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theycallmequeenie · 21 days

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Yondu X Reader Part 6

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A\N: AS always I did not create the Gif I do not posses those skills I used the gif search bar. If you are the creator of any of the gifs I've used and would like to to Gove you proper credit please let me know and I will edit to tag you for the credit. I know I’ve been gone forever and I’m getting flakier and flakier and at this point I’m truly surprised if anyone still follows any of my stories. Again, I apologize the headspace has been utter garbage and I’m fighting as hard as I can to get content written and posted if only, I could get the headspace and the family to cooperate at the same time that would be wonderful. After all that rambling, here’s the story, enjoy and happy reading.

Yondu began to talk to Y\N trying to calm her anxiety that seemed to spike out of nowhere in the middle of the night taking her hand from his thigh and bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on the back of it before placing it over his heart.

“Darlin’ I don’t know what’s got you fretting all of a sudden, but I want you to listen to me. As long as that heart right there is beating you ain’t ever gotta worry ‘bout nothin’ getting you in the night. I promise you that.”

Yondu, as gently as he could, pulled Y/N to his chest and slowly rocking her back and forth trying to calm her as quickly as possible. He didn’t know what she may have been through, but he knew it had to have been something terrible to have her this out of sorts from simply being in a different bed than her own. Why hadn’t she realized yet that she and the boy were the two safest ones on that ship as long as he was around. Yondu would rather sacrifice his own life than to ever let either or those two get hurt in any way, shape, or form.

If Y/N questions, her safety still after being on his crew for this long, could something have happened with them or was this something from her life back on Terra messing with her still? Yondu made a mental note to try and ease her into opening up as to why she had this reaction later when she was actually awake enough to delve into potential past traumas.

Yondu managed to get her calmed and back to sleep within about an hour of her waking as she had, and it was a restful rest of the night. As the day started it came with the sounding of alarms to wake and get to work on the ship. More maintenance for the ship and caring for Peter he was still young and needed taught the basics or everyday life all be it not the everyday life that was expected by him and Y/N.

Yondu carefully woke Y/N and handed off her daily Ravager attire of her denim coveralls with the Ravager emblem over the part that rests over her heart and the pants and plain white tee she wore under them. She offered a small smile as she took them and hurried off to the captain’s bathroom to ready herself for the day.

Once dressed she left the captain’s quarters, checked in on Peter, and started on her daily tasks. She did her best to avoid Yondu all day and for the most part she was successful until it came time for the nightly meal.

Yondu basically cornered her asking her why she had been avoiding him all day to which she tried to get away without responding. She wasn’t ready to talk about what had happened the night before and was going well out of her way to avoid it. She just wasn’t ready for that particular conversation with Yondu. She thought if he knew what caused her to wake the way she did in his bed he would see her as ‘soft’ and that would be the end of their relationship. Something she wasn’t ready for, nor did she want.

Yondu decided to let her avoid their conversation at that moment but was determined to at least find out what had happened last night that she had woken up so terrified. He left her eat and socialize like she normally would, but he watched her closely. Waiting for her to decide to call it a night and retire to her quarters for the night after making sure the boy was in for the night. Once she had tucked the boy in then Yondu would make his move and get her to talk to him.

Yondu was waiting outside of Peter’s quarters for Y/N to finish up the boy’s nightly bedtime routine. A fact that Y/N was unaware of until she exited Peter’s room. Upon realizing Yondu was waiting for her startled her which caused her to let out a little yelp of surprise before greeting him.

“You surprised me Cap. Wasn’t expecting you to be lurking just outside the door, Sir.” She spoke barely loud enough to be heard by him and made no efforts to make eye contact. She wasn’t entirely up for the conversation she knew was about to be had but she knew Yondu was like a bulldog with a bone when he wanted answers.

“Well Darlin’, you’ve done an excellent job of avoiding me today and I needed to talk witcha ‘bout las night…” He stopped and gave her a knowing look he had a feeling this was going to be a hard conversation to have with Y/N, but he needed to confirm his theories about his love. Deep down he wanted to be worried over nothing more than a simple bad night but something in his gut told him there was more to it. He really hoped it wasn’t as bad as he feared.

With a sigh Y/N nodded and agreed to talk with him only in his private quarters as to not risk the rest of the crew overhearing the conversation. She motioned to Yondu to lead the way back to his room as she was clearly not in any hurry to have that conversation.

Her childhood was the one thing that she never talked about. It wasn’t a good experience and not something she enjoyed revisiting. It was a harsh reminder that she was damaged goods. A fact her father would remind her of almost daily. Y/N was starting to feel the anxiety build at the thought of telling Yondu what caused that nightmare the night prior. The fear of her father’s words ringing true was weighing heavily on her. What if they were true what if once Yondu finds out about how damaged she was and decided he wasn’t interested in her anymore because the trauma was too much to deal with on top of everything else on his shoulders. What if he agreed with Y/N’s father, that she was in fact completely unlovable…

To Be Continued…

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starlitenights · 1 year

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Fanfic AU in which Merle and Yondu are the same person.

Aliens really did start the walking dead apocalypse, it’s some kind of space disease.

Merle’s never actually been to prison he just goes off world and needs an excuse.

Half Centaurian Daryl.

Merle’s buddy Kraglin who randomly shows up, speaks a weird language that Daryl could never figure out and has the weirdest name he’s ever heard.

Merle whistles some times when he’s mad.

Daryl being really connected to the outdoors.

Centaurians have a natural connection to their family group, similar to how they can connect to their weapons. Daryl just having this sixth sense for when Merle is near and understanding each other without speaking.

Merle trying to convince Daryl to leave the group without revealing what he is to everyone but knowing he wants to get Daryl off the damn planet.

Merle eventually being revealed and Daryl’s like … no? Like bullshit your an alien?? OMG YOUR BLUE? WHY ARE YOU BLUE???

Earth is a ‘no contact’ planet meaning they have no idea about the rest of the galaxy let alone the universe.

But there’s definitely other aliens on planet it’s just very hush hush and don’t get caught.

Maybe Daryl and Merle aren’t even brothers, Daryl’s just his half human son.

Like “ah yeah… I’m just gonna go pick up some… milk. Be right back.” Disappears into space for three months. “Hey I’m back. Went to prison. I forgot the milk.”

#twd #marvel au #twd au #the walking dead #merle dixon #walking dead imagine #daryl dixon #merle dixon imagine #fanfic ideas #fanfic promt #ao3 writer #yondu imagine #yondu fanfic #yondu udonta #twd merle #daryl dixion imagine #kraglin

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shyficwriter · 2 years

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Random headcanon, but I was just thinking that if blushing was something unique to Terrans (I doubt it, but let's say it was) that Yondu probably would not know what it was for the longest time.

Like, say he embarrasses Peter and notices he's looking a quite a bit redder than a second ago, so he asks him "What ya changing color for, boy?"

Peter would first deny it, and then when Yondu insists to him that he is definitely much pinker now, Peter would run off and avoid the question because he'd probably be too embarrassed to tell Yondu that his face turning red is in fact an indicator that Yondu has succeeded in embarrassing him, and might even rightfully assume that Yondu would take advantage of this information lol

I mean, he'd make the connection eventually, but it might take him a bit to put two and two together lol.

#gotg headcanon #gotg #yondu #peter quill #yondu udonta #headcanon #marvel #marvel imagine #mcu

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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Guardians/Ravagers

Stakar Ogord

Martinex

Peter Q

Rocket

Miscellaneous

The Collector (Tivan x Fem!reader) [Romantic Fluff]

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chubbyreaderwriter · 3 months

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Too Long

Yondu Udonta x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: You and Yondu used to date when Peter was first taken in onto the ship, but things didn’t work out after you left the Ravagers, but when Peter finds you again on a mission, he makes it his goal to get the two of you back together.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: None

Masterlist

(Takes place after GOTG 2 but Yondu lives obviously)

You stopped unpacking your latest shipment of inventory when the chimes rang on the front door to let you know you had a new customer, “Just one second!” You called out as you hurried out of your stock room and behind the counter where you saw a very familiar face. You gasped in shock, but smiled nonetheless, “Peter? Is that really you?” The boy- no man now, nodded his head and opened his arms, an invitation for a hug which you gladly accepted. You held him tightly, “Look at you! You’ve grown so much since the last time I saw you, you’re actually taller than me now.” Peter grinned, “It’s awesome right? Oh right, let me introduce you to my..crew, this is Gamora, the purple hothead is Drax, the tree is Groot, the trash panda is Rocket and that’s Mantis.” You smiled and waved at them all, “Hello, nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N), I’m surprised Peter managed to make some friends with that big head of his.” Peter rolled his eyes, “So how’s business here? You still keeping in touch with Yondu?” You glanced at the people watching you and Peter, watching as they all awkwardly turned away as you replied to Peter, “No, we uh, we haven’t talked ever since I left.” Peter furrowed his brow in confusion, “What? But you guys were together for like...forever, why not?” You sighed, “Sometimes things just don’t work out and if it’s alright with you, I’d rather not have this conversation right now.” Your eyes darted towards his friends as an explanation. Peter sighed, “Fine, then will you meet me on my ship tonight so we can catch up? I’ve missed you mo- (Y/N).” You smiled, it was softer this time though, it had been a while since you heard Peter call you mom. You gently swiped a little bit of dirt from his shoulder, “You can still call me that if you want honey.��

