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The next Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Prompt is up on AO3! I’ll update it here later this evening after I get done with work. I hope ya’ll enjoy it! Here’s an image to give you a hint what it’s about.

[During a mission]

Nebula: Quill, what are you wearing?

Quill: Gardening gloves for the heist.

Rocket: You couldn't wear any other pair or gloves?

Quill: Real men wear floral while trespassing

A kiss kiss may lead to a bang bang… read this awesomeness everyone!

negotiations.

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mid-to-high grade spice | gn reader | no use of y/n | oneshot | 1,834 words. read negotiations now ♡༄.° ✈︎ ₊⭒˚｡⋆

you and rocket make a deal (not for the first time).

Primary Prompt: Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead. (#42)

Supplemental Prompt: A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party. (#22)

“You’d been working for almost three straight shifts,” you protest. “I just wanted you to come to bed and rest — to take care of yourself.” Your neck softens against your will and your head rolls back as he nibbles a line along the top of your shoulder: from spine to wingtip, then back to the juncture of your throat. You can feel the blunt pressure of his careful canines — the silken brush of his beard against your shoulderblade when he tugs the collar of your shirt down, stretching it out enough to make room for himself. “Well, now I’m gonna take care of you,” he rumbles, and you can feel his chest vibrate through the flimsy cushion of the chairback. His hand cradles the back of your skull — fingers sinking into your hair, claws prickling your scalp — before he curls them into a fist and uses it to guide your head to one side, baring the tender veins and arteries and tendons to his mouth.

read more on ao3 ♡༄.° ✈︎₊⭒˚｡⋆

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CONTEXT/WARNINGS: loosely eidos-inspired; rocket's a mischievous and bossy little scamp with one flarkin' thing on his mind. this is just like. a lot of steamy smooching with suggestive commentary (nothing too explicit but, you know, they're clearly sleeping together). reader is described as having hair long enough for rocket to grip. pet names, including but not limited to sweetheart, honey, etc.

kiss divider & support banner by @/saradika-graphics | glitterfall divider by @/bernardsbendystraws | star fairylights by @/thecutestgrotto

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Prompt # 20 Put Your Ray Gun to My Head

Petra held the laser pistol she stole from the room at the ready as she ducked down, and the door to the small bedroom opened. The hallway was empty; neither the gigantic tree man, the vicious green woman, nor the small, angry, and begoggled creature were in evidence. She let out a breath of relief before rising back up and making her way down the hall. Her heart pounded as she slowly eased her way towards what she hoped was the cockpit.

Everything on this damn ship is weird, Petra thought: the small child’s clothes in the locker, the too low workbench littered with odd tools, and the thick aroma of degreaser and fir trees permeating the sheets on the bed. She side-eyed the long row of storage racks lining the hall that narrowed the slender passageway even further. She frowned and shook her head. Stay focused, keep your cool, Petra thought angrily, but a niggling thought kept tickling at her brain.

The last thing she remembered was running away with her prize before agonizing bolts of electricity arced through her nerves. Normally, a jolt like that was painful, not even close to debilitating, but being caught unawares was another matter entirely. Letting out a howl of pain, the surprise shock took her brain back in time and space, back in a time where she was helpless and terrified.

In her mind’s eye, her former tormenter, Thalisk rose above her as he advanced with the controller. When he depressed the button, she fell to her knees as the electric misery danced a wretched tune down each nerve in her body. Petra glared up at the man, refusing to give him the pleasure of watching her suffer.

The Badoon leaned down, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips as he said, “Still so willful, eyes full of hate and determination. I think I can fix that.” He flicked a part of the controller and the voltage increased. Petra fell down, chin hitting the ground with a sickening thump. She jittered on the cold stone floor, and Thalisk chuckled wryly, “Now, writhe, little girl.”

As Petra fell in this present time, the unlocked memory of horror left her open and too frightened to use her powers. She was trapped and unable to move. She was strapped down and helpless at the mercy of a sadist and a sexual predator. Petra slammed face first onto the ground, mask taking the worst of the hit. A familiar voice rang out in gloating meanness, “Yeah, writhe, little man.” Before she lost consciousness one last thought passed through her mind, Rocket?

Castigating herself for thinking about him in a moment so awful, Petra continued down the hallway to where a set of stairs spilt out of a blind turn. She didn’t like that one bit. If she went up those stairs, she would be a sitting duck. She pressed herself against the wall and mulled through her options.

She could double back, see what was on the other side of the ship or just go back to the room and lay in wait, but none of those ideas really appealed to her. Waking up in only a too-big tee-shirt and boxer briefs didn’t really help her mood or make her feel anything but anger at her captors, and she was furious when she couldn’t find her pants or jacket either. Fucking pervs, Petra thought irritably as she decided to wait at the bottom of the stair well until someone came down.

The metal was cold on her back and legs as she laid in wait, her ass was half frozen and her bare feet sore before she heard the sound of clicking claws on metal. Someone or something was making their way down the steps. Moving as soundlessly as an owl in flight, Petra positioned herself gun at the ready in a double handed stance. She had no idea how tall her opponent would be, so she decided to aim for a more certain place. As the being stepped onto the first step within sight, she was growling out, “Move one inch and I’m gonna shoot your dick off!”

