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Happiest birthday to raccoonfallsharder! You are the best, and you deserve the moon and stars! In addition to being an amazing storyteller, they are a wonderful, kind, loving friend. I’ve benefited so much from knowing them. In honor of their special day is a gouache on fabric painting from their incredible story “Cicatrix.”

This art is so amazing. I’m so in awe of it.

Entanglement

Story by @hibatasblog all the way to chapter 12. one was done by the fabulous @crimsonkingart! With the others done by myself. I’m not a fan of my most recent addiction, but can’t wait to do others. I love this story so freakin much. All the creativity!! Ahh! It sends me!

A while ago we had a floor leak and it destroy from stuff before we could really notice. A lot of these being one of them. But makes these extra special to me.

*At some point, probably*

Rocket: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass.

Peter: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL!

Rocket: …Your point?

My heart! Oh, they look so beautiful and loving. Also wet grumpy Rocket is a vibe.

boring meeting scribble time

a couple lil pieces inspired by @hadesinsane

most raccoons have the instinct to swim and even enjoy it, but i suspect all of rocket's augmentations weigh him down in the water. to make a raccoon body stand and move like a human body requires so many pins and plates, new bones, osteotomies. but when we see lylla in vol 3, it really looks like only her arms have been altered (as far as her skeletal/muscular system goes), and otters don't appear to use their arms much for swimming. i like to believe she retains her aquatic abilities.

in another universe, a kinder timeline, i like to think lylla survives. maybe she and rocket escape at the same time, or they find each other later. she has a little den on a nicer part of morag, or aladna, or tarka. i like to think she convinces him to wade in the shallow water while she plays, and teases him for looking like a drowned f'saki when his fur gets all wet (because lets face it, otter-fur withstands the water a little better than raccoon-fur). but afterward, even though he’s so much bigger than her now, she curls him up in her arms like he's just a little baby otter pup, and floats him on her belly while they watch the clouds or doze under the stars, and the sky is beautiful and forever above them.

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That expression is 🔥 😍🥵

Have a Rocket sketch for today friends!! I love him so much omfg!!!!! Our favorite boy!!! 🦝🦝🦝

Drawing Rocket is how I feel close to him, he’s a friend yaknow🥹 I’ve been in such a lovey mood about him lately LOL like obviously I love him every day all the time but like omgggg that’s my bestie😭😭😭 my muse😫😫😫 if I think too deeply about him I burst into tears💀 LOL

Oh my god! That drawing is everything! She’s so beautiful and suggestive. Rocket is probably completely and happily at her mercy here.

Me: they deserve the best. To be happy. To have love and peace!

also me, writing them:

Pretty much me too. Currently working up a serving of pain for my boy and gal.

Me: they deserve the best. To be happy. To have love and peace!

also me, writing them:

Both sublime and sexy!

Suggestion: Rocket doing a heist but he's the femme fatale in a cocktail dress instead of the besuited mastermind

BRILLIANT suggestion nonnie, A+++ galaxy-brain idea, grateful forever for this ask, may your skin be forever flawless and your bank account forever bottomless. just between you & me tho, rocket’s a little insulted at the implication that he can’t be both simultaneoustically.

to be honest he was really excited when one of the avengers mentioned a “time heist.” when he saw the quantum-uniform design he was like “what the fuck. terrans are so frickin boring”

eat your heart out, otta spice

imma be honest tho if you’re trying to mastermind a heist and this raccoon comes up to you all sultry and seductive and maybe brushing his tail lingeringly along your inner wrist, the heist’s in trouble

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Me too, buddy. Me too.

Rocket: Schrödinger's cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that's both alive and dead you can talk to me any time of the day.

Yep. Run, girls, run!

Rocket: [After another one of Quill’s flirting attempts] Hear that? It's the sound of girls all over the galaxy running and rushing, just desperate to… lock their doors.

Absolutely his look.

Rocket Raccoon in this and his dad glasses

Found this on facebook, and it’s perfection!

