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hiiii do you think rocket would be the kind to get jealous if he saw reader and peter being a little attracted to one another and getting close since they’re both the only humans around, even if the reader liked rocket too? (btw i’ve read your other works and i’ve been eating it UP so thank you 😩)

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Rocket is definitely the jealous type even if it isn’t Quill. But it being Quill would definitely make it infinitely worse because they’re close, and it would feel a little like betrayal even if reader isn’t dating anyone.

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“Hey, got some of the terran stuff you like,” Quill said, handing you a box.

“Oh my god, chicken, my favorite!”

“If that’s your favorite, you’re seriously missing out on terran delights,” Quill remarked dramatically.

Rocket stood by the corner, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his hands gripping his arms with his claws buried in his flesh.

prior to Peter’s arrival, Rocket had been showing you the ins and outs of a blaster he’d made just for you. It was something you’d been wanting for a while now and the moment leading up to this night had all been worth it when your face lit up, jaw hanging at the sight of a brand new weapon made by Rocket himself.

you go to the kitchen to grab some water and Rocket ambled over to Peter.

“Perfect fuckin’ timing, Star-Lord,” he grumbled bitterly.

“What?”

“I was showing her the blaster I just made her!”

“I just thought she was hungry, she’s a picky eater, you know?”

“Of course I knew that! Why wouldn’t I know that?” Rocket snapped in a hushed tone, turning to the kitchen every now and then.

“I’m watching you, Quill.”

“What—”

“I’m watching you.” Rocket shoots him one last glare before you reappear with a glass in your hand.

But instead of turning back to Peter as Rocket predicted, you apologized to him and turned right back around to the couch.

“Hey, sorry I was just finishing the food Peter gave me—so what was that about the safety feature on the trigger?”

Rocket paused, hands cold in their frozen tracks on your new blaster. He holds it up again, smiling to himself.

“It’s over here. You just flip it over and you’re free to wreak havoc and destruction wherever you goddamn please.”

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How do you imagine having a first date with Rocket would go? Poor guy would probably be so nervous cause it would be his first real date ever.

OOO I’m usually not good at fluff but this would be a good warm up so why not?? Thanks for this request this is so cute <3

(Side note for those of you who read ‘last (friday) night’, you can take this as a sequel that happens like a year after multiple ‘accidental’ nights and they finally sort out their feelings.)

(This was supposed to be a drabble but it would appear I got carried away. I might post this to ao3 if I’m in the mood HAHAH RIP)

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“Buy me dinner first, captain.”

It was supposed to be stupid joke. That’s the thing. Even Rocket laughed at the time. You laughed at the time.

So that perfectly explained why he’s grounded in dark blue lighting, the low light outside giving his room a taste of the windy evening while he adjusted the tie around his neck.

“Dinner,” he murmured, lips barely parting. “Yeah, right.”

He grabbed the knob to his door and it flew open and shut right after he slipped past it.

He was immediately greeted by the chilly Knowhere air, proving his effort of putting on a suit jacket useful. He typically didn’t like putting on a coat so early in the night, but judging from the people fading by the street, it was probably going to be a colder night.

Your door.

His feet stood planted on the ground, shoulder width apart after he’d slipped his hands into his pockets.

Hello, door.

Was that enough?

Of course not.

But talking to the door is a lot easier than knocking on it, Rocket found, with the way his hand shivered at the very thought of leaving its snug pocket.

His hand rose from its bed anyway, stopping right before the plastic surface in a fist.

Boom.

Well, he was being dramatic. It was really more of a knock.

He knocked two more times, and his hand quickly retreats back into his now warm pocket.

One second, two then three when a cool air brushed past him and a light touched his fur.

“Oh! Look at you, all dolled up.”

You had your head tilted and your back arched as both your hands tended to an earring on your right ear. Rocket wandered further down, observing the shine on your exposed shoulders, the spaghetti strings holding your dress up and how it so generously cherished your curves in its hold.

Rocket licked his lips. Cold air can turn your lips dry, he reminded himself.

“What can I say? You’re a doll.” He shrugged. “Ready?”

He almost had the instinct of holding one hand down but that would mean taking the other out of his pocket. They were dampening his pants from the humidity on his palms.

“Yeah!” You beamed with a cherry-chapstick smile, a white glimmer gilding across your lip as you closed the door behind you. “Where are we going?”

Rocket chuffed to himself, a smile curling his lips. “I think I’d better show you than tell you.”

“C’mon, I know all the great restaurants around here. It won’t take long for me to guess.”

You both descended down the last flight of stairs before making contact with the ground—your apartment hadn’t been as high up as many of the other civilians in Knowhere.

