your eyes drifted closed while you sucked, licked, teased, worshipped his cock. His hands tugged at your hair to guide you as you moaned around him.

“That’s it, dirty girl,” he sighed. “Fuck, that tongue!”

If your mouth had not been so full, you would have smiled. As it was, you pulled back just far enough to be able to tease the head with your tongue without letting go of him. You flicked at the precum with your tongue and swallowed.

“Feels so good,” he moaned.

His hands held you in place as he bucked his hips into your mouth, fucking your face roughly. Not that you would admit it, but you were loving the way he used you, the way he called you ‘dirty girl’. Gods, you could feel the drool running down your chin.

“Shit,” he hissed, pulling you away from his cock. “Shit. Such a dirty girl for me.”

“Thank you, Sir,” you muttered, licking your lips.

“Still holding out, huh?” he panted, smirking down at you. “You’re not the only stubborn one, little girl.”

“So let’s find out who breaks first,” you whispered.

“You forget you’re the one tied up in my bed?” he breathed as his arms wrapped around you to manoeuvre you into position face-down on the bed. Nipping at your shoulder, he said, “So pretty like this.”

“Fuck me,” you sighed as his lips trailed across your back. “Please, fuck me, Sir!”

Standing up straight, you saw him smirk down at you before his hand connected with your ass. Hard.

“Oh, fuck!” you moaned.

“You’re a bad girl. You broke into my ship,” another slap, “stole my seat,” another slap, “tried to cum without permission.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you whined. Fuck, you were so turned on!

“That’s not my name,” he growled, punctuating his point with yet another slap. “Tell me what you want. Beg me for it. Use my name!”

You worried your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him from the corner of your eyes. He grabbed his cock and put on his protection as he watched you dripping on the bed. What were the odds he would fuck you without you calling him Star Lord? Stars above, that was a terrible name to be shouting in the bedroom.

“Beg,” he said again as he teased your folds with his finger.

“Fuck,” you groaned. “Please! Oh, gods, please!”

Withdrawing his finger, he smirked down at you and teased your entrance with the head of his cock. “You can do better than that.”

“Please, Sir,” you mewled. “Please! Please fuck me, Sir!”

Stars exploded behind your eyes as he shoved into you. “You know the rules, dirty girl,” he grunted. “Not good enough if you want to cum.” His hips slowly rolled into you, gradually picking up the pace as you turned into a moaning, quivering mess on the bed. “Use my name and you can cum, baby.”

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a gasp and a little drool as he fucked you into the bed harder.

His hands tightened on your hips. “Come on, baby. Use my name,” he panted.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “Oh, fuck! P…pl…ple-ease!”

“Come on, dirty girl,” he gasped, fingers digging almost painfully into your hips. “Fuck! Say it!”

You were so god damned close, you were ready to say anything! You needed it, needed him. “Fuck!” you hissed. “Star Lord!”

The movement of his hips became immediately more rough and erratic as he grunted, “Fuck, that’s it baby! Such a good girl! Cum for me!”

Pleasure washed over you! Every inch of your body on fire as you came just for him, moaning his name over and over. You were an absolute mess for him. A second wave slammed into you when he gripped you harder and shouted his own.

When you could finally think again, he brushed his lips gently against your shoulder. “You okay?”

“Uh huh,” you sighed.

“That what you wanted?” he chuckled.

You nodded. “Fuck, Peter,” you sighed. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk right for the next week!”

Laughing, he pulled back and started untying you. “I wasn’t too rough?”

“Mmm-mmm,” you breathed. “Just right.” As soon as you were free, you tried to sit up only to wobble a little on your knees.

Peter put his arms around you to steady you and you leaned against his chest.

“And you said I wouldn’t make it to the cockpit,” you sighed.

Your boyfriend laughed and dropped a kiss on your head. “Next time can we try one of my fantasies?”

“Me calling you ‘Star Lord’ isn’t a fantasy?” you chuckled.

“It’s my outlaw name, not a fantasy,” he scoffed, arms tightening around you.

“Baby, I hate to tell you, but you’re not an outlaw,” you murmured.

“Am too.”

Smiling, you looked up at him through your lashes. “You saved the entire galaxy, the entire universe!”

“Robin Hood was an outlaw and a hero,” he groused, glaring at the wall.

The petulant tone in his voice made you giggle. “Baby, I love you, but you’re not Robin Hood.” Before he could protest, you added, “If it helps, I think you’re way hotter than Thor.”

His posture stiffened and you felt his cock stir again.

“That mean I’m gonna need to brace myself for round two?” you giggled.

“Babe, you say that again, it’ll be more than just two rounds,” he murmured, bending to capture your lips.

“I love you,” you sighed as he lowered you back to the bed.

“Love you, too.”