After a little catch up before Peter had to leave, he gave you the directions to his ship and told you to meet him there at 6pm. He had called out “See ya later mom!” as he had left which put a smile on your face for the rest of the day. You were looking forward to catching up with Peter, he seemed different to the little boy you used to take care of but still almost the same in a way too. At five o’clock, you closed your shop and headed home to get ready to meet Peter. You took a shower and got dressed in black leather trousers, a long sleeved dark blue shirt and black boots, complete with a leather jacket. You put on a bit of light makeup, still wanting to look nice since you didn’t really go out much anymore. It took you a little while to find Peter’s ship but you got there in the end, finding said man standing looking at his watch, knowing you were rarely late. His ship was much bigger than you were expecting and you were proud of him for that, he must be very successful in whatever he does. You were sat down on a padded bench of some kind listening as Peter rambled on about one of his adventures to you when you heard heavy footsteps, “Boy! What have I told you about touching my controls!” You froze in your seat and Peter shrugged, “Oh no.. I must have forgotten to tell you that Yondu is with us. Oh well.” You glared at him and got up, planning on leaving but your body didn’t move as you saw someone walking down the stairs and familiar blue skin when he turned around and came face to face with you. An awkward silence filled the air as the two of you looked at each other. For the both of you, it was as if the rest of the world didn’t exist anymore, you could see only each other. Your heart was pounding in anticipation and you felt your mouth go dry and your palms turn sweaty.

Yondu was speechless for once in his life. He had never expected that he would be able to see you when he woke up this morning. Of course, a day never went by when he didn’t think about you but to actually have you in front of him was a whole different story. The others grew uncomfortable with the silence until Rocket made it worse, “Well this isn’t awkward at all,” Peter jumped onto his feet, slinging his arm around you, “Look who’s here, and she’s single.” You turned to glare at Peter, before walking away, “I should go, I need to..” you didn’t finish your sentence as you rushed down the stairs and out of the exit, about to hurry home. You had barely taken two steps outside when a hand yanked you back around to pull you against a hard chest. You gasped in shock as you looked up at Yondu, “Seven goddamn years you’ve been gone and now you show up, don’t even say nothin to me, seven years without a word.” Your eyes prickled with tears but they were a mix of sadness and anger. You pushed yourself away from him, “You don’t think I wanted to?! It was horrible being away from you and Peter, I loved you both so much you have no idea how much it hurt to leave.” Yondu wasn’t backing down, not that you expected him to, he had every right to be angry after you left without saying goodbye, just a note with an apology written on it. He grabbed your wrist, getting in your face, “Why did yer leave in the first place, you could at least have the decency of telling me that.” You sniffed back your tears, you weren’t going to show your vulnerability so easily, “Because the crew told me that Ravagers aren’t allowed to be in relationships and that you could’ve lost your title if word got out. It would’ve been too hard to stick around and seeing you every day if we broke up so I left, I’m sorry. I did it for you!”

Yondu loosened his grip on you and you took a step back, wrapping your arms around yourself in a pathetic attempt comfort yourself to stop the tears rushing to your eyes, “Those days on the ship with you and Peter were the best I ever had. It broke me to leave, but I didn’t want to risk your position, I know how much being a Ravager means to you and I wasn’t worth jeopardising that.” You looked down at your feet and after a few moments of silence from Yondu, you moved to leave, only to once again be pulled right back into that same hard chest. This time, Yondu wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and you couldn’t stop the sobs coming out your mouth, your hands balling up into his jacket.

Yondu hesitantly raised a hand to gently stroke your hair, waiting for you to calm down before he spoke. “I obviously wasn’t a very good boyfriend if yer thought I would’a chose being a lonely Ravager over having yer by my side.” You sniffled and felt your heart break all over again, finding out you put yourself through all that misery for nothing, though you still would have felt unmeasurable guilt had you been the cause of Yondu being stripped of his title. You wiped your eyes carefully, trying not to smudge your mascara even more than you were sure it had already. “I’m sorry Yondu. Will you ever forgive me?” Yondu scoffed, his blue hand coming up to cup your cheek, “Only if yer forgive me for not coming to find yer and haul yer back to where you belong, baby.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying once again, but your sadness disappeared from Yondu’s next question, “Have you really been single all this time? A fine woman like yerself?” You couldn’t help your smile as you traced your fingers over his collar, “I’ve had a few offers..” Yondu instantly tensed and you saw anger in his eyes as you riled up his jealous streak, “Offers huh? Did you take em?” You rolled your eyes at him, “Of course not, no matter how long it had been, a certain blue whistler kept the key to my heart.” Yondu frowned, “Good, yer my woman, always have been and always will be.”

You couldn’t help the warmth that rushed through you from his possessive statement as you but your lip, “Oh yeah? Prove it.” Yondu grinned wide, his crooked teeth exposed as he did. “Gladly babe.” He placed his left hand on the back of your neck as he leaned down and kissed you with a familiar passion it felt as though no time had passed at all. His right hand placed itself on your wide hip, using his grip to pull your body flush against his. You’d missed the feeling of his body against yours. Your mouth opened into a moan and Yondu wasted no time in letting his tongue inside your mouth, deepening the kiss. Your hands came up to rest on his shoulders, feeling his broad muscles once more. Yondu released a soft groan as he tightened his grip on you, “Hey get a room you two!” You pulled back to see Peter hanging out of the ship’s window and once he caught your eye he motioned you to come back on board. Yondu ignored his adoptive son’s exclamation and made a move to start kissing down your neck. You stifled a giggle from how ticklish his stubble was against your sensitive skin as you lightly pushed on his chest to get him to pull away.

“Come on, I wanna spend time with our son and his new friends.” Yondu scoffed and huffed in annoyance but you could tell it wasn’t real anger, he was just annoyed to be cockblocked. Yondu leaned down to speak in your ear, “Fine but yer spending the night with me, yer got seven whole years to make up for darlin.” You blushed as you started walking in front and let out a small squeak as Yondu’s hand sharply connected to your plump rear as you walked up the stairs. It was amazing how quickly you fit in within the group and you loved seeing Peter so happy with Gamora, happy to know that he had found someone. You only wished that Peter had stumbled across you much much earlier.

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downrightembarassing · 2 years

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7 minutes

It’s just self indulgent smut guys

F/M reader insert with Yondu

Idk how to tag. Sorry in advance.

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It had started out as a pretty normal night. With the Eclector II cruising through space there wasn’t much to do on the ship besides general housekeeping and maintenance. The crew met in the mess early to start the night’s drinking and general debauchery. You sit at what counts as the bar and sip your drink, watching the crew settle in to the business of getting ridiculously drunk.

You’d been with this crew for 5 months, and had no intention of leaving. From working in a scrap yard on a shit hole little planet to traveling through space with the rowdiest group of alcoholics you’d ever met. It was nothing like you’d expected your life to be but you weren’t complaining. No complaints here. Not one.

Yondu Udonta, the man who’d rescued you from that scrap heap, walked into the mess. His commanding presence filled the room and your felt your heart flutter just a bit. From the first moment he walked up to you and offered you a job you’d been hooked. He was incredibly attractive in a rugged sort of way, his deep gravely voice did things to your libido you’d better not focus on now, and you’d gone to sleep most nights imagining his rough hands traveling over your body. He was your captain, treated you fairly, and was completely off limits. Hell, he never even looked your way. Focusing on your drink, you shove the fantasy to the back of your mind. Better to have a job and keep your desire for him private. No complaints….well maybe one complaint.

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After the first round of drinks there was a surprise to break up the monotony. The crew of the Milano, the infamous Guardians of the Galaxy, were in the same quadrant and decided to stop by for a visit. As they stepped into the mess and were greeted by Yondu and the rest of the crew you took the opportunity to take a peek at them. Peter Quill was the first one to catch your eye, you hadn’t seen another Terran since you left earth. He carried himself with the cocksure arrogance you expected from the stories and reminded you of the fighter pilot jocks you knew back on earth.

More interesting was your captains response to Quill. Yondu broke into a wide, genuine grin and slapped his adopted son hard on the back.

“Miss me you old blue bastard?”

“Nah, it’s been nice ‘n quiet here without ya fuckin’ things up.”

