I Died From Feeling So Many Feelings.

Oh my poor sweet raccoon. I’d give him all the pets.

Rocket Secretly Liked Being Petted I

For a moment, Nebula wasn't sure what to think. Then, "You hacked your Cyberbrain?" she exclaimed with a mixture of anger and concern. "Why?!"

Rocket's expression wilted. "Shouldn'a said nothin'... Knew this was a bad idea..." he mumbled. Then, bracing himself as if for retaliation, he answered, "I... it's a piece of code that works on a timer, 'bout half an hour to an hour. It... it sorta half shuts me down, brings 'me' - Rocket - semi-offline, gently; leavin' the... the base animal... but also leavin' enough'a me there so's I can control the base instincts so it don't get scared..."

Nebula puzzled through the jumbled rambling explanation, then, exasperated, asked "What if this piece of code fails?! What if this 'timer' stops working?! You'd never surface again, Rocket! Why would you make such a thing?!"

"BECAUSE WHEN DRAX PETTED ME, I LIKED IT, OKAY, AND I WANTED TO BE PETTED AGAIN!" Rocket suddenly shouted, eyes tearing up. "Because... because I wanted to know what all it was like without me gettin' in the way; all'a my thoughts. "'Touch only brings pain, Rocket! Petting is demeaning, Rocket. It's only for animals, pets, Rocket, and you ain't no animal or someone's pet!' All these awful thoughts, me gettin' in the way. B-But... I saw Quill layin' on the couch in the Milano Commons an' he was 'pettin'' Gamora, he was strokin' her hair an' she looked nearly asleep. I... I wanted that, to know what it was like, this pettin' thing..."

Nebula nodded; she thought she kind of understood? "Just..." she huffed, "when you do this, please make sure someone is with you, just in case..."

Wiping his eyes with his paws, Rocket looked up at her. "Yeah... The other day, when Quill and I were arguing? It was all staged so's I could get him away from you all. I... I got him back to my room, apologized an' then we hashed out a deal..."

✩˚₊‧♡ Blackmail Material ♡‧₊˚✩

masterlist [COMPLETE]

18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | complete | word count: 30,591.

a classic tale of "that fuckin raccoon found your sex toy." post-endgame friends-to-lovers smut with feelings.

i am not writing off the possibility of an epilogue someday (a "one year later" scenario won't fully let go of my brain) but for now i feel like this story has been told and we can leave these two to enjoy their smutty little lives together.

Collects 3 of 3 Parts. ♡‧₊˚✩

♡‧₊˚✩ Part One: Blackmail Material [8/7] you've been hiding one - or maybe two - things from your best friend on the Bowie. unfortunately for you, now he knows. smut with feelings + fluff. sex toys, voyeurism/exhibitionism, impact play.

♡‧₊˚✩ Part Two: Self-Sufficience [8/28] rocket deals with the emotional aftermath of your night together, engages in some kinda-sad masturbation, and learns that deep down, his most-secret kink is having sex with someone who loves him. fuck. smut with feelings + fluff. angst, sexual fantasy, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), spanking.

♡‧₊˚✩ Part Three: Bioluminescent [10/23] rocket finally decides what he wants. you're glowingly happy to oblige. smut with lotsa feelings + fluff, dirty talk, begging, light dom/sub elements, little bit of oral, references to impact play.

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The H.E. Deserved worse.

Tw blood , trauma

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POV: you’re the high evolutionary😭😭😭

Enjoy!!

Also hyperventilating… in French.

Themed nights at Sister Margaret's.

Please, if you need it, get help.

hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak

The cuteness is so perfect!

Entanglement -Chapter 5

This isn’t my favorite picture BUT I did slowly make this whole feeling really down so I’m just happy I finished it. This amazing story is by @hibatasblog!

Ahhhhh! Someone rescue that poor honey. 5 packs a day! That’s all his earnings!

rocket raccoon au where he works a minimum wage fast food job and he’s at the end of his rope so he smokes 5 packs a day to cope

Holy shit guys, she back!

la gaudière.⋆☁︎:･꧂ preview

[anticipated 2/27] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 26/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | navigation ART: pearl’s character design | pearl & rocket’s bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle | adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @/starriidreams | sexy, evocative waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @/hibatasblog ♡

bby i'm back!

so excited to be posting for cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂again. a little more slowly, but still. ugh i missed these babies. thanks for your patience!! ♡♡

someone steals from the collector. warnings below.