Instead of a set of any kind of genitals, Petra found herself with her gun inches from the long, sloped nose of a familiar and beloved face. Rocket stared down at the barrel of Petra’s gun, his eyes almost going cross eyed to take in the unexpected threat. Kithree-fucking-hell, you’re more amazing beautiful than I remembered, he thought in wonder as he took her in, looked into her eyes for the first time in thirteen years.

He was struck with a thousand sharp arrows, his throat filled with bile, as he took in the vision she made. The snapping green eyes were as gorgeous as new spring grass, her hair was a riot of curls, and even the murderous expression on her face filled him with hope and love. He watched in awe as her mouth dropped open in alarm and surprise, and she gasped a strangled sound that climbed half way to a sob. Her eyes filled with tears and her lower lip trembled.

The need to stop her tears had him making a terrible joke, anything to have that face light up for him again. “You’ll have to aim lower if you want to shoot my cock off, doll,” he said in the tenderest tones he’d ever uttered.

Without her helmet limiting her range of vision or his combat goggles hiding most of his face, identities couldn’t be hidden, beloved visages became clear. Her pistol didn’t waver where she kept it leveled at Rocket’s face, but Petra’s voice wobbled as she spoke, “Rock- Rocket? Is that really you?”

His throat was stuffed so full with emotions it made it hard for him to speak, the universe’s largest lump lodged in his gullet. He swallowed in a lungful of air then groaned out, “Course it’s me, baby girl. Who else would I be?”

Petra removed her finger from the trigger, hit the safety, and let the laser pistol drop from her hands and clattered onto the metal stairs. The weapon bounced noisily as it skittered from step to step, echoing horribly in the enclosed space. Her eyes were wide and shimmering with tears as Petra stood looking up mutely at the procyon. All of her body was frozen in place except for her trembling hands held up to him with the shaking awe of the disciples witnessing the return of the messiah.

Rocket’s ears rang from the violent cacophony of metal on metal. He flattened them and he winced before sighing in exasperation, “Jesus Christ, Pet, that was frickin’-” He was going to say ‘loud,’ but his mouth was suddenly occupied as Petra surged forward, grabbed his face, and slammed her lips to his.

She kissed him hard enough that when she bumped gracelessly against his front teeth, she cut her lip on them. Petra hissed at the momentary sting of her injury, but her lips never left his. She stole his exhaled breath as she used the blessing of his open mouth to deepen the kiss and lick in between his lips. The smooth glide of her tongue against his rougher one pulled a low growl of want from Rocket’s throat, and Petra answered with a moan that went right to his dick.

For the shortest moment, he could taste the holy copper penny flavor of her blood before the cavern of his mouth filled with honied sweetness and golden light. A forgotten but now remembered string of words singed his brain and bowed his back, "But if we walk in the light, as [s]he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood… cleanses us from all sin." * Rocket’s whole being burst into a wild conflagration of heated light and flame that did not burn.

Inside his body, his veins pulsed as the blood they carried transmuted into the incandescent splendor of the molten heart of a star. Petra was there in every cell of his body, her light filling all the cracks in his battered soul. As he was ensnared and wrapped in a tangle of glowing vines that cradled and held him with all the aching care and desire of a lover. He was finally home and known after being so long in the lonely void.

Rocket whined wounded noises into Petra’s unrelenting rain of kisses, dragged his tongue against her teeth, and bit her lower lip in a worshipful prayer of bone deep gratitude. She was dragon fire in his throat and lungs searing him with the intensity of her love for him and the unbearable pain of their separation. My darling love, he heard her think, Mon beau chaoui, mon coeur, stay with me, never leave me again.

He answered her words with the devotion of his mouth, promised to hold her soul between his teeth and never, never let go again. Pet, baby girl, I’ve always been with you. I told you before. We are bound. Our very particles are entangled together, and our souls are one, his heart answered back.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that she’d dragged him off of the stairs where she cradled him in her arms as she sat on the floor. She was a golden angel, illuminated with light and splendor. “I love you, Rocky. I love you. Rocket, I love you,” she chanted endlessly in the most adoring whisper he’d ever heard. Kiss after kiss was pressed reverently into the fur on the top of his head.

All of the aches and pains from earlier in the day were gone, evaporated in a searing, cleansing wash of brilliance. His hand no longer ached, his left hip was completely free of anguish, and inside of his body there was a racing and pulsing flutter of soothing butterfly wings, his mouth filled with the sweetest nectar. In the dim shadows of the stairwell, Rocket raised his hands and saw that his fur gleamed silver and bronze and his claws were obsidian daggers reflecting the stars themselves. His whole body was humming with song of Petra’s light.

She leaned down then and kissed him again, softly and sweetly as if he were made of fragile crystal or candy floss. Her lips moved all over his face, laying every bit of her feelings on every inch of him that she could reach. Petra’s magic mimicked the gentle way her lips moved against his. As she ghosted kisses against the corner of his mouth

“Please,” Rocket gasped as his hands covered Petra’s own where she cupped his face, “Petra, please,” he said. He didn’t know what he was asking for, only that his need was desperate and infinite, a deep pit that could only be filled by her.