I adore this. I can totally see Rocket rocking some kid-sized sneaker skates… 🚀 🦝 👟

Rocket: Hey! Tall people! If we're walkin' together, please take into consideration my tiny legs! I can't keep up with you! Please think of my tiny legs — I don't wanna be joggin' to keep up with your leisurely stroll, you FUCKING TITANS!

Peter: Just get a pair of roller skates and hang onto my sleeve! We don't have all day.

Guys, this was so fruckin’ good. The comfort, the angst, the panties. All of it.

cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter nineteen. tiris. [new 8/6] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 19/40 | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard. | chapter nineteen. tiris. ✩ ART: pearl's portrait | pearl & rocket's bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch

rocket and pearl develop something of a tradition. the trio argues, and the kylosian has a request. see below for warnings, & notes.

The growl between Rocket’s teeth is a cross between a bellow and a shriek. With a flick of his wrist, the cannon extends and he takes aim, knocking pearl’s hand off his shoulder as the Kylosian cautiously rises to his feet. She tries to clutch at his jumpsuit anyway, and he ignores her, striding out of her reach and toward the Destroyer.  “I’m gonna fuckin’—”

“No disturbances!” pearl strangles out in a panicked, choking sort of gasp. He feels her fingertips brush the  magnetic holster on his back as she stumbles behind him, grasping. “No problems—” His fingers clench suddenly on air — the laser cannon plucked from his grasp right as he’s about to squeeze the trigger. His brain somersaults, unable to register what’s happening as he grapples compulsively for the firearm. It’s only then that realizes his feet have been snatched right off the ground, courtesy of the thick vine lifting him upward. Fuckin’— “Groot!” the Monster roars, tearing at the treelike limb twined around his waist. “Don’t you frickin’ dare—”

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long chapter. thank you for sticking around! also, i am not a physicist lol

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: rocket’s a degenerate. dirty-talk and teasing while panty-shopping, with the threat of being overheard. brief description of fantasies. angst.

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

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Rocket then licked all the things…

Peter: That's it! I want you out of this house!

Rocket: Fine! But I'm taking my drink mixer with me!

Peter: It's a blender! That my grandpa gave to me!

Rocket: I licked it, it's mine!

Peter: That's not a thing! STOP LICKING ALL MY STUFF!

Cute Rockstar.

Hay Amor (There’s Love)

I lost some art due to some carpet flooding. So I hope to repost what I can on here.

By @bbasmos!! I adore this story so much! It throws everything at you that you could want. Sadly, I don’t have all the art that I made for this fic anymore, but I’ll attempt to salvage what I can. It wakes a google translate but it’s so good that not even google can deter it!

Buy her more panties you naughty raccoon!

tiris.⋆☁︎:･꧂preview

[anticipated 8/16] ✩❤︎

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 18/40 | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard. ART: pearl's character design | pearl & rocket's bunk | heartspur scene chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch

rocket and pearl develop something of a tradition. the trio argues, and the kylosian has a request. see below for warnings & notes.

She stutters to a halt, feet nearly tripping over themselves in surprise once she realizes what they’ve walked into. Sparkling lingerie drips glitter from every wall and glass dais: shades of gleaming yellow and bronze, rose-gold, silver and champagne. Frothy ivory laces, sparkling with platinum threads and studded with iridescent Spartoi crystals — so tiny that the fabric twinkles. Gleaming, rippling silk panties layered thickly with ruffles, tied low on the hip by wide shining bows: flouncy and frilly, made from sleek fabric the color of iolites and dark honey. Rocket almost salivates on sight, imagining the silk under the ruffles becoming dark and slippery from pearl’s soft, dripping cunt. There are garters and bustiers and camisoles studded with fine sprays of sapphires and citrines, quarter-cup brassieres and ouvert knickers that damn near short-circuit his brain, and a whole line of lingerie made from filigreed gold metal-work that he immediately dismisses as too rigid and unforgiving to be allowed to come close to pearl’s flesh.  “What—“ “Special treat for me,” he repeats with a toothy grin. Her lips part, moonsilver eyes rounding out, a perplexed little noise curling in the back of her throat.  “I thought you meant a new firearm,” she utters, her voice breathy and uncertain. “Or something for the Dreadnought—“ “Nope.” He lingers on the n and pops the p, smug and drawling. “I’ve been thinking about seeing you in some of this fancy shit for a while.” He grins up at her. “I’ll be workin’ nonstop on the final model till it’s done, but I wanna know what you’re gonna wear for me on our first night in our new ship.”