Quill laughed and looked around as the rest of the Guardians spread amongst the crew. Trying not to stare, you enjoyed watching the breakup of the normal nightly routine.

Rocket, you’d heard about him but still stared a bit longer at the talking raccoon, loudly demanded a drink. Drax was right behind him. Gamora and her sister Nebula wandered over to Kraglin and began a discussion. The excitement died down as the Guardians mingled with the Ravegers and you went back to enjoying your drink.

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Yondu leaned against the bar, drink in hand, and chatted with Peter. It had been a while since he’d seen his kinda-adopted-son. Peter glanced around the room, noticed another Terran, and shot Yondu a sly look.

“Another Terran? And this ones a woman!” Peter mused “where’d you pick her up?”

Yondu contemplated his drink for a moment. He knew exactly where the conversation was headed with Peter and resigned himself to watching it unfold.

“Found her workin’ in a scrap yard. She’s a damn good mechanic, so we signed her up.”

Peter’s eyes twinkled “She’s pretty damn cute to be wrenching on your junk. Maybe she’d like to take a look at my junk.”

Yondu sighed. “Easy there boy. Tha whole crew’s taken a pass at her and she ain’t interested.” Internally he sighed again. She was damn cute. Wincing slightly he remembered some very vivid dreams about the Terran mechanic, including the one this morning. At least he wasn’t the only one on the ship suffering.

Peter pouted slightly, then brightened up. “She’s Terran man, she won’t want some alien dick. Lucky I’m here.” He considered this “I’ve never been with a Terran before.”

Yondu rolled his eyes as Peter winked at him and sauntered away.

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You’ve got a slight buzz going and are enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere around the mess. Kraglin’s on your right, chatting about the status of some of the ships in the maintenance bay, and an empty stool is to your left. Kraglin’s halfway through a lecture on cooling systems, and mostly through his third drink, when his eyes light up and a broad smile stretches across his face.

“Pete!” He yells, and reaches for the man walking up to you.

“Hey Krags! How’s it….hey stop….fuck dude stop!” Peter’s smooth approach is ruined as Kraglin grabs him in a headlock and wrestles him halfway to the ground.

You turn in your seat to watch the scuffle with an amused expression. Boys will be boys you think to yourself and smirk. It’s entertaining watching the high and mighty guardian reduced to a sputtering younger brother.

Peter manages to untangle himself and straightens his jacket. Smoothing his hair back he holds a hand out to you.

“I’m Peter Quill, people call me StarLord.” He says with a wink.

Internally you grimace. Definitely a fighter jock, or close enough. At least you know how to deal with the attitude.

“I’m Y/N” as you shake the offered hand and laugh “Looks like it doesn’t take much to get the jump on you StarLord. Kraglin is on his third drink and didn’t seem to have a problem”

Undaunted, Peter tried another approach.

“Never mind about Krags. So you’re from Terra?” His eyes travel up your frame “it’s been a long time since I’ve seen another Terran. How about we head over to a corner table and…reminisce”

You smile sweetly at Peter. Kraglin snickers behind him. He’s seen that smile before, and knows the StarLord is getting nothing tonight.

“That sounds fascinating Mr. Quill” you reply “but I need to finish up the plan for tomorrow with Kraglin here before he gets too drunk. Nice to meet you, it’s been…educational .” You turn back to Kraglin and firmly ignore the man behind you.

Peter stares at your back for half a second before smoothing his hair again and wandering away. He’s slightly deflated, but the night is young. Maybe after a couple more drinks she’ll be more open he thinks. Yeah, just keep by her and make sure she leaves with you.

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Yondu smirks as Peter walks back up to him. He’d watched the whole exchange and is perversely happy Y/N had shot Pete down. At least it wasn’t an aversion to alien dicks.

“I’ll get her” Peter mumbles as he grabs a drink and joins him “she’s busy now, but once I turn the charm on she’ll be begging for it.”

“Don’t get yer hopes up Pete” Yondu replies “Now tell me what ya idiots have been up to.”

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The night continues. You manage to get a plan nailed down with Kraglin before he becomes too incoherent. When he stumbles off you find yourself drawn into a conversation with Gamora and Nebula, chatting about the life of a woman in a male dominated industry. Slowly the other Guardians trickle in and your circle grows. Kraglin settles himself next to you and strikes up a conversation with Drax. Their personalities are…different but you fit in well and are enjoying yourself immensely.

Drinks flow, the stories get rowdier, and Rocket has to be restrained only once over a spilled drink.

Peter sits down with the group. He’d watched you all night, making sure your drink was full. Now he’s got a wicked twinkle in his eye.

“In honor of having two Terran’s on board I’m thinking we should play a Terran game.” He smiles. “Since Y/N and I are the only ones who’ve played this I think we should mix it up a bit.”

Arching an eyebrow at him you ask “what do you have in mind?”

“Spin the bottle!” He shouts “with a twist. Spin the bottle for 7 minutes in heaven.”

You laugh, choking on your drink slightly. “Yeah I never played those games Pete. Probably not the best idea anyway with the amount of alcohol this group has consumed.”

“Aw cmon, it’ll be fun!” He replies with another wink “unless you’re chicken.”

All his winking is getting annoying.

“I ain’t no chicken!” Rocket shouts. “I ain’t no chicken about nothin’. What’s the game StarSack.”

Briefly Peter explains the rules. Spin a bottle, lord knows there’s plenty of empty ones laying around, and spend 7 minutes in a closet with the person it lands on. Looking around the circle you note the mishmash of genders and….species. It could be very entertaining and, while kissing is implied, you don’t have to do anything more than stare at each other in a closet.

Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but you shrug and the rest of the circle agrees. While Peter hunts for the perfect bottle you glance around the mess. Most of the Ravagers are either passed out or have stumbled off to bed. Yondu is sitting at a bench behind your little group, talking intensely with one of the navigation techs.

Your eyes linger on his broad back. The one person on this whole damn ship who hadn’t tried to get you in bed and…..the one person you’d climb into bed with. Everything about him, down to that deep gravely voice, made your knees weak. Thinking of spending 7 minutes in a dark closet with him, those big hands running across your body, jagged teeth nicking your lower lip….well it was enough to know you’re going to have a little trouble getting to sleep after this. Shaking your head you focus on the group in front of you. Yondu had treated you with nothing but what was expected of a Captain you remind yourself. So you push down the attraction and reminded yourself it’s a lot better to continue to have a job…again. Flirting with the Captain is a bad idea.

Peter walks back to the circle, a large empty liquor bottle in hand. Setting it in the center he smirks at you. It was the perfect excuse to get you alone. And he was confident after 7 minutes with HIM you wouldn’t be saying no. The bottle was the perfect size, and he knew he could spin it just right to make it land where he wanted.

“So I’ll go first” he smirks reaching for the bottle.

“No! Ladies first!” Nebula shouts, slapping Peter’s hand away. “I want to try this primitive Terran custom.”

She reaches forward and gives the bottle a twist. It spins round and round while the whole circle watches with baited breath. Slowly….slowly the bottle comes to a stop. Seven pairs of eyes trace the length of the bottle, following the line up from the tip, straight into Kraglin’s panicked expression.

“…me?!” he squeaks

“You are acceptable. Come on” Nebula stands up, grabs Kraglin by the collar, and hauls him after her. He mouths “help” with pleading eyes but everyone is frozen. Plus helping him would go against the rules.

Nebula shouts “start the timer!” as the closet door slams closed.

No one speaks for the whole seven minutes. When the timer goes off Gamora slowly gets up to gently tap on the door.

Another second passes.

The door slams open and Nebula steps out. “I enjoy this game, we will have to play it again.”

Kraglin stumbles out with a dazed expression on his face. His hair is messed and his jumpsuit is zipped further down. He licks his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah it’s nice….really nice”

The entire group roars with laughter. Drax is pounding Kraglin on the back and the first mate loses a bit of the glassy eyed expression. Yondu turns around to see what the commotion is about, rolls his eyes, and resumes his conversation. Fucking hooligans, the whole lot of them.

Nebula fixes you with her black gaze and gestures to the bottle. “Your turn human.”

Peter starts foreword. “Now listen Y/N, you’ll want to spin the bottle like this” he gestures with his hand “just so. Can’t have it landing on someone you don’t want” and he jerks his eyes at Groot with a mischievous smile on his face.

“I think I can manage spinning a bottle Peter” you reply sarcastically. “Anyway, I’d enjoy a nice conversation with Groot” you laugh reaching forward.

The bottle spins and spins while everyone watches. It slowly stops it’s rotation, coming closer and closer to Peter. His eyes light up in excitement, but the bottle continues just past him and points straight at Yondu’s broad back.

“YONDU!” Rocket howls with laughter “you got YONDU!”