Rocket would’ve liked to think that when his life finally flashed before his eyes, it would’ve been a too-brief catalogue of the good moments: playing tag with L06 and A95, laughing from the vents with the Captain on the Eclector, the first hug he’d ever gotten — from Lylla — and all the uncountable, ineffably sweet moments he’d had with pearl over the past few cycles. 

Not that he would have minded another glimpse of her glorious tits, of course, or the way she’d looked when she’d come on his dick — but somehow, even those moments aren’t his favorites with her. Teaching her how to shoot, though — telling her stories in the runabout, or staying curled up with her under the flight controls — those were the real golden moments. Watching her stand up to the Sovereign, or tell him he was being a jerk, or scamper around with all that joy when she’d seen the abilisks.  Hell, watching her stand tall on that gambling table with a feral f’saki in her arms, surveying the havoc she’d just created like some avenging, drunken, pouty blue-haired goddess — if he could see that one more time before he died, he wouldn’t even care if there was an afterlife, good or bad. Instead, what happens when Rocket finds himself catapulted halfway down the street is that he’s struck by all the times he’s been an absolute ass, accidentally or on purpose. He’d known she’d misunderstood when he’d said he regretted things between them, but he hadn’t bothered to set it right. And he’d known she would misinterpret his reasons for going to the Brass Camellia, but he’d frickin’ said it anyway. He was finally gonna die — something he’d both run from and wanted since the moment he’d watched his brother and sister burn — and pearl was gonna think — pearl was gonna think— I just need to think, and I can’t with you looking at me like I’m some kind of monster.  He isn’t ever gonna get to take her to see a damn Acanti migration.

His body bounces — it’s a miracle it doesn’t hurt more, with all that metal weighing him down — and he sits up slowly, trying to shake the calcium-dust from the fur of his ringing ears. There’s a slice on the side of his nose, he thinks. His ribs ache but his breath doesn’t rattle, and he should take a second to inventory his body — make sure he’s got his fingers and toes, that he hasn’t broken his tail, figure out where the singed-fur-smell is coming from — but as soon as he realizes he’s frickin’ alive, he hits all fours and sprints toward the husk of the museum.  Start there, he thinks. Start close to ground zero and work your way out. Find pearl. Drax if you can.  Then get starside before shit hits the fan. Rocket has been through enough prison breaks to know that nothing generates rebellion like seeing the center of power demolished, and he suspects a mining colony full of forced laborers won’t be much different. Either the Collector’ll crack down or some other power will step into the void, and Rocket doesn’t want himself or his pearl on the ground when it happens.  His eyes search for the lilac-blue banner of her hair like it’s a song he’s trying to remember. Everything is dim and burnt and broken and maybe he wouldn’t be able to make out the vibrancy of her curls through the dust and dark and shadows anyway, but he tries. He takes in a chestful of air through his nose, hunting for waterlilies and something clean on the air — only to immediately double over when the insides of his lungs are painted with bone-dust and cinders. Something inside him pinches and aches.  “Pearl!” he tries to yell, caution and anonymity forgotten, but his voice cracks and withers in the haze of grime.  What if she’s dead? What if she’s gone like Lylla, like 06 and 95?  And you never fuckin’ made it right? He swallows and breathes deep and tries again, calling up the lowest, most carrying voice he can from the carved-out hollow of his ribs.  “Kitten!”

from chapter twenty-seven. la gaudière. ✩ ‬ cicatrix masterlist.⋆☁︎:･꧂ navigation | fiction masterlist

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

WARNINGS for this chapter: headwounds and near-death experiences. regret and angst. woundcare. some comfort. this chapter uses descriptive imagery that may be reminiscent of residential and urban environments impacted by bombings, warfare, or natural disasters like earthquakes.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

Gamora and her little tree.

What I love about Rocket is the 100% sass on the boy. This line is perfection.

Even in alternate universes, like my Entanglement, he would still say this about Quill. Even and maybe especially, if he was in a romantic relationship with Quill. Just because the lil guy loves someone, doesn’t mean that the constant burns, insults, and grumpiness ever stop.

Never go full Quill