from chapter nineteen. tiris. ✩‬❤︎ cicatrix 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: rocket’s a degenerate. dirty-talk and teasing while panty-shopping, with the threat of being overheard. brief description of fantasies. angst.

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

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

Here’s a sneak peek at Entanglement chapter 15. 🚀 🦝

When Rocket and Lethys entered the lecture hall, a hiss and rumble of voices erupted around them. Lethys walked as if he were a king, proud and tall, but his ears swiveled catching the odd whispered word or snide remark. His upper lip lifted towards one particular humie who quailed at the sight of three-inch long canines.

Tail bristling, and chest so tight even the metal there ached, poor Rocket heard more clearly than his father: “Look at that thing,” “Am I truly to believe that creature is a Tekton,” “I can’t believe these two were even allowed into the building,” and “Let us hope they have had their shots.” It took everything that Rocket had inside of him to keep from either latching onto the rich wool of Lethys pantleg or fleeing the room.

His crimson eyes swept the room, searching for even one friendly face. Just as he began to harden his heart against the whole assembly, a bald, short, and aging man and a willowy tall and thin woman stepped into the aisle. “Rocket, my boy!” the older man smiled in true welcome, and Rocket recognized the jovial voice.

“Professor Stollwizer?” he guessed from the rich baritone of his favorite teacher.

“Yes, indeed! It is a pleasure to finally meet you, young man,” Professor Stollwizer smiled his bushy mustache moving with his lips.

“Nice to meet you, Professor,” Rocket said with his best manners, voice clear and free of accent as he could manage.

The little man shook Rocket’s hand with real affection before offering his hand to Lethys. “Sir, your son is the most brilliant scholar I have ever had the good fortune to teach. You must be so proud of him,” the man enthused.

Lethys guarded expression smoothed into one of beaming pride, “I am most proud of him and his achievements,” he agreed, his massive paw completely engulfing the man’s small hand.

“Ah, Rocket, Mr. Kavashi,” Professor Stollwizer smiled broadly as he gestured at the thin woman next to him, “This is Professor Rikthi. Rocket, you will be the teaching assistant in her introductory physics and mechanical theories classes.”

Professor Rikthi bent down to offer her hand to Rocket. She had an ageless face, a monocle, and a soft, kind voice, “I’ve heard how hard of a worker you are, Rocket. I’m sure we will get along well.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that,” interjected a middle-aged Xandarian who eyed Rocket and Lethys with a sneer of derision as he pushed up his glasses and shoved his way past Professor Stollwizer. “It hasn’t yet presented any proof that he is the true author of the paper submitted,” the man continued in an annoyingly nasal voice.

“He,” growled Lethys looming over the man, “My son is a person, a male, he is not an it.”

“It,” the man snarled back, uncowed by Lethys’ size and ferocity, “Is an animal, a sick joke being played on our university by this preposterous creature,” the man indicated to Lethys then and smiled meanly. Every cell in Rocket’s body longed to hide behind his father from this sharp man that reminded him too much of his Sire. “How long did it take you to train it to wear clothes? Stand on its hind legs? There is no possibility of this little monster having authored-”

“Enough-” interrupted Professor Stollwizer in booming voice at odds with his cheerful seeming mien. “I assure you that no one else but Rocket Kivashi could have written the thesis in question,” Professor Stollwizer frowned up at the man, “I advised him extensively during the writing process, his voice has always been the same, writing style the same, intelligence unrivaled by any person I’ve ever met-”

“Shall I tell you how easy it would be to fake a voice, old man? Are you so far into your dotage that you actually believe this preposterous lie?” the angry man hissed. He pointed at Lethys, “The only thing that surprises me, is that you planned this ruse so poorly. Couldn’t you have engineered something that looked more convincing? I can see bolts sticking out of its face.”