“He’s not even playing!” Shouts Peter “That bottle was definitely headed towards me!”

“I disagree Quill” interjects Drax “I am next to you and the bottle continued towards me.”

“Fuck all you, it’s pointed at Yondu!” Rocket shouts before dissolving into more laughter. “He’s so old” the raccoon snorts, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.

Yondu’s had enough. It’s hard to concentrate on his conversation when the pack of jackals behind him keeps yelling his name. He swings a leg over the bench and turns around.

“What in tha name of hell are y‘all cackling’ ‘bougt” he snarls.

He sees the circle, the rat howling, Peter and Drax glaring at each other, and everyone else laughing.

Except you. You’re staring at the bottle on the ground pointed directly at him. Slowly you raise your eyes to meet his. Unconsciously you lick your lips.

Peter grins sheepishly. “Well we’re playing a game….”

“And what is this ‘game’”

Briefly Peter outlines the rules, looking more and more like a kid caught doing something naughty.

Rocket has recovered enough to screech out “It landed on YOU! Y/N’s gotta go in the closet with your old ass!” before dissolving back into laughter. He gasps for breath “unless you’re chicken.”

Yondu looks back and meets your gaze. He cocks his head arches a non-existent eyebrow. You blush.

“Imma get no peace with tha rat like this doll, an’ I ain’t no chicken” he says to you “we’ll just sit there and I’ll tell ya the story of Quill pissin’ himself.”

“Not fuckin’ cool man!” Peter shouts

Yondu ignores Peter and watches you. You’re blushing deeply now, and won’t meet his eyes. Originally he had planned to sit and talk, anything to shut the drunk raccoon up, but now wonders. She’s actin’ all shy and nervous. Almost like…

——-

You can feel yourself blushing furiously, while your earlier daydream about Yondu in the closet races through your head. Dread fills you as you consider the next seven minutes, close enough to touch the man you desperately want, but unable to do anything. Gathering a forced air of indifference you stand up and follow Yondu to the closet. Regardless of what you’re feeling, it’s funny as hell seeing Quill’s reaction.

You look back at Peter’s upset expressing and give him that sweet smile.

“I can’t wait to hear that story Pete” and you laugh at his groan of embarrassment as Yondu closes the door behind you.

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It’s almost pitch black in the closet.

You take a deep breath, settling yourself. Nothing is going to happen and it’s honestly better that you can’t see Yondu you think to yourself. Just two grown adults locked in a closet together. Totally normal.

“So about Peter pissing himself…” you prompt.

“Don’t wanna talk ‘bought Quill” his deep rasping voice comes from behind you.

You jump slightly. He’s a lot closer than you expected in the dark.

“I saw ya lick yer lips….”

He steps closer and you can feel the heat from his body. He smells nice, bourbon, leather, and woodsmoke. Reflexively you lean a little closer to the warmth.

“I saw yer blush….”

Large warm hands slide down your sides and settle on your hips. You twitch slightly. Those hands tighten and pull you back against his frame. The belts and buckles on his duster press into your back. A small moan escapes your lips.

You can almost feel his smirk in the darkness, his lips pulling back from those jagged teeth. You can feel him bend his head and warm breath washes across the back of your neck.

“I’m thinkin’ ya haven’t been honest with yer Capt’n sugar.” He’s closer now, his voice next to your ear. “I’m thinkin’ yer sayin’ no all them boys fer a reason.”

“Captain…I….”

He doesn’t let you finish. Bending his head further he attaches his mouth to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder meet. His teeth hold you in place while he allows his hands to start roaming over your body.

You’re trying desperately to hold your moans to a quiet level. In the back of your mind you can’t believe this is happening.

His hands become more insistent, roaming under your shirt and circling around your breasts. He pulls you back deeper into the closet until he’s sitting on a crate and your back is against his chest, ass pressed into him, and legs open across his thighs.

“Captain” you gasp “what…”

“Shhhh darlin’ I only got six minutes left and I’m gonna enjoy ‘em” he growls against your neck as his stubble tickles your sensitive skin.

A small part of your brain is screaming this is insane, it’s a bad idea, you can’t hook up with your Captain in a damn closet! There’s people out there! It’s the Captain!

But your body has other ideas. Unconsciously you press back into him, grinding your ass into his groin. Every pass of his hands is sending sparks to the heat building in your core and you’re almost panting in his arms. The feel of his teeth scraping slowly towards your shoulder sends shivers up and down your spine. It’s sweet torture and you’re desperate for more.

His mouth comes back up to your ear.

“Five minutes”

His right hand abandons toying with your nipple in favor of sliding down your stomach and covering your sex. He begins to knead his fingers, stimulating you through the layers of leather and cotton. It feels amazing but you’re desperate for more contact.

“Please” you gasp out, not entirely sure what you’re even asking for. All you can focus on is the feel of his rough hands teasing and caressing your body.

You can feel Yondu smirk into the skin of your neck. His hand moves to your zipper and opens it. Pushing your cotton thong to the side he begins to explore your most intimate area.

Your entire body tenses as your pants are opened, you almost protest because this has gone far enough. From a working relationship to his hand down your pants in less than five minutes? You feel like you really should say something. But then his fingers tease your entrance, wetting them and coming back up to circle your clit. A whimper rips from your throat, your back arches, and your legs spread wider to give him easier access.

“Four minutes” and you can hear the laughter in his voice “but yer so wet fer me darlin’ I ain’t gonna need that long.”

He slides his hand lower, pressing a thick finger deep inside you and slowly pumping in and out. Your moan is low and guttural and your hips twitch, desperate for more friction. Yondu laughs again and wraps other arm around your waist pressing you into him while holding you still.

“Ya like that sugar? Like bein’ teased by ya Capt’n?”

You finally manage to string some words together.

“Yes…fuck…..yes please. Oh god Captain…..please” you whine out.

“Ya gonna let me fuck ya? Take ya back to my room an’ wreck ya? Make ya scream?”

“Yes yes fuck yes….please” you moan out. Your entire body clenches at the thought of doing more with the large Centarian.

“Atta girl” he growls into your ear “three minutes”

At the word three Yondu pushes another finger into your dripping pussy and begins to pump harder. The heel of his hand rubs against your clit bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your head falls back onto his shoulder as you lose yourself to the sensations he’s pulling from your body.

Yondu looks down at your flushed figure, barely visible in the darkness. You’re squirming is his lap, ass rubbing against his erection. All the dreams, all the times he’s imagined having you like this, needy and shivering at his touch, don’t compare to the real thing. The whimpers and moans pouring from your lips and your juices flowing over his hand are driving him to the breaking point. He wants nothing more than to flip you over and bury himself in your quivering flesh. Patience he tells himself with a wiry smile, patience has never been his strong suit, you’ll have her soon enough.

“Two minutes” he says to himself as much as you. His breathing has gone ragged and there’s a snarl on his face.

You can feel the pressure of your climax building. The pleasure his hands and mouth are bringing you push every other thought from your mind. You couldn’t tell him to stop even if you could speak at this point.

He rasps in your ear “cum for me darlin’. Cum so I can wreck ya all over again” as he curls his fingers slightly to reach a spot deep inside you and pumps harder.

Your entire body convulses at his words. With what little presence of mind you have left you slap your hand over your mouth before a scream of pleasure issues out. Tremors wrack your body as a deep rolling climax consumes you, leaving you writhing and moaning as you sag back into Yondu’s solid frame. Yondu doesn’t stop until you’ve ridden through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure. Panting and shaking you can’t do much besides enjoy the aftershocks.

“One minute” he growls into your ear “gotta get ya back together before Quill rips open tha door.” He can feel the slick heat from you coating his hand and dripping on to his leathers. His cock is pressing almost painfully hard against his pants and he’s borderline desperate to get you into his bed.

You’d like to enjoy the feelings rolling through your body. Post orgasm bliss from the man you’d dreamed about makes you disregard anything else.

“Fuck Quill”

“Nah sugar, I’ve been wantin’ this fer ages. Not gonna share now.” Comes Yondu’s reply “Git yer ass in gear.” as he gropes in the dark for a rag.

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Peter is anxiously awaiting the timer to go off as he sits next to the closet door. As soon as the chime sounds he reaches for the door only to snatch his hand back as it opens.

Yondu’s solid frame fills the doorway. He’s got a cocky grin plastered on his face as he slowly wipes his right hand off with an old towel.

“Yer in luck Quill, didn’t have a chance ta tell her that story.” he moves away from the door and his grin widens, flashing his jagged teeth. “Imma head ta bed, don’t fuck anythin’ up now.” He turns and reaches back into the closet “come on darlin’…”

Peter looks beyond Yondu and sees you stumble slightly as you blink in the light. He takes in your glassy eyed expression, mussed hair, and the slight hickey forming on your neck. There’s no way he thinks. Absolutely no way.