She pulled back from his face. Her skin was like sheets of hammered gold and her eyes were the green of lit boron, flickering flames of verdant loveliness. Around her head, the golden curls were the harmless snakes of a tamed gorgon, beautiful and twisting with serpentine elegance. “You’re alive,” she breathed. “I found your broken body with all of your soul ripped out of it. I thought I would never hear your voice again,” she murmured. Her eyes held the crushing weight of all those years fate forced them apart.

“Whatever, whoever you saw, Pet; it wasn’t me. I’ve been travelling the universe searching for you every day.”

Petra looked into his perfect garnet gaze and pressed her forehead to his, “Oh, God,” she said as she rubbed his ears, “I’m so fucking glad, Rocket. I’m so happy.”

He pushed her away only so that his eyes could greedily take her in, “I never gave up. I never stopped. I never quit looking for you.” He was going to say more, something beautiful and loving, but Petra cut off any more words with another heated kiss.

Rocket was distantly aware of Petra blindly yanking his goggles off his head so that she could grip and pull the fur on the back of his head with one hand and crush his body against hers with the other, clutching at his ass with fierce possessiveness. His own hands sprang up. One paw tangled in her blond curls, and the other squeezed a breast through the soft cotton tee-shirt, claws pricking dangerously through the fabric. The sound Petra made when his thumb rubbed roughly against her nipple filled him with purpose. He dragged her down onto the unforgiving metal floor so he could lay atop her, straddling her waist and all but bucking his hips against her.

Between the two beings raged a fire of need so intense that there was no room for elegance or care in their kisses. Lips met and were the desperate crash of waves against rocky cliffs. As all rational thought fled his brain, Rocket felt the savage struggle of instinct and fought the clawing scrabbling urge to bite and mark what belonged to him, what was his. “Need you,” he said between bruising kisses, begging in a voice made of broken glass and spilled whiskey, “Need to be inside you.”

Petra nodded in agreement before pushing him up as she palmed the front of his orange jumpsuit. She hissed a wretched little cry of frustration when she couldn’t figure out how to get him out of his clothes fast enough.

“Let me,” he told her through clenched teeth as he released buckles and catches, nearly hurting himself as he tore his arms out of the sleeves and rolled the cloth down his waist. He’d never moved more quickly in his life as he wiggled down her body to be between her legs again. He couldn’t wait to shimmy the briefs off of her legs; instead, he ripped them down the middle making a frighting tearing sound that had Petra bowing her back and whimpering.

Rocket stared down at her perfect cunt and wanted to weep or fuck her until she couldn’t walk. “Baby girl, you’re already that wet?” he moaned as he reached down to trace the length of her slit, shuddered at the feeling of her desire slicking his fingers.

Petra whined and covered her eyes, “Why aren’t you already inside me?” Her whole body was shaking with the desperate and overwhelming need to have him fucking into her.

“Gimme a goddamn minute, you cheeky whore,” he grinned at her as he took his cock out and began to line himself up with her entrance. His body was a tight line of barely restrained lust.

He took a deep breath, and just as he was about to thrust his hips forward, he was jolted back by Petra’s flailing hands and deafened by her screech of, “Holy shit, the tree monster is back.”

“I am Groot!” Groot bellowed in outrage, and Rocket felt his ears burning as his friend laid into him about not fucking people without their consent.

Rolling over she was grabbing for the gun, and Rocket was fighting to keep her from reaching it, scrabbling to throw the weapon as far away as he could while Petra was yanking on his tail. “Trust me, I had her fucking consent, Groot,” he wheezed as he smacked Petra’s hand to make her let go of his tail.

“Rocket gimme the gun!” Petra snapped as she tried to grab him before he squirmed free of her grip.

Chucking the gun over Groot’s head, it sailed far down the hallway to where no one could possibly reach it and shoot anyone. “Every one, calm down. No one has to get hurt here,” he cried out to the two beings he loved more than any others.

“That tree tried to kill me,” Petra retorted hotly as she tried to sit up and cover herself with one hand.

“I AM Groot,” Groot answered sharply and pointed at Rocket’s exposed sex.

Rocket slapped his forehead in annoyance and snarked, “Stop accusing me of shit I didn’t do. She was practically begging for me to dick her down.”

“Rocket!” Petra exclaimed, her face a glowing ember of red coal.

Before he could explain further, there was an ominous thump against the ship and the com system blared, “This is the Nova Corps. You have fifteen seconds to reply to this query, or we will blow up this heap of junk you call a ship.”

* 1 John 1:7 "But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin."

TRACK # ?

Moonage Daydream

Song by David Bowie

I'm an alligator

I'm a mama-papa comin' for you

I'm the space invader

I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you

Keep your mouth shut

You're squawking like a pink monkey bird

And I'm bustin' up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe

Put your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!