Rocket barely controlled the instinctive reaction to touch the metal on his cheeks. Heat burned his face, and he wanted to cry, but just as he was about to open his mouth on a silent sob, a memory flickered in his mind.

The evening before he’d stood on the stool in Petra’s bathroom combing his face fur, trying to style it in a way that would cover the metal there. As he grew older, Rocket’s fur grew more and more luxurious, but it still didn’t cover that hateful metal in his face. He sighed and considered using some of Petra’s hair gel, but thought better of it when he remembered that it accentuated her curls but did little to control them.

“Whatcha doin’?” Petra asked appearing behind him in her nightshirt.

“Oh, nothing,” he tried to lie.

“Rocky, you were combing like you wanted to pull out all your fur. What are you doing?” Petra countered as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Standing like this, his head was just below her chest; if she leaned forward any closer, she could rest her breasts against the top of his head, a thought that made his embarrassment flare even hotter.

“People will see the metal in my face, see what a freak I am,” he whispered watching Petra’s face in the mirror.

She frowned then and used her hands to turn him to face her. “There is nothing about you that makes you a freak, Rocky. Besides lots of spacers have mods.”

“What will I say if people ask about them?” he asked her, so many things he had to cover for, think of excuses for.

“Tell them to mind their goddamn business, is what you’ll say,” Petra replied with real heat, “Tell those rude motherfuckers to fuck right off.” She searched his face and found him still uncertain and lost. Petra leaned in close and slowly, purposely pressed a kiss right over both protruding metal implants. “You tell those assholes that your girlfriend kisses your beautiful face so much you had to your cheeks reenforced, that you’re just that irresistible to her.”

Rocket’s eyes went wide and he whispered, “No one would ever believe that. I don’t even believe that. I-”

Instead of answering him with words, Petra lowered her face and pressed her lips to the metal collarbones holding his shoulders back, kissed the metal bars that squeezed his chest. “I will kiss any part of you to convince you otherwise,” she whispered against the scarred naked skin around the outer ribs. “So don’t you even care about what anyone thinks about your body but me.”

Inside of Rocket’s chest fear turned to anger, because, the truth was, his appearance didn’t and shouldn’t matter. Lethys and Petra loved and accepted him, and that was all he needed. This fucker’s opinion didn’t matter at all. “It is too my paper,” Rocket found himself declaring loudly enough that the whole hall went still. “I wrote every single word, and in my defense I’ll prove it beyond doubt.”

Every eye was swiveled his way, every human face staring at him in either disbelief or shock except for Professor Stollwizer and Professor Rikthi who smiled warmly. “Ask any question you want about my paper,” Rocket said casually as he walked to the stage. Before he stepped up the first stair, he shot back over his shoulder, “Of course, that’s assuming that you can understand the complexity of the work in question.”

He put them in while they slept.

Cosmo: Rocket, where are the others right now?

Rocket: How should I know? D'ya think I put tracking chips on 'em or somethin'?

Cosmo:

Rocket: Yeah, okay, hold on. Lemme go get the tablet.

Cosmo: It is normal. I have one on Kraglin at all times.

Oh my God! I love this so so much! The forced cuddles, the scrappy Rocket trying to escape the forced cuddles, the curly hair! I adore every single bit of it! Thank you thank you thank you!

petra & rocket scribble

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a lil birthday scribble for @hibatasblog ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ who is arguably one of the sweetest humies in the galaxy, like a lil buttery bite of powdered-sugar cinnamon french toast. i am so grateful that you’ve survived this planet for so long and that i have been lucky enough to stumble across you and your friendship and your amazing writing. may the coming year bring you delicious food and drinks, beautiful art, good health, and countless moments of happiness. and puppy-snuggles. and excellent raccoon porn.

the universe is better for having you in it.

petra quill is @hibatasblog’s amazing and much-more-personable version of star-lord and you should read every one of the fics that features them. also yes my 03 gray marker died so rocket’s a little darker than usual but i did my best!