The rest of the group is quiet, eyes wide as they take in your state and Yondu’s smug expression.

“Oh. My. God. You actually did it!!!” Screeches Rocket.

The raccoon’s comment shakes you out of your daze and you meet his stare.

“Yeah” you lick your lips “and I’m going to do it again.”

Yondu’s laughter roars around the mess hall. He wraps an arm around your hips and directs you towards the hallway leading to his cabin.

Peter’s loud cussing follows you and Yondu out of the room.

#yondu udonta #yondu x reader #writing

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omniishambles · 11 months

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Peter Quill Hunger Games AU

Peter Jason Quill was a smart kid. But not smart like most of the kids in his class. Yes, he could tinker around with electronics like everybody else, he could repair things when they stopped working. But he wasn’t book smart. And nor was he interested in being so, more of a day dreamer, an imagineer, his teacher fondly called him.

At 16 he ended up where all the other ‘Non Academic’ kids went. To one of the extensive factories where all manner of products were created and put together for the citizens of the Capitol. But that was fine! It was exactly where his Mom had worked too, before she passed away. And if it was good enough for her, it was good enough for him too.

Peter had always been good at making friends, and more importantly making fun. It had made his time in District 3′s orphanage more bearable. Though he spent as little time in it as he could manage, always sneaking out, finding a way past the barriers and lurking around the Victor’s Village. It was curiosity, more than anything.

All he knew about his absent father was that he’d been an ‘important man’. A victor could fit the bill. Breaking into what he thought was an unoccupied house, Peter first met Yondu Udonta face to face. A rich man who sure as hell didn’t act like one. But Yondu didn’t turn him in to the peacekeepers. Instead, he kept an eye on the boy, became something of a friend.

He became Peter’s mentor the day that his name was called at the reaping.

Peter’s personality suddenly became a huge advantage. He was charming, flirtatious, knocking his interview with Ceasar out of the park. Bigger and stronger than many kids from 3, he also had a physical advantage. But Peter’s weakness was his kind heart. Killing other people- other kids?

The horror of the arena started immediately. As the countdown began, the female tribute to Peter’s left dropped the token she’d been turning in her hands, setting off an explosion at her podium. Despite being washed with shock and gore, the countdown continued for the rest of the tributes.

Peter fought. He did his best not to kill, but to wound, incapacitate if necessary. On the final day he came up against Ronan, an arrogant tribute from District 2, streaked with mud and blood from other kids like some kind of sick war paint. It was a grim day for Peter, but the capitol went wild in celebrating the new victor from District 3.

#peter ; hunger games v #I could have made this short but I don't wanna

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guardianspatrol · 3 years

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UDONTAVISION — YONDU x READER IDEA

“ He’s gone , ( y / n ) ! “

“He doesn’t have to be.”

As if find myself rewatching WandaVision, I also find myself itching with another idea for a mini series. It is HEAVILY inspired by WandaVision but it instead evolves around the death of Yondu Udonta and how the reader insanely grieves over it. Feel free to keep reading on if you’re intrigued !

Yondu Udonta is dead.

You watched as his cold, lifeless body was brought back aboard by Peter Quill. You felt the raging warmth of tears fall down your cheek. The violent pain of screaming escape from your throat. You spent days on end crying, yelling, and aching for the loss of your beloved. Only to one day be overtaken by a numbness induced by your newly dead soul. A numbness that drove you away from the Guardians of the Galaxy, no matter how much Peter they protested.

Yondu Udonta is gone. But he doesn’t have to be. Not if you don’t want him to be.

You’ve spent all your years loving him. Holding onto the hope— the promise that one day, you two would set aside your undesired lives to live ones you’ve always dreamt of. You can’t just leave that promise to die. Not like he left you to selfishly die. The galaxy is filled with endless possibilities and you’re filled with endless grief determination to find a way to keep this promise alive. And one day, you finally do in the collection of the Collector.

Yondu Udonta was gone. But now he’s back in your arms.

He’s whispering sweet nothingness into your ear as the two of you live lives only seen in the movies. “Yondu” is begging you to let him go from this wrapped reality. He’s reciting every cheesy thing the two of you had ever heard Peter quote from Terran sitcoms. You two are living out the promise made to each other in the loneliness of your broken days. And you couldn’t be happier, even if those around you are suffering.

I’m not sure how helpful that “summery” was. Y’all probably got the idea after I said it was inspired by WandaVision. And I would give away the actual twists to this but I don’t wanna give anything away in case I do write this. Will I write this ( or any of my ideas ) ? High chance I won’t because of the lack of motivation & time I possess. But will I keep sharing these ideas with y’all until I can ? Yes <3

#guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #star lord #yondu udonta x reader #groot #kraglin obfonteri #drax the destroyer #yondu udonta imagines #yondu udonta #yondu x reader

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imagine-rose-writes · 3 years

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IMAGINE: [Marvel]

Dating Yondu

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagines #marvel x reader imagines #yondu #yondu udonta #yondu x reader #yondu x reader imagines #yondu imagines #yondu udonta x reader #yondu udonta imagines #yondu udonta x reader imagines #romance #romance imagines #dating #imagine #imagine if #imagine that #imaginerosewrites

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fanficsforfun · 1 year

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Close to you

Pairing: Yondu Udonta x female reader

Word count: 1,1k

Warnings: some rough language

Summary: You like Yondu and come up with a genius plan to make sure you get his attention

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Come a little bit closer You're my kind of man So big and so strong

Come a little bit closer I'm all alone And the night is so long

You had seen him a couple of times. In your opinion he was cute, the blue skin, bright red eyes and all. He lived by selling stolen stuff to collectors. He was dangerous as hell, you knew that but you were completely under his spell. You needed to get in touch with him and figured the best way you could get his attention would be by letting him know you had something interesting to sell. So you stole a very interesting thing and as you suspected, got his attention. Word spread quickly and it wasn't long before he came to you. He and his scruffy gang of bandits staring at you curiously.

“I’m willing to sell this for 30 000 units”, you started and could see that he was really interested now. Well of course, as the price was less than half of what it would be on the market. “But only if you promise we’ll meet again.”

“Deal”, Yondu agreed off the bat. He’d get a Goddamn treasure practically for free if he’d just bother to meet with this little girl someday in the future. It was a great deal. Only a total idiot would turn it down. So the goods changed hands, and so did the money.

After the deal was done, you two went in your own directions, but you couldn't get him out of your mind. For a moment he had been so close to you that you could feel the warmth of his body. The urge to touch him had been irresistible, but you hadn't done anything. That would have been too much of a risk. Yet the memory made you longing after him. The man's red eyes often twinkled in your daydreams and if you closed your eyes you still could see a smile flickering on his lips. It was just a smile to the good deal, but you gave him the reason to smile so it was to you too, right?

For a while you were okay with only having your fantasies, but eventually you got tired of waiting. You started hanging out at every possible place where Yondu might be, but you didn't catch a glimpse of the blue skin nor the black and red clothes. You already started to doubt that the man had lied until one day, while you were walking alone on the street, you suddenly felt someone's hand on your shoulder.

“Surprise”, a husky voice whispered right next to your ear. You shivered as you recognized him.

“Yondu”, you greeted him and turned to look at him with a smile. “Long time, no see. I thought you stood me up!”

“No, I keep my promises”, he stated, his hand still on your shoulder. The urge to touch him became overwhelming, so you decided to act, regardless of the consequences.

“Hey, um. May I hug you?” You asked, trying to sound casual.

The question came out of nowhere. He didn’t see it coming and for a second he couldn't answer anything out of surprise. It only took a moment before he got his thoughts back in order and was able to put the pieces together: an interesting object, a really cheap price, as a condition a promise to meet again and now this. That girl likes me!

“Of course”, came Yondu's reply with a smile that this time was for sure to you.

Your gaze wandered into his red eyes that sparkled brighter than you remembered before you wrapped your arms around him. You shivered again as you felt him do the same. You squeezed his jacket into your fists and let out a deep breath. Damn, how long had you wanted to do this. To hold him close.

“Ya could have just asked, ya know. No need to trick me with exceedingly low price requests and unusual terms of trade”, Yondu commented.

You felt your cheeks heating up. Oops, you thought. Of course he would eventually figure it out but regardless you felt like you would have done something really bad. Played dirty, nasty games behind his back. For a moment you felt like running away, but his grip on you was tight. He wasn't going to let you go.

“What did ya think? That I would say no if ya wouldn’t bribe me first?” There was amusement in the man's voice. “Come on!”

“Well, that’s what I thought”, you admitted, relaxing again.

“That’s ridiculous”, Yondu laughed but the laughter wasn’t malicious, more like when an adult laughs at a child's silly fallacy.

“Oh please, you’re not exactly the kind of man I would think wants to waste his time on something like this!”