“First of all, we’re not goin’ to any restaurant. Second of all, it so, definitely would take you a millennia to guess.”

“Mm, and why’s that?”

Rocket wasn’t sure if it had been on purpose, but he could have sworn he heard that line from a 50’s show on Terra. That’s what they would call it, anyway, and they were usually of really poor quality and the film would be black and white. When he looked up, your lip was still the light’s favorite, gracing it with a little white dot as if Rocket hadn’t already given it all the attention it deserved.

“Because I’m not taking you anywhere you’ve been before,” Rocket replied.

It didn’t take long before you both reached the desired destination.

“Why are we at a parking lot?”

“You wound me, princess,” Rocket lamented theatrically, holding his hands to his chest. He snickered at his own gesture after you laughed at it too. “Don’t you know I wouldn’t take you to just any parking lot?”

“What kind of parking lot is this then?” You held a hand to your hip, and Rocket stole a quick glance before quickly looking away. Needless to say, it highlighted your hips a lot more than he would have liked for his own well-being.

“You’ll see.”

You both walk a little further in to find a large ship, and it probably occupied the entire parking lot from its sheer size alone.

“Woah,” your lips hung parted as your head swung left and right to get the whole view of the vehicle. “Your ship?”

“The guardians’, but basically, yes,” Rocket’s brows furrowed with a smug grin. “It’s called the Bowie.”

“Bowie—as in David Bowie? The Terran singer?”

“Yeah.” Rocket nodded. “You know him?”

“I mean, duh. I lived on Terra, once upon a time,” you smiled.

Rocket smiled too.

You seemed to notice.

“Wanna check it out?”

“You’re asking me if I wanna check out a ship named the Bowie? We’re going!” You laughed and began to run, forcing Rocket to chase after you.

Rocket gave you a conservative tour of the ship, but you didn’t seem to mind when he managed to swiftly get you across to the cockpit of the ship where the real magic was.

“Is—is that takeout?”

“Yeap. Terran delights. You seem very in touch with your roots so I started there.”

You rush towards the brown bags, peering inside to see the blue holographic container given in most takeouts orders to keep food warm. Rocket walks over to the pilot seat and you open the container.

“Fuck, chicken, I’ve missed this,” you sighed, inhaling the delicious aroma now filling the air.

The handles in Rocket’s seat was now infected by his damp hands. He clenched his jaw, wiping his palms on his pants harshly before pulling up a holographic control panel.

“Rocket,” you said cautiously. “Rocket what are you doing—”

“Getting a better view for our table.”

And that, he did, when the entire parking lot floor began to oscillate and the walls unfolded rigidly to reveal a familiar lens that seemed to unscrew.

“What—wait that’s—”

“Do me a favor?”

“What—we’re going to space?”

“Yeah. Strap on, put the food on your lap and do not let go of the bag.”

“Rocket, are you sure about this?”

“It’s completely safe. And I’m a pilot, remember?” Rocket’s chair pivoted to face you.

You stared out at the windshield, back slouching as you said nothing. Your eyes had perfectly reflected the stars and the skies that strewn the canvas of space.

Though, Rocket wasn’t quite sure if it was a reflection of the stars or something your eyes already behold.

“Hey.”

You look up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

You blinked, and your gaze was no longer on him. Your head was still tilted up but your eyes had wandered somewhere else.

“It’s … been a while. That’s all.”

“We don’t have to go,” Rocket said, softer than he would have thought, or liked. It made his voice … light. Something he didn’t consider himself to be.

“No!” You exclaimed, and then cleared your throat. “I-I mean, um, no, sorry—this is amazing. I want to go. I’m just … nervous. That’s all.”

“Don’t worry,” Rocket consoled, his voice becoming something of a velvet texture when it rolled past his tongue. “It’s nothing but gorgeous out there. You’ll fit right in.”

You covered your mouth.

Rocket grinned. It was stupid, sure, but he saw the way your cheeks rose and knew he didn’t have to worry.

And with that, you settled into the seat a few feet away from Rocket’s own, placing the brown bag on your lap and holding onto the rim.

You gave him a nod, and Rocket snickered as your head was sent back onto the head rest at take off, pressing before you found the strength to resist the pushing force.

Rocket was quick to settle the ship in space, the view partially including the ancestral head Knowhere was stowed away in. The rest of it had been space and everything else it’s always been; an endless, black vacuum lucky enough to end up with stars as freckles.

Except, this view had been different—somehow, there were some purple and blue hues bleeding into the black scene like paint being dipped in murky water.

“Holy shit.”