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Dies from just this one snippet.

attriage.⋆☁︎:･꧂preview

[anticipated 8/9] ❤︎‬❤︎‬

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 17/40 | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard. ART: pearl's character design | pearl & rocket's bunk | heartspur scene chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch

pearl is a brat. see below for warnings & notes.

She gasps and bucks beneath him with a little broken whine. “M’not fuckin’ done with you yet,” he growls against her as aftershocks ripple along her body. He feels her shiver at the threat. “Go on, pearl. Tell me about your little plan, huh?” “R-right now?” she squeaks weakly, and he huffs a warm breath of laughter against her. She whimpers and moans, knees bending like she wants to curl her legs right up around him to protect her poor little cunt from his mouth. Unfortunately for her, trying to close them up right now would only mean locking his head right where he wants it. He wishes she’d try — the thought of those pillowy thighs pressed snug against his cheeks when he fucks her with his mouth anyway, making her flail and cry? He’s hungry for her, all over again.  “Right now,” he croons, lapping his tongue once against her. She spasms against him, and exhales a shaky, wounded little noise. The soft, leathery pads of his fingertips trace her slit, then slide up to her clit. He paints the little nub in gossamer wetness till it shines. She shudders when he does, and he grins at the sight of her pussy, fluttering weakly. “Is my slutty little housewife too distracted to share all her big-brain ideas?”

from chapter eighteen. attriage. ❤︎‬❤︎ cicatrix 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: so much smut. cunnilingus, d/s vibes, praise, slight degradation, use of “slut”/“whore”/”brat” (affectionate). edging, mentions of pussy-slapping. playful bites. overstim. aftercare. maybe a lil bit of top-drop.

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

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

He’s smiling on the inside.

boring meeting scribble time

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could this be anyone with a cranky sentient raccoon? yes. was i thinking of pearl & rocket from cicatrix ? also yes

snuggletime

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Preps calendar for all the goodness.

august aspirations

friday, august 2: ･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie ❤︎❤︎

friday, august 9: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter eighteen. attriage. ❤︎❤︎

friday, august 16: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter nineteen. tiris. ✩❤︎

tuesday, august 20: rocket prompt week: day six. bite. ✮✩ ao3 crosspost

friday, august 23: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter twenty. foilsick. ✩

friday, august 30: florescence ❀ chapter five year four: formation ❤︎❤︎

why does august have so many weeks? fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎ | much smut ❤︎❤︎

other things i'm working on for september and beyond...

cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ chapter twenty-one. puntkick. ✩ chapter twenty-two. falesia. ❤︎‬❤︎‬ chapter twenty-three. xeno. ✩❤︎‬

florescence❀, chapter six year five: dispersal. ❤︎❤︎

ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★ defiance ★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ [oneshot] ✮✩

hot local dads in your spaceport. oneshot. ✩❤︎❤︎ ︎

untitled childhood-with-rocket anthology. ✮

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. [taking requests] ✮

other future projects

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It was fucking great. A+++

just for the record ･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie is possibly the filthiest, smuttiest, most plotless thing i've ever written. far too many orgasms to be bodily possible. no storyline whatsoever. the emotional depth of a tabletop fountain. please don't expect anything but gratuitous ridiculousness omg sorry

also trying to capture reader's vibe in this oneshot has been absolute hellllll

Definitely use more gun, Rocket.

Rocket: Hey look buddy, I'm an engineer. That means I solve problems, not problems like "What is beauty?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve practical problems, for instance: "how am I going to stop some big mean mother flarker from tearing me a structurally superfluous new asshole?" The answer? ...Use a gun, and if that doesn't work...

Rocket: Use more gun.

Peter: Mantis is always asking about my depression like "are you okay? How are you doing?" in that special-ass voice.

Rocket: What's up, you depressed bastard?

Peter: That's preferable, to be honest.

This is fucking gorgeous art. OMFG he’s beautiful in his rage and fury.