Don't fake it baby

Lay the real thing on me

The church of man, love

Is such a holy place to be

Make me baby

Make me know you really care

Make me jump into the air

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe

Put your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe

Put your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream, oooh!

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe

Put your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!

Freak out

Far out

In out

Me too. Me too.

i love guardians of the galaxy because i love strong beautiful women and i love himbos

Pretty art work!

j'me + rocket

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rocket and @caesarhamato22's j'me looking at a starmap. are they picking where they're going for their next mission? next heist? next vacation? i don't know but i am here for it. i love j'me, and it is always a blessing to draw something for jay, who is an elder god in the rocket fandom and has written some of my favorite comfort one-shots ever.

(here's my first j'me drawing)

i've had a hard time drawing lately ~ i haven't touched my tablet since my father's accident i don't think. a combination of life + work craziness. but i am slowly getting back to the doodle queue. honestly, it's good for me to give my brain a break from stress + writing. i'm hoping to be able to post one picture a month. and right now, i'm really grateful to jay for bringing me back to artistic expression with this image because it just warmed my heart to imagine & to draw. (i would also like to go on a mission/heist/holiday with rocket)

anyway ~ enjoy, and go read some of @caesarhamato22's amazing fanfiction!

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Look at this amazing gorgeousness! I’m in love with the collaged background and vivid warm colors!

A gift for @hibatasblog! An extensive vacation for our two favorite explorers. In my mind Rocket is hung up on all journey details when it’s his turn.

So Petra would post this, but Gamora is the cat and Rocket is the wife….

Saw this on Twitter

Me and Rocket having all the things in common.

Just Petra hanging out with Tony Stark…

Peter’s here asking the important questions.

Peter: Guys, I've been thinking.

Mantis: Uh-oh.

Rocket: Oh shit.

Drax: Really?

Groot: I am Groot?

Nebula: Truly a groundbreaking moment in history.

Peter: Man, fuck you guys. I've got a very important question.

Rocket: Hold on.

Rocket: [Pulls a bomb out of his pocket.]

Rocket: Okay, now I'm ready.

Peter: If a huge dick can be referred to as a "third leg"...

Nebula: Great start. Just... impeccable start.

Peter: ...Does that make a strap-on, a "peg leg"?

Rocket: [Detonates bomb]

˚₊‧✶ headcanons & imagines ✶‧₊˚

smut-free | complete | word count: varies. banners by @thecutestgrotto and @saradika-graphics

various guardians of the galaxy headcanons, minifics, drabbles, asks, imagines, and fan art! most are sfw and/or fluffy, and most can be read platonically or romantically. any that are nsfw are notes as such. back to main masterlist.

✶ ask | ‧₊˚ minific

general headcanons ✶‧₊˚

˚₊‧✶ how rocket views sex work (positivitely) [NSFW] - VERY short. just few words. ˚₊‧✶ rocket & occasional post-sex feelings [NSFW] - VERY short. just few words. ˚₊‧✶ quill & innocence/optimism - getting lengthier. kind of an imagine/drabble. ˚₊‧✶ rocket & nebula (2014) in endgame ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket & quill were scooped together ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ cinnamon roll peter quill continued ˚₊‧✶ rocket, lylla, & drax; comfort post-xandar ‧₊˚ [related: drax & lylla symmetry] ˚₊‧✶ rocket's dad-glasses ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket's lifespan ✶ ˚₊‧✶ how the bowie got its name (threaded convo with @mrwolfhare) [minific] ˚₊‧✶ how mantis names the abilisks ✶ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ mantis' friendship with rocket [threaded with headcanon 12] ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ mantis & drax & what parenthood means ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ why did thanos snap half of ALL life? (convo with @mrwolfhare) ˚₊‧✶ rocket is smarter than stark ✶ ˚₊‧✶ the bowie's construction/smarter than stark pt 2 (convo with @leresq) ˚₊‧✶ rocket's movie & television tastes (see follow-up ask, what if rocket finds the mcu movies?) ˚₊‧✶ raccoon sensory perception [ANGST] ˚₊‧✶ a new addition to rocket's library of mocking endearments ˚₊‧✶ eidos-rocket's goatee ✶ ˚₊‧✶ eidos-rocket headcanons with an SO (for nonnie) [SFW & NSFW] ✶ ˚₊‧✶ rocket's tail in the nanosuit ✶˚₊‧✶ rocket's use of medpacks ✶˚₊‧✶ not really a heacanon but some of the reasons people resonate with rocket ✶˚₊‧✶ universal translators (how they work, etc) (threaded convo) ˚₊‧✶ universe killer rocket (threaded convo) ˚₊‧✶ rocket solo movie/how he met groot (@chl03ph0b1a). ✶‧₊˚