“Everybody needs a little love, even me, although it may not seem like it”, he smiled.

“That’s not how I meant it”, you hurried to explain after realizing you sounded pretty blunt. “I just, um. You’re a damn captain of Ravagers faction and-”

Yondu cut you off before you could explain further.

“I got it but stop acting around me like I would kill ya any second or I might actually do it.”

“Oh. I’m sorry”, you whined.

The smile on the man's lips told you that he wasn't quite serious, but you weren't going to try your luck. When he loosened his grip on you, you took a step back, trying to hide your disappointment. You didn't want to let go just yet. The air suddenly felt cold when you were no longer in his arms.

You shouldn't have worried as before you knew, you found yourself from Yondu's bed right next to him, cheek against his bare chest. You had pressed yourself against him as closely as you could get, arms around him and leg over his thigh. The man stroked your back, smiling to himself. He was still amused by how much effort you had put in to make sure he would come back to you one more time and all that was just so that he wouldn't reject you when you just wanted to be close to him.

That night you had no trouble sleeping as Yondu’s presence made you feel so safe. If anyone would try to bother you, one whistle from him would be enough to scare whoever away (and if not, that problem would easily be solved with another whistle!). Honestly, you hadn't expected him to let you stay the night by his side. In fact, you thought he would have refused the hug, not to mention everything else, and laugh at your stupidity. Sometimes it was nice to be wrong.

#marvel #guardians of the galaxy #yondu udonta #yondu #yondu fanfic #yondu fanfiction #yondu imagine #yondu x reader #yondu udonta x reader

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theycallmequeenie · 11 months

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Yondu x Reader Part 5

A/N: Okay all this one got away from me a bit and sorta took off on its own and to be utterly honest I haven’t got the foggiest idea of where this is going at all. I wish to apologize for the excessive run-on sentences/paragraphs. You’d think by now I’d know what I was doing and be a pro at this. Anyway here it is please enjoy ~Queenie.

Master List

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5:

Yondu took her back to his quarters and got her into his shower, letting her shower in peace he set to arranging his room to accommodate both of them. Tonight, he wasn’t letting Y/N out of his sight he was afraid that if he were to leave her by herself, she would focus far too much on the negative things about them as a couple that were intent on creeping into her mind. At least if he were there to hold her through the night, she wouldn’t be alone with just her thoughts.

He knocked on the door that led to the shower and told her that he would be right back he was running over to her quarters for a moment to grab her sleep clothes and a change of clothes for her in the morning. She tried to argue with him, but he was gone as quick as he had appeared. By the time she was finished and drying off Yondu returned and shyly handed off her pajamas that she insisted on wearing even though Yondu insisted that they weren’t lady like. Yondu grumbled the entire time Y/N dressed, but once she stepped out of his bathroom he stopped in an instant. In awe of simplistic beauty.

Y/N tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear, starting to turn a light shade of pink, again, under Yondu’s gaze. She wasn’t used to such attention. Back home she was always too plain or too boring or something along those lines for the guys back home. Yondu’s enamored stare was still a new concept for her. She watched the blue man before her questioningly pondering his intentions in her mind. He had never been this insistent on her staying with him before. She didn’t fear him, but this was a new thing for him and between them.

Yondu, again, could sense the apprehension coming off her Y/N’s body. To sooth her concerns he gave her a gentle smile before speaking to calm her, “It’s alright, Darlin’. Only thing that’s goin’ to happen in here t’night is sleeping. No funny business, I promise. I just want ta make sure that mind of your’s don’t go getting’ to ya and messin’ up what we got goin’ here. I want nothin’ but your company t’night, Darlin.”

Nodding Y/N agreed that staying with her captain tonight would probably be for the best because she sure did have a lot wandering through her mind that could have potentially done damage to their budding relationship. She knew what her mind did all too well and this was the one thing that she didn’t want it to mess up.

She whispered a soft, “Okay Captain.” And moved closer to him, reaching out a hand hoping for him to take it. Which he did and gently pulled her into his arms, kissing her gently on her forehead hoping the innocent gesture would calm her evident nerves. It did. She rested her head on his chest and smiled against it.

Yondu pulled her back from him again offering that same harmless inviting smile as he spoke to her, “Now Darlin’ you gonna be okay with me sleeping shirtless? I know you ain’t quite ready for me sleepin’ in da buff…” He gave Y/N a wink as he finished speaking and looked her in the eyes waiting on his answer.

Y/N offer him a shy smile in return and nodded in response, “That’s fine Cap. You know I don’t mind seeing you shirtless. It’s quite an impressive sight in my opinion.” She offered him a wink of her own and a mischievous little grin and let go of her Captain.

Yondu felt saddened by the loss of contact with her and smiled and gave her a gentle and playful swat across her bottom, “Alright Darlin’, git on dat bed and git yourself comfortable. I’m goin’ to get myself ready fir bed and I’ll be right out.”

Y/N squeaked in surprise at the swat and nodded again listening to Yondu and situated herself on one side of the bed making sure to leave more than enough room for him. This was going to be a new experience for her as she had been an only child without many close friends and have never shared a bed with anyone before let alone a romantic interest. She had never actually slept with anyone else in the room much less with someone next to her in the bed.

As she was lost in these thoughts and fussing with the little bit of the covers, she had allowed herself to take Yondu had stepped out of the bathroom and watched her for a moment in complete silence, smiling to himself. While he wasn’t going to actually “have” his woman, he still had her in his bed for the night and in his opinion this way was far more intimate than if he were to have sex with her. He definitely wanted that at some point with her but tonight was all about holding her tight though the night and, hopefully, calming any and all concerns that her mind could throw at her. They had been so close to that point earlier much like other times that week only to be interrupted, again. It was always something on that ship it seems that fortunately the only ones that have caught him and Y/N in his quarters together were Peter and Tullk. Neither of them would end up telling anyone on the ship. Thankfully.

Neither Y/N nor Yondu was prepared for the almost guaranteed crap fest that would come from the rest of the crew finding out about their relationship. They both knew there would be at least a fight if not a full-blown riot from the rest of Yondu’s Ravager crew. Yondu didn’t want that on his hands just yet and he knew for certain his woman wasn’t ready for all of that chaos. He knew his crew would think him soft and that Y/N was trying to sleep her way to first mate despite being one of the only ones on the ship that was willing to do every bit of maintenance and cleaning and what not that none of the other will do. Yondu had talked many times with Y/N over the year plus that Y/N had been with him and his crew about the first mates’ position on the ship and she has flat out refused it every time it came up. She was perfectly content with her ‘generic run of the mill grunt’ position. He knew she was happy with the minimal preferential treatment she was given. The separate quarters from the rest of the crew and things like that.

All these things passed through Yondu’s mind as he walked from the bathroom to his bed and laid down on his back lifting his left arm inviting the timid Y/N to curl into his side and lay her head in his chest. Reassuring her that it was alright and that she was safe. Telling her that he wasn’t sure of the exact name of this on Terra, but he called it ‘Snugglin’ which as she was inching away from the wall she had been hugging and closer to him she let out a light giggle telling him that was essentially what they called it there too.

As he was lowering his arm around Y/N he felt her tentatively reach her arm across his abdomen and lightly place her hand on his chest as he softly assured her that it was okay, she rested her head on his chest and was asleep in moments.

But the sleep was short lived as she shifted away from him only a couple hours later and jumped awake momentarily forgetting why she wasn’t in her bed, waking Yondu with her sudden gasp.

Yondu jumped ready to protect both Y/N and himself only to realize there was no tangible threat in the room when he discovered her sitting up trying to stop the slight tremble she had woken up with. He immediately started trying to sooth Y/N telling her she was alright and that she was safe. He gently wrapped an arm around her to try to stop her trembling. This seemed to sooth her well enough as he murmured soothing words in her ears, he felt a shaky hand on his upper thigh and could just about feel Y/N turning bright red at her own brazen actions and in a soft voice he heard her whisper his name…

To Be Continued…

@capitanostella

Part 6

#queeniesmusings #queenies fanfiction #queenies fic #Guardians of the Galaxy #guardians of the galaxy fandom #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #Yondu Udonta #yondu imagines #yondu fanfiction #yondu udonta x reader #yondu fanfic #yondu fic #yondu imagine #yondu udonta imagine #yondu udonta fanfiction #yondu udonta fic #happy reading

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mrblueyoudiditright · 3 years

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Intoxicating Discovery, Fantasies Fulfilled

Yondu x Reader Summary: Yondu discovers that he can smell Terran arousal, and finds this new revelation very interesting. Warnings: NSFW, Smut. Crappy title, might change later, (open to suggestions lol)

You didn't know exactly when you started to have the hots for your captain, but you considered the fact that you did to be inconvenient.