Guardians of the Galaxy: zine pt. 1

Also, both is good. I see him more as a mean, bossy top who would unabashedly say the nastiest shit in bed, and as a beautiful, tragic lil’ CPTSD teddy bear.

YOU like Rocket Raccoon because he's a hot little furry dom bottom.

I like Rocket Raccoon because of James Gunn's characterisation of him as a traumatised person so fearful of abandonment and isolation that he imposes it on himself by acting like a little asshole, thus becoming his own cycle of abuse.

We are pretty much the same, it's cool to like things.

Madame, that raccoon is a wicked, wicked tease.

Candied Apples 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ anticipated july 19 ❤︎❤︎

the THIRD & FINAL part of ⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall | main masterlist COMING THIS FRIDAY. FINALLY.

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2/3 parts | wip | word count: pending. thievery in the garden.

You shiver again. You just want his hands back, even just the forefingers that had lingered on your shoulders — something, anything. You gnaw at your lip. “C-Captain?” you say meekly. “Rocket?” “Yeah, angel?” You can’t feel his touch, but you can tell he’s toying with the bow. The featherlight weight of it shifts against your spine; the ribbon whispers against your skin.  “Touch me?” you beg softly. “Please?” “Gonna,” he husks. “But sweetheart, I told you I was a real jackass. Greedy. Mean as shit. Told you I was awful.” You hear him inhale: so slow and steady and measured that you think it must be in an effort to keep his own control. “I’ll be rough with you later like you asked for, angel — but this first time, I’m gonna be mean. I’m gonna be so frickin’ lightfingered that you’re gonna feel like you aren’t being touched at all.” Your flesh heats and you find yourself shivering again at the same time: hot and cold, fevers and chills. Slowly — slowly — he pulls on one of the tails of the bow, and you can feel the tension of the knot at your back, being pulled taut. The slight tug is echoed in the tangle of nerves in your belly, tied somewhere right around your cervix: tightening, tensing. Then the knot holding together the back of your dress melts into something slack and loose. Maybe it would be nice if the knot in your abdomen did that too — but, perversely, it only winds tighter. Another whimper rises high in the back of your mouth and bubbles out, soft and pleading. He chuckles at the sound — and abandons the bow.  Just — drops the threadbare ribbon to stroll another circle around you, eyes licking hungrily over your loosened straps, the disheveled dip in your neckline, the way your knees peek out from the rumpled ruffle of your skirt and press into the cushion on the floor. The way your fingers curl desperately into the worn fabric.

there is another preview of this chapter.... the THIRD & FINAL part of ⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall is COMING THIS FRIDAY. FINALLY.

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful.

based on a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting: The apartment she moved to has a beautiful, well-tended garden. After a while she finds out that her neighbor is the one tending to the plants and she decides to help him out one day.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall masterlist | main masterlist flower dividers & banners by @/saradika-graphics

I love this so much, and yes his partner would freak out that he said this.

I’m not sure if this is a fact or not, but I read on tiktok that apparently your brain shows you seven minutes of your life when you’re dying and those seven minutes are supposed to be the best parts of your life.

So I thought of what if Rocket sent this to you as a text message, thinking it would be sweet, but he didn’t really take in the “dying” part of it 😭

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Rocket: “Apparently when you die, your brain shows you 7 minutes of the best moments of your life. You would be my 7 minutes.”

And about 15 minutes later, he got a face call from you and he picked up and you were sobbing. “What is wrong with you? Why would you say something like that?” Obviously crying because it was so sweet yet so sad.

Rocket laughed a bit, “it was supposed to be nice!”

You replied, crying harder, “it was nice, you fuck! Very nice! Now look what you did!”

“I didn’t mean to make you cry! I wanted to be sweet.”

“By talking about you dying?!”

“I don’t know! Just in case—“

“In case of what? Because if you think—“

“Nothing, nothing, I’m exaggerating!”

“If you think you’re not coming back here, Rocket…”

“Listen, the only reason I wouldn’t come back on time would be because I was getting you flowers on the way home. I ain’t leaving, baby. Okay?”

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Thank you tiktok for this beautiful yet heartwrenching idea :)