imagines ✶‧₊˚

˚₊‧✶ rocket needs comfort food (creamy chicken fajita pasta nonnie) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket reacts to string cheese (string cheese nonnie) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket steals your espresso beans (string cheese nonnie) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket puts on weight 1 (nonnie) [fuck fatophobia] ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket puts on weight 2 (nonnie) [fuck fatphobia] ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket on birthdays (@lilfoxay) ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket & coloring (string cheese nonnie) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket & origami ( @wren-phoenix) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket & lava lamps ( @chippybritt & @thirteens-lucky-tardis) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ bedtime rituals of rocket raccoon pt 1 [THREAD] ˚₊‧✶ rocket responds to you having an anxiety attack (hickey-nonnie) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket & sudoku, crosswords & word-searches ( @hyperjorts) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket & hanayama puzzles (nonnie) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket sings (nonnie) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ what if rocket finds the mcu movies? ( @mcsquared789) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ music and rocket & adam, pete & jason ( @leresq) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket goes on a road trip with wanda (for @hibatasblog) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ petting rocket till he purrs (wholesome nonnie & @whitedragoncoranth) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket "fixes" your car (@urbanfox197) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ ᯓ⋆｡°✩practice: an eidos-rocket minific [for nonnie] ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket enjoying pop culture [for nonnie] ✶‧₊˚˚₊‧✶ rocket loves drag [for nonnie] ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket gets a team-up film (@leresq) ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket solo movie/how he met groot (@chl03ph0b1a). ✶‧₊˚

fanart ✶‧₊˚ ˚₊‧✶ rocket & nova corps pt 1 ˚₊‧✶ rocket & nova corps part 2 (with what if? nebula) ˚₊‧✶ rocket & being a decent fuckin person ˚₊‧✶ chonky winter-fur rocket on fron (it fucken wimdy) ˚₊‧✶ rocket stuck in deep snow (string cheese nonnie) ✶ ˚₊‧✶ rocket needs/hates his anxiety jacket ˚₊‧✶ rocket & his pjs (bedtime rituals of rocket pt 2) *may be a bit spicy/nsfw? ˚₊‧✶ bathtime rituals of rocket raccoon (@mrwolfhare) ˚₊‧✶ rocket & origami (from the above imagine) ~ (@wren-phoenix) ˚₊‧✶ you give rocket an otter stuffie ‧₊˚

see more rocket raccoon fan art by me ✶‧₊˚

You know you have a problem when you see the gang everywhere. Tell me you don’t see this too.

Bear= Drax

Fox= Gamora

Raccoon= Rocket

Bunny= Peter

Squirrel= Mantis

Bluejay= Nebula

Entanglement Chapter 16: You Turn Me On (I’m a Radio) coming out Friday. Hold onto your favorite stuffed animal or pet… it gets a little dark. Trigger warnings will be posted at the end like always.

Oh no, not sexy cowboy sheriff Rocket! Guess I gotta run real slow past them cacti. Be a shame if I fell onto a strategically placed picnic blanket and couldn’t run any farther… Also finished writing chapter 16 of Entanglement. A few edits and it’s out there.

✨️AWOOGA✨️

Oh no, he’s hot!

ripping apart and putting together different incarnations of Rocket to genetically engineer my own perfect version of him

I mean he’s my favorite hot mess too!

I got this shirt in an ad and knew exactly what I had to do

He hates it loves it with all his heart ❤️

Also hyperventilating… in French.

Themed nights at Sister Margaret's.

My boy…. Noooooo

In stasis🌌

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

@inubaki @raccoonfallsharder

🌸✨💓THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! 🫂 PASS IT ON AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY! ~♡ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

awe tyy <33

A painting by the amazing artist Ksenia Buridanova that is giving me Knot vibes from Chapter 16 of Entanglement. Don’t worry though, this fucker will be so, so sorry in the near and coming future. A peek at the next chapter under the picture.

Thalisk whispered something low and growling to Knoliadin before switching back to the standard Badoon that her translator could make sense of. “I advise caution, my prince. The girl has yet to learn proper respect, proper reverence,” he warned as he made his way across the room.

“I’m sure that with your careful tutelage, she will learn quickly, Thalisk. Your methods are, no doubt, impeccable.” Knoliadin replied, an understated elegance to his words that Petra had never before heard from him.

“I do not anticipate her being an apt pupil. Insouciance seems to be bred into her bones.” Thalisk answered.

“Odd,” Knoliadin answered with a frown in his voice, “I have found her to be a quick study. She has already passed the third level of Jalwek-Pazon in a short amount of time. Consider her heritage. Consider the sort of being she is.”

Even though terror was buzzing in her finger tips, the way the two men were talking about her like she wasn’t even there was starting to really annoy her. She didn’t like how he called her a ‘being’ as if she were something other. The sound of moving fabric and footsteps yanked her thoughts back into horror.

A gentle whisper of a touch brushed against Petra’s face. She strained wildly to get out of reach, to get away from Knoliadin, but could not escape. He dragged the back of his fingers across her cheek with a barely there caress. His touch was distressing, his skin seemed to buzz against hers as if little tingling fibers were connecting them where skin met skin. “I can feel the fear pounding in your neck like a trapped animal. Be calm. I will not harm you.” When he lifted his hand away, the fibrous strings stretched, pulled, and thinned, but did not separate completely. I made her skin itch and twitch, she wanted to scratch herself bloody with her nails.