Mostly because you didn't see him being interested in sleeping with one of his crew.

So, you tried to push any "horny" thoughts away when you were around him. Easier said than done. His gruff voice, the way he carried himself, that cocky grin, his teasing nature... all made you want him. But still, you were sure that it was never going to happen, so you weren't going to attempt any advances and risk embarrassing yourself.

You'd keep your desires private.

At least, that was your intent.

At first Yondu doesn't realize what he's smelling when he's around you. He thought maybe it was the soap you use.

It wasn't an unpleasant smell, but he did find it odd that Kraglin couldn't smell it at all, and the fact that some days he wouldn't smell it on you right away. Some days when you'd show up for duty he wouldn't smell it at all, but then as the day went on he'd start noticing it more the longer the two of you were together, and sometimes the smell would disappear on its own, sometimes after you excused yourself for a toilet break, but also sometimes seemingly out of nowhere.

It took him a while to realize that the smell would get stronger when he's teasingly flirt with you, and it was about then he started to suspect what it was.

Could he really be smelling your... arousal?

The realization both surprised and delighted him. He didn't know why he was the only one who could smell it, but he brushed it off as maybe being just a happy evolutionary accident that centaurians could smell Terran arousal, seeing as none of the rest of the crew seemed able to smell it. He wondered though, if correct, if your state of arousal might actually be directed at him?

He decides to keep this discovery to himself, just until he's sure. He isn't fully sure what he plans to do with the information when and if he is sure, but he has a couple ideas.

He starts putting you on more jobs with him, giving himself more time with you to tease and flirt with you, and it confirms his suspicions.

With every tease, with every touch, the smell of your arousal gets stronger, and the blush you try to hide on your cheeks only confirms it.

He decides to have some fun. Obviously, being captain, he can control your schedule. He keeps you busy, giving you tasks that require you to be near him, and he takes every chance he gets to make you flustered, but doesn't give you much free time to... *ahem* "take care of" that frustration.

This turns out to be near torture for you. Over several days of working with Yondu you almost thought he was trying his damnedest to turn you on.

You'd be correct, but you didn't know that.

Somehow he could find the time to tease and flirt with you and make you secretly needy between the legs, but you couldn't find the time to relieve that tension. You couldn't do it on a bathroom or lunch break, because you really only had enough time to do what you needed and get back to work with the tasks you were assigned.

You did make one attempt at an attempt, however. You thought maybe you could steal yourself away in a closet and take care of it. Unfortunately Kraglin opened that same closet to retrieve something shortly after you entered. Luckily you hadn't even opened your pants to get started yet, but the close call prevented you from trying again, and had the merciful side effect of cooling your loins for a bit.

You also couldn't find relief before sleep or upon waking because you were so tired after working you'd fall asleep the second your head would hit the pillow, and you had to get ready for work the second you woke up.

Needless to say, you had a tightly wound coil and nowhere to spring it, and Yondu wasn't helping.

After a couple days of this Yondu then schedules you to go on a job alone with him. The two of you will be leaving early on his M-ship for a far off-planet that will take at least a couple days to reach.

As soon as you're informed you are hit with conflicting emotions. A fluttering in your heart, and an internal sense of dread as you realized that this meant more of the same torture, if not worse. You knew you'd likely spend the whole trip horny and too nervous to actually do anything about it.

When you take off it's just you and him. Alone on the M-ship. And he makes sure to take any moment he can to make you blush. Flirting, teasing, anything to make your heart flutter and your center wet.

It's only just after the middle of a day cycle on the first day when your smell tells Yondu that you're already horny as hell, and he decides to see how far he can take it.

He sets the auto pilot and walks up behind you while you're looking over some plans. He places his hands on your shoulders and grins when you tense up the moment he presses his thumbs into your trap muscles and asks if everything looks do-able.

You stammer out a yes, knowing that he's not really asking if the plans are feasible, but rather if you feel confident in that you can do your job, and the answer to that question must always be yes. Regardless of that, though, has he always been this good with his hands? He wasn't exactly giving you a full shoulder rub, but it still felt amazing.

Yondu grins. He can feel you relax under his touch and pretends to be suddenly fascinated with, "how soft ya Terrans hair is." His fingers trail up your neck and into your hairline, making you shudder and the smell of your arousal that much more intoxicating to him.

As much as you want to just sit there and let him touch you, you know you need to find a reason to leave for your own sanity.

You go to stand and falter, but he catches you by the lower waist, near your hips, saying, "Easy there. Don't need ya injured before we even get to the job now."

You let out a half-laugh and try to stammer out something witty, but it doesn't come out right and you feel he can tell how flustered he's making you.

You'd be right.

Yondu grins, and responds with a remark asking if he should hold onto you for safe-keeping until you land. You almost think you can feel him grip you a little tighter and you can't help but lean into his touch, praying he doesn't notice.

He does.

He allows his fingertips to slip just into the waistband of your trousers, testing the waters.

Your breath catches in your throat, but you don't say anything. Part of you is convinced it was an accident, but that doesn't stop the dirty thoughts racing though your mind.

Yondu grins behind you, moving one hand forward toward your stomach slowly.

"S-Sir?" you stammer. You were certain this was deliberate now. Were you dreaming? Reflexively you lean further into him. You couldn't help it. You desperately wanted him to keep touching you.

Yondu takes this as a sign to continue. "Something wrong?" he asks, slipping his hand slowly down the front of your pants to cup your sex. "Yer feelin' a little... wet, there..." He lets out a slight chuckle when you twitch.

"I- I-" you start, heat creeping into your face as you cut yourself off in an attempt not to moan as his middle finger begins to make slow circles over your clit. Dear god, you didn't know how you got here, but you needed this so bad.

Yondu chuckles, noticing you lightly squirm. "Funniest thing I recently realized... took me a while to figure out what it was, but when yer all hot and bothered... I can smell it."

You shuddered against the amazing feeling between your legs, despite your face turning bright red. "That- that's not possible..." you manage to get out without moaning. He could smell when you were turned on!? The thought was both impossible and mortifying at the same time. Did this mean he knew every time he turned you on? Oh god, did he suspect why you took so many toilet breaks now? Could he honestly smell when you were horny? That was impossible, right?

"Maybe for you," he laughs, "but not fer me, apparently." He rubbing more purposefully now, making you buck your hips once before you manage to control yourself again. "But if I'm wrong... I can always stop..." he grins, "Just gotta say the word."

Your thighs twitch. You didn't want him to stop. You had been fantasizing about this for weeks. You had been desperately horny for him for days now without relief. It felt so, so good. You needed this so bad. "P-Please..." you stammer.

"Please, what, darlin?" he asked, not stopping in his motions and reveling in how you shuddered in his grasp.

"Please... Please..." you gasp, you can feel yourself getting close. "Please don't stop."

You can feel the rumble of his laughter on your back and your hips begin to roll in the waves of your pleasure when he slipped a finger inside you and continued rubbing your clit with the heel of his hand. "That's what I thought, darlin.' Ya should have just said somethin'. Would've been happy to oblige."

Your breath quickens and you can only answer back, "Oh- Oh please... Sir... please... ohh god... please..." as you feel a familiar pressure tightening in your core. Fuck, this was amazing.

"Say my name, girl, and tell me what you want." he says, adding another finger inside you and grinning as you whimper and moan when he finds your spot.

Your hips roll of their own accord, the delicious feeling washing over you. "Please... Yondu... so close- I'm so close!"

Yondu chuckles, saying, "Tell me what ya need, sweetheart." He can feel you shudder with every stroke, and he massages your hip with his other hand. The way your body reacted to his touch was beautiful, he could watch you squirm like this all day.

"Oh! Oh please, Yondu! Please make me come!" you gasp out, pleasure coursing through your body as you squirm against him, so close and so desperate to cum.

"That's it. That's what I needed to hear." Yondu teases as he picks up his pace.

You can no longer hold back your cries of pleasure as he hits your spot over and over along with your clit. Your hips buck of their own accord and your hand grabs the arm massaging your hip just for something to ground you as your orgasm hits and you quiver though the crashing waves.

Yondu continues stroking until you come down and relax back against him, panting. Only then does he pull his hand from your most sensitive area, lightly scratching your lower tummy once his hand his free just to tease you and laughing as your hand swats his away.

"I'd ask if that was good fer you, but the way you were shaking tells me all I gotta know, sugar," he teased.

You turn to face him, blush still over your cheeks as you smiled in post-orgasmic bliss and said, "Well I believe I should return the favor now," reaching a hand to stroke over his hard length through his pants. You knew you were being bold, but after what he had just done, you figured turnabout was fair play.

Yondu grinned at you, grabbing your ass and lifting you to sit on the table and making you gasp in surprise. "Well, darlin, something tells me you're ready to go again already."

