☆ Peter Quill ☆ Oneshots/Imagines

Imagine Peter defending you

"Baby, I need your loving," Peter strolled up to the bar, taking the seat next to you. "Got to have all your lovin'.."

"You never know when to quit, huh, Qull?"

"Come on, Baby," he cooled, sliding an arm around your shoulder. "I call you Baby, because you're my baby."

Smiling at the affection nickname, you pressed a kiss onto his cheek and ordered him another drink.

"You're so good to me," he gushed, rubbing his fingers against your shoulder. "Ooh, BABY, I love your way, everyday, yeah.."

Hushing him quickly with a hand to his mouth, Peter grinned and held up a hand indicating he'd stop.

"Thanks," you exhaled. "Enjoy your beer, I'm going to use the bathroom."

Peter nodded and took a sip from his beer, but as you headed toward the bar's restroom, his voice ran through the joint.

"You were born to be my BABY. And BABY, I was made to be your man!"

Laughing, you whipped around to tell him to shut it - only you slammed into a very large man.

"Watch it, bitch!"

The man spat out, taking a step toward you, but he was pushed back into a table.

"NOBODY PUTS BABY IN A CORNER, A-HOLE!"

Peter growled at the man, pulling his blaster out of it's holster. "You got a problem with Baby, you got a problem with me. Get it, chump?"

You watched as the man got up, taking a step up to Peter, who glared at the drunk.

"Forget," he groaned, waving a hand at the two of you.

Peter smirked as the man walked off. "You okay, Baby?"

Nodding, you pulled him roughly by the jacket against you. "That was very hot, Quill."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Come on, you know I had to defend you."

"And why is that?"

Peter cleared his throat and you tried to cover his mouth, but he dodged the attempt.

"'Cause you'll always be my BABY!"