Petra flinched hard enough that she experienced a bracing shock as he traced the edge of her jaw with his thumb. It made her slump in her bonds and groan again as pain danced up her nerves. “Shhhh,” Knoliadin crooned as his hand lingered on her shoulder.

When she recovered somewhat, she made a small noise of protest as he slid his claws into her hair. “Shall I remove the blindfold? I imagine it would comfort you to see where you are.” He said as he loosened the fastenings on the sides. A rustle of fabric and Petra was squinting her eyes even at the dim lights of the room.

She couldn’t see much. She knew if she turned her head too quickly she would feel burning electric torment, so she focused on what was directly below her feet. Gleaming metal, sleek and sterile duraplastic lined counters. Machines both familiar and strange loomed like ghosts in the shadowed room. There was an IV of fluids and nutrients hanging above her head, and she was laying restrained on a padded surgical table. A medical lab. She was in the ship’s medical bay. Wide bands cuffed her wrists, ankles, shoulders, waist, and hips. An uncomfortable pressure on her head made her suspect some sort of electrodes were placed there.

“There she is,” Knoliadin said, and Petra’s eyes flickered to her side to see him smiling down at her. He wore a dark eye patch over his ruined eye and a sleek red and golden brocade robe of Shiar wood dove silk. Before she could stop the sound, a whine spilled over her lips. “Shhhh,” he repeated, as he cupped her face, “So, you feel it too, our connection, our bond.” It was as if her cheek was threaded to his palm with squirming, writhing worms that consumed both of their flesh at once.

“You didn’t mean to create this connection, did you?” he asked, voice full of sympathy, compassion. He glided his clawed thumb under her eye to catch the first drops of moisture there.

“No,” she answered, eyes overflowing with tears.

“You did only mean to heal me? Nothing else?”

“Yes, only that.”

My heart. ❤️

So I'm just NOW finding out they had an interactive event at D23 where you could TALK TO ROCKET!!! I wish I could have been there so badly I want to talk to himmmmm 😭

To fill the eternal soul-crushing void I now feel at not getting to experience this I've been watching videos people posted of their interactions with him and OMG HE'S SO FUNNY!!! The actor needs a raise he portrays Rocket's speech and mannerisms so perfectly! Some of my personal highlights from what I've seen so far:

He thinks IGN is a spaceship

He wants to name a ship after one guest (highkey jealous of her ngl)

He is under the impressions that Mickey ear headbands are some kind of modification and he wants to steal them

His entire interaction with a Mantis cosplayer is absolute gold

He asks one guest what his engineering experience is and the guest responds that he knows how to use tape and glue. Rocket gets very excited at finding someone who knows how to use tape (as someone who loves Rocket's duck tape obsession from the TV show this is everything to me)

He asks a guest what he does and the guest says that he just kind of exists. Rocket calls him unemployed

He says "biologicalistical"

A group of guests tell Rocket they love him and he actually says he loves them back! Then he says he also wants to miss them but he can't do that if they don't LEAVE. Lol

He pitches his voice up and mimics a guest and it's so funny (the CG model bugs out a bit here but it only makes it more hilarious)

To keep guests moving along Rocket will have a funny way of dismissing the current group and it's great every time

He is very weirded out and confused by a guest's Hei Hei cosplay

A guest says "I am Groot" and Rocket admonishes him for cursing in front of the younger guests 😂

A guest wants to take Rocket's picture so Rocket says he'll give them his good side. He then turns around and FRICKIN' MOONS THEM 💀💀💀 I CAN'T-

So anyways now my life will never be complete but by golly I'm going to search out every video of this that I can find!

(P.S. DISNEY YOU ALREADY PUT THE GUARDIANS IN EPCOT PLEASE ADD THIS AS AN EXPERIENCE I BEG OF YOU)

Truer scenario never existed.

Rocket: How many times do I have to apologize?

Quill: Once would be nice!

Rocket: Hmm… no.

OMFG… Ya’ll, I died. This is the sex pollen Rocket story we need in our lives!

you are cordially invited ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ to the fifty-second bicentennial masquerade exhibit on exitar: a night of haunting & hedonism (hosted by the tivan group)

kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction masterlist 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2 parts | word count: pending. read book three ★࿐࿔ you are cordially invited now ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊

you'd do anything for enough money to care for your ailing mother — including agreeing to a night working for the collector. too bad you weren't more prepared to be part of the entertainment.

CONTEXT: au based loosely on mcu vibes. resourceful reader is also a bit of a nihilist (expression of apathy toward life/death). caretaker reader/discussion of ill parent/parent death. the collector & his friends are creepy bastards (seriously i did the elders real dirty in this one). sub reader / dom rocket. HEA of course. warning for a no-smut first chapter, too much lore, + unhinged plant-science.

★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ part one | tricks | thursday, october 31. you try to stay under the radar at your new temp job: one night in a gutted skull, serving devious eldritch monsters in masks. your only ally? a rather ominous wolf. (... well, "ally" might be a generous term...)

KINKS/WARNINGS: no smut (yet), very mild spice (slow-burn i guess?). warning for too much lore + unhinged plant-science.