He was right, and you had never enjoyed traveling to a job more.

#yondu udonta #yondu fanfic #yondu udonta x reader #yondu #yondu fanfiction #yondu x reader #yondu imagine #guardians of the galaxy #mcu #marvel #gotg

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bongbottom · 3 years

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DJEJEJR PLS YONDU IS A DILF THO HES JUST SO???

HE ISS

Imagine meeting quill and joining his group then meeting yondu and it's immediately looking at quill like "I'm about to be your step mother, I don't care if we're the same age"

-🦡

☆ pronouns: she/her

☆ word count: 298

☆ pairing: yondu udonta x reader (implied chubby reader)

☆ warnings: a sex joke or two but nothing too bad

NAURR BC THIS IS SOME SHIT I'D BE ON

(Y/n) flipped her laser gun around in her hands a few time before putting it back in its holster. She looked at Peter, confused at what he had just said.

"What do you mean we're about to meet your father? I thought we were about to rob this ship! Plus I thought your father was a terran?" Gamora hit her, giving her a 'why would you add that last bit look'.

"Well he is- was- that's not the point! Yondu raised me practically my whole life since I left earth. Look there he is now!" looking from the air headed man, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. Yondu was a tall older man with blue skin and a space like fin on his head. Whistling some she eyed him up before turning to Peter once more.

"Yeah I'm sorry but your dad is a daddy! Should've never brought me to him because I'm gonna be your momma in a few years give or take...hopefully take." she whispered, causing his eyes to go wide. Before he could cuss her out or make a scene she stepped in front of the group, taking a place before him.

"You new, kid?" he asked, eyeing her up. The suit that she wore was a tight one, clinging to every curve and roll on her body. It made her light weight and quick on her feet, but it wasn't hard on the eyes either.

"Of course I am! Don't you think you would've remembered someone as hot as me?" she gave him a cocky smile which he matched, slightly impressed. "I'm (Y/n) also known as Peter's best asset to the team and hey, maybe after a drink or two the best fuck you've ever had."

Peter made a fake gagging noise as rocket covered groots bark, glaring at her. Yondu however licked his lips before walking past her but not before a quick brush of his hand along her side.

"We'll see, kid, we'll see."

#yondu imagine #yondu x reader #yondu udonta #yondu udonta x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x plus size reader #chubby reader

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spices-and-cherries · 2 years

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How they react to your glasses (or lack thereof):

Yondu Udonta, Merle Dixon, Clyde Dutton

I, personally, wear glasses all the time because I’m near-sighted, but most works relating to glasses presume that they’re for reading. Well, not anymore because I wrote for both near-sighted and far-sighted folk. I’m going to try and do this for the Daniel Craig characters as well!

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it!

Masterlist:

Yondu Udonta:

With glasses:

“Didn’t know you wore them spectacle things.”

“You mean glasses?”

“Same thing.”

Without glasses:

“Put yer damn spectacles back on! I don’t got no time fer lazin’ about!”

“I have contacts in.”

“Don’t sass me! Now get back ta work!”

Merle Dixon:

With glasses:

“Ya look like one of them sexy librarians.”

“Oh shut up, Merle.”

“What? You gonna mark me down fer bein’ too loud?”

Without glasses:

“Ya scared the shit outta me! Thought you was somebody else...”

“What? I’m sorry - could you say that one more time?”

“Shut the hell up, dumbass.”

Clyde Dutton:

With glasses:

“You sure those are the right prescription?”

“It’s a little off, but they’re cute, right?”

“Cute don’t matter if you can’t see fer shit.”

Without glasses:

"Did ya loose ‘em?”

“No, they were broken last night with that stupid centipede.”

“Shit. Let’s get you some new ones, then.”

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Weird, I know. I hope the format was easy to understand? I’m a little worried that it might be a bit confusing, but I might just be overthinking things. I know this wasn’t exactly what y’all were hoping for from me, but I hope you all enjoyed nonetheless!

- Simpy

#yondu udonta x reader #Yondu Udonta #merle dixon x reader #Merle Dixon #clyde dutton x reader #clyde dutton #x reader #Michael Rooker #fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #imagine #dialogue baby

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vlads-fangs · 2 years

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Yondu imagine #5

Hello! I am back again with another Yondu X reader story. A wholesome one, of course <3

❗️C u r s e w a r n i n g ❗️

Hands💙

(I’m terrible with titles hush :D)

“I’m fuckin’ tired of this shit!”

You flinch, hearing the captain yell so angrily. Slowly, you peek out of your room. You could see Yondu there standing with a few other ravagers, going off about something…most likely something that happened on their most recent mission. Once he finished yelling, his boots hit against the floor as he turned to head back to his quarters. Thinking as quickly as possible you ducked back into your room as he passed by. You stood on the other side of the door, hoping he wouldn’t yell at you for eavesdropping…even though he easily could be heard all throughout the ship.

You felt bad for him, yes, he seemed angry quite a lot- or rude at times..but there was something about that old ravager that triggered your curiosity.

“ Will he get even more mad if I ask him what is going on? probably…will I get yelled at? Definitely.”

Of course as you said all of this, you readied yourself to go talk to him. This is most likely a bad idea..but here you were doing it anyways. Once you slipped on your warm fuzzy socks, you headed out the door and into the almost quiet hallways. All that could be heard were quiet conversations coming from other crew mates in their rooms. Your quiet foot steps approached the captains bedroom, waiting just a moment before knocking. Lowering your hand, a response came soon after with the door knob twisting. Fear grew inside of you, preparing to be yelled at-

“Kraglin- I already told you I don’t have your god-damned- oh..y/n…the hell you want?”

Immediately you made eye contact with him, looking into those deep, red eyes. Were they always that dark? They looked like small pools of blood, burning with anger. Trying your best to remain calm, you kept a relaxed tone.

“Oh I- I couldn’t help but hear you earlier..you sounded really upset. I just wanted to check on you..”

Trying your best to stay calm, you watched his facial expression. That angry and annoyed look slowly dropped to a calmer one. He sighed, looking down at the floor then meeting your eyes again.

“Oh-..yeah, just pissed off..people are shit…I assume you wanna come in and talk huh?”

Nodding slowly, Yondu opened his door a little more for you. You had only been in his room a few times before, mostly just to clean..since you didn’t like going on the missions you figured cleaning was a good way to help around the ship.

He had a very nice room, a big bed, a small kitchen area and a bathroom. You watched as he washed his hands multiple times. Why? Stepping a little closer, you could see his blue skin was a bit reddened around his palms and knuckles. He must have had to fight someone while on the mission- or he fell..either way it seemed to bother him.

“Would you like me to take a look?”

His dark red eyes locked with [your eye color] ones, not liking being seen with an injury. Yondu shook his head, giving a bit of a grunt while drying his hands. You had an idea of what could help his hands.

“I’ll be right back!”

You left his room, heading back to yours. You had just the thing. Digging through your bathroom cabinets you finally got your hands on the special lotion you knew would work. Once you returned, you walked up to him.

“Open your hands, it might feel weird but it’s good for you.”

Yondu looked very confused but trusted you..it was sweet. He stood there with his hands in front of himself, held open. Placing two dabs of the lotion on them, you motioned for him to rub his hands together.

“Oh it’s fuckin slimy-“

“Just keep rubbing your hands together, it’ll be fine.”

His hands were really bad..his knuckles were bruised and so were his palms. You hoped he wouldn’t mind you doing this..- gently placing the bottle down you held his hands in yours, feeling his rough skin against your finger tips. At first he didn’t really know what to think..was this weird? He really liked it, weirdly enough. A small smile appeared on his face, slowly looking at you. Feeling eyes on you, you looked up to see he was staring at you.

“Oh- is this weird? I’m so sorry Yon- I mean captain-“

You tried pulling your hands away, but his grip wouldn’t let you. Instead he pulled you in a little closer than before..his thumbs rubbing the top of your hands gently. You laughed softly.

“I thought you were upset.”

“Not anymore.”

He smirked and leaned in to give your forehead a soft kiss. Well..you weren’t expecting that, but you didn’t mind it. Not one bit. A small blush appeared on your face, leaning in a little more. You kissed his chin, only being tall enough to reach that spot, but it worked. He got the point.

“Hehe, shorty~”

You playfully pushed his chest gently, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah yeah I know.”

Yondu pulled you back in once more, this time in a full embrace. It didn’t take you long to melt into him. His arms felt so safe and secure…it was perfect. You lifted your head to look up at him.

“You don’t have to be anywhere..right?”

“Nope, got the rest of the day off, honey.”

“Good..”

The two of you plopped onto the bed, cuddling for the rest of the evening.

#marvel #michael rooker #yondu udonta #yondu #guardians of the galaxy #comfort character #imagine #cute #comfort #fiction #my writing #writing #soft

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