★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ part two | treats | tuesday, november 5. caught in a maze of glass coffins and hunting for escape, you and your wolf stumble across some particularly lascivious pumpkins, resulting in something more-or-less akin to — well, possession.

KINKS/WARNINGS: wolf/bunny play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex pollen, noncon/dubcon*, public sex, edging & overstim, dacryphilia, begging, praise/degradation, light humiliation, come-eating, too many orgasms, biting/marking, aftercare. *neither rocket nor reader are necessarily the "aggressor" in this scenario, but have both been forced to ingest an aphrodisiac by a third party.

★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ excerpt below.

When you look down, you can see that all the tiny purple crystals and amethyst-prisms on your corset are flecked with orange now, too — microscopic tiny shreds of gold leaf clinging to your bodice. “What is it?” you ask, and some of it falls into your mouth. Strawberry pixy stix, you think, and your tongue darts out before you can stop it.  “Fuckin’—“ He shoots a glare at someone over your shoulder. “Little gift from the Erotist, I’d guess. Or the Gardener.” Something warm blooms in your belly — an answer to the hollow ache of want, a solution if you could just grasp it — and you try to wipe away the pollen cluttering up your lashes and lips like sugary sequins.  The Gardener chuckles. “I’m afraid neither of us can take credit for this one, my dear boy. The Virgin’s Calabash is a creation of the Epicure.” The woman in the onyx-studded violet veil to his right nods her acceptance of this fact, all fake-modesty.  “Legend says it was from the lusty wet-dreams of a thousand touch-deprived virgins,” the Erotist snickers.  “That is not true,” the Epicure utters from behind her veil, tossing back a sheet of darksilver hair and sniffing disdainfully. You try to scrape the sweetness off your tongue with your teeth. It tastes good — but anything made by an Elder can’t be, as far as you’re concerned. “How bad is it if I ingest it?” you murmur to Rocket, and his eyes flare up at you. “Bad. Don’t.” Shimmering pollen clings to his whiskers and studs his fur like drops of sunstone and citrine. “What we got on us is bad enough. What we breathed in — worse.” You shift uneasily. The cool, crisp air of the chamber suddenly feels soothing on your skin. “What—“ “Another myth says that their nectar was used to dose the high priests and priestesses of the Indigarr Sky Lords over a chiliad ago. It caused such a disruption in the governing temples that the order was completely overthrown by invading forces, which ended up occupying Indigarr for nearly six centenaries afterward.” “That one is true,” the Epicure says with a curve of her eyes that seems to indicate a sly smile.  It’s hard to focus, though, as something like a blush blooms on your skin and lingers. You stagger to your feet, trying to brush the gold from your layers of tulle. Your eyes dart to the swing of Rocket’s tail. If he hadn’t made it so clear that he had no interest in you — which you can’t really hold against him, given the circumstances — you might have complimented him on it. The fur is so thick — shiny and soft. You wonder what it would feel like if he let you stroke it. What it might feel like, skimming softly against your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut tight. It’s a weird thought to have — not that you wouldn’t have thought it on a better day. But right now, you need to focus on getting him out of here — not on how luxuriously ticklish his fur might feel on your clit— “Let’s go, then,” you murmur. Your throat feels tight, and something on your belly flutters. “Let’s get out of here—“ “Don’t gotta tell me twice,” he mutters. “I could already be through here if I wasn’t babysitting you—“ Your lips are tingling, and the wave of heat you’d felt a moment ago suddenly intensifies. Is it an allergic reaction, you wonder? Or a normal result of the pollen? You wave a hand at yourself, trying to fan off some of the pollen, trying to cool the rush of warmth in your throat. 

read book three now ★⋆.࿐࿔ kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction masterlist

purple support/mdni banners by @/cafekitsune gold rose & masquerade dividers by @/sweetmelodygraphics

Ya’ll… read this filthy perfect fucking fic. ⚡️⚡️⚡️🎆🎇🎆🎇 I give this a 5/5 ⭐️s and a spicy rating of 3.5/5 🌶️ s. Like if Masterpiece Theater did porn. 👏 👏 👏

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ the bounty ⌖˖✶｡⋆ part two of evasive maneuvers ✶ book two of kinktober 2024

evasive maneuvers | kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2 parts | word count: pending. read part two ✶ the bounty now ⌖˖✶｡⋆

a bird in the hand... WARNINGS: dom/sub vibes, restraints & bondage, continued dirty talk, use of a cloth gag, gunplay, electricity play, forced orgasms, overstim, fantasies of dubcon/noncon, dacryphilia, tech/sex toys, nipple & clit clamps, painplay, subspace, aftercare, biting/marking.

“Little birdie.” The words are soft — admiring. “Such a sweet thing for me.”  The praise melts through you: a second wave of heat on the heels of the first one, though this is softer and more syrupy — silvery-sweet. When he coasts a light fingertip over the line of your cheek, you lean into his hand — nudging into the curve of his palm, grateful for the soothing warm balm of his approval. His hand lingers even as he lifts himself from your torso, fingers coasting along your jaw as he steps to one side and then moves down between your thighs. He holsters the modified electroshock baton into a loop at his hip, and gently pries your knees apart. The way you’re tied makes it impossible to resist him — not that you have much will to do so, anyway.  “It’s one of the things I thought you’d promise me, when I was imagining catching you in Xandar — that you’d be so good for me. That you’d do whatever I frickin’ told you, with your big weepy doe-eyes.”

The baton crackles blue, casting him in a silvery halo — hovering just an inch over the soft curve of your belly. The metal wand doesn’t even touch your skin — just ghosts lightly through the air over your flesh — and the electricity still sings through you, contracting every muscle, sending your abdominals into wrenching, clenching spasms — sending your pussy into wet spasms, too. Your teeth grit into the fabric stuffed in your mouth, and when the baton lifts from your skin, you find yourself sucking on the cloth: whines crowding up your throat, tears cluttering up your lashes.  Your hips roll toward him without your permission. Rocket just grins, of course. You can see the moon-white flash of his teeth through the blur of your lashes. He’s still got the baton grasped in one hand as he spreads your knees wider, skating the other palm through the slipperiness between your thighs.  “Yeah, sweetheart, I knew you’d like a little shock or two. You’re such a sloppy mess down here. And look at that clit, all cute and twitchy.” His grip tilts, and the baton taps just below your belly button. Your body snaps into a bridge, every nerve careening wildly, pussy fluttering madly. Then the electricity leaves and you’re melting into the mattress, shuddering and shivering with waves of heat and cold. Your tits tremble with each breath, clamped nipples pulsing heat with every thud of your heartbeat.  “Good girl,” he croons, and you watch with a wide wet stare as his baton dips lower, the rounded tip dropping just beyond your range of vision. “Eyes up here, buttercup,” he croons, and your gaze snaps to his burning stare. 

read part two ✶ the bounty now ⌖˖✶｡⋆ evasive maneuvers | kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction masterlist

gray support/mdni banners by @/saradika-graphics | silver sparkle divider by @/strangergraphics

Holy shit everyone… I guess I have plans all October…

kinktober 2024 masterlist ❤︎‬❤︎

three books. three flavors. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ soft & sweet | october 8, 10, 16 & 19. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sultry & spicy | october 22 & 28. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sensual & shameless | october 31.

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⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4 parts | word count: pending. you take a stranger home for a night of celebration. why not? after all, it’s not like there will be any longterm ramifications. an expansion on day 15 of kinktober 2023. KINKS: public sex, spanking, light praise/degradation, shower sex, temperature play, sensation play, free-use, soft/pleasure dom vibes, somnophilia, praise kink, body worship, biting/marking. check the masterlist [to be posted] for a more specific breakdown.  CONTEXT: au based on the mcu but i’m playing loose with the timeline and who’s still alive and stuff. let’s say post-endgame? grumpy/sunshine vibes (obviously), “secret affair” (no cheating), workplace fantasy, angst, comfort, relationship anxiety. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course. ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part one | dawn | wednesday, october 8.  ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part two | merediem | thursday, october 10.  ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part three | golden hour | wednesday, october 16. ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part four | vespers | saturday, october 19.

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2 parts | word count: pending. rocket promises you an abundance of rewards in return for your assistance brushing up on some of his old résumé skills. an expansion on day 9 of kinktober 2023. KINKS: predator/prey dynamics, breath play, restraints & rope-play, dirty talk, blindfold & gag, gunplay, electricity play, forced orgasms, overstim, dacryphilia, tech/sex toys, aftercare, biting/marking. check the masterlist [to be posted] for a more specific breakdown.    CONTEXT: mcu-based, shortly after volume 2. established relationship (you’ve been with the guardians for a while). safeword discussion. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course. ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶ part one | the hunt | tuesday, october 22.  ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶ part two | the bounty | monday, october 28.

you are cordially invited ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ to the fifty-second bicentennial masquerade exhibit in exitar: a night of haunting hedonism (hosted by the tivan group).

18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: pending. you'd do anything for enough money to care for your ailing mother — including agreeing to a night working for the collector. too bad you weren't more prepared to be part of the entertainment. KINKS: wolf/bunny references, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex pollen, noncon/dubcon*, public sex, crawling, edging & overstim, dacryphilia, begging, praise/degradation, light humiliation, biting/marking, aftercare. *neither rocket nor reader are necessarily the "aggressor" in this scenario, but have both been forced to ingest an aphrodisiac by a third party. check the masterlist [to be posted] for a more specific breakdown.  CONTEXT: AU based on the mcu with a pinch of comics & cartoon. resourceful reader is also a bit of a nihilist (expression of apathy toward life/death). caretaker reader/discussion of ill parent/parent death. the collector & his friends are creepy bastards. sub reader / dom rocket. HEA of course. warning for too-much-lore. ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ oneshot | thursday, october 31.

pink, gray, & orange support & mdni banners and kiss divider by @/saradika-graphics | purple support/mdni banners by @/cafekitsune | pink flower, gold rose, & masquerade dividers by @/sweetmelodygraphics | yellow flower dividers by @/thecutestgrotto | silver sparkle divider by @/strangergraphics

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