It was as quiet as a breath one would let out in an exhale, but somehow, Rocket heard it all the same.

“Holy shit is right,” he chimed in.

“Rocket … where is this …?”

“We’re near a planet and this one in particular gives off a plasma that’s highly reactive to its own natural hydrocarbons, so it takes the purple color of the planet’s surface and it drifts past the planet’s atmosphere and—”

You got off your seat and quickly set down the food on the floor between the two pilot seats.

“Oh! Sorry, continue—”

“No, you’re right, I should shut up,” Rocket agreed with a smile before getting off his seat and crossing his legs on the floor.

Rocket frowned as soon as you were occupied with the food. The thing is, he can’t really remember the last time he’s rambled like that to someone else. It wasn’t like he expected you to understand him and the only other person he’d ever rambled about science to is …

You set aside the brown bag, allowing Rocket a better view of you. You place down his own food container before opening yours again.

You took one of the pieces of chicken in your hand, your head lowered but your eyes on Rocket’s own.

“And it never drifts far because of the planet’s gravity, right?”

Rocket’s ear twitched and he perked up at your words. He felt the end of his tail jerk in every so often and he tried his best to keep it directly behind him.

“How’d you know?” He asked, grabbing a utensil and scooping up his own food.

“We go to school on Terra. Ever heard of it?” You joked.

“For some reason, I don’t buy it—not the school thing but the ‘they teach us in school’ thing,” Rocket said in a pitchy voice, stuffing his mouth with food and chewing.

( you weren’t surprised. If you were being completely honest, you wanted nothing less than to impress and knowing that Rocket was a pilot, you’d done all the research you could about space and took in anything that was comprehendible for you. School was nothing but a nightmare. It’s one of the reasons you left earth. But rocket didn’t need to know that. )

“Rocket, chew your food, c’mon,” you said with a smile.

You titter at his state, and rightfully so; he had taken a huge bite, and he was lucky you didn’t have a mirror on you or else his cybernetically engineered rib cage might combust.

“But for the record, it …”

Rocket exhaled through his nose.

The purples floating in space had somehow also gotten on your form and smudged itself on your cheek. You weren’t facing space, and it was at this moment that Rocket knew,

you had your own solar system, orbiting in your very eyes.

“It means a lot to me.”

You smiled.

Rocket wondered if the rose tint had always been in your cheeks or if it always emerged whenever you did something pretty.

Certain images of you began flooding his mind, images he’d seen before; the way you bite your lip, how it parted when he tugged your hair or did something to make you elicit those lovely sounds he relished hearing.

“The food is amazing,” you complimented right after swallowing your first bite. “Thank you, I really, really missed this.”

“It’s not my cooking, but no problem,” Rocket replied.

Both of you look out at the windshield, taking the view in once more and making sure it seeps into the little gaps of fur and skin.

“I know this date’s only just started but …”

Rocket turned back to you, another bite of food ready on his spoon.

“This might be the best day of my life.”

Rocket froze.

Soon enough, the spoon ended up in his mouth, withdrawing as soon as his teeth scraped the food off for him to chew.

“Well that’s a little depressing,” he smiled.

It turned into a hearty guffaw at your frown, your own mouth too stuffed with chicken for you to reply so soon.

“How is this day being the best of my life depressing?” You managed to make out right after swallowing your food.

“It’s a first date with take out fried food and we’ve barely just begun—”

“Well I’m sorry for finding your well-thought out date to be one of the best things I’ve ever experienced!”

Rocket paused for the second time that night.

“You mean that?”

Your eyebrows raised. “Of course, I mean that. I wouldn’t go out on a date with someone I didn’t like, I’ve spent way too much time on Terra doing that.”

“Well, then … what else is up on that list?”

“Hm?”

Rocket’s eyes were practically tied to your body. He’d been looking at the stars for half the night, but each sentence you spoke somehow made you lean forward a little more and due to the nature of your dress, you sat with your legs glued together but folded by the side.

All of which gave Rocket a very distracting view.

He couldn’t just steal a glance like before, no—because your dress stopped right above your cleavage and with you leaning forward, it was an angle that was all too hard to simply steal.

“What else was on your list of ‘the best things you’ve experienced’?”

Rocket looked away, finally.

But it might have been too late.

You snorted.

“That’s real cliché, Rocket,” you remarked.

“Hey, I’m sorry! I’m only a man—a man who’s happened to have the luxury of having sex with you and now I think I kinda want more,” Rocket confessed frankly.

“Tell you what,” you began, setting your chicken bone down on your food container. “Thirty minutes,” you paused, gesturing towards the food. “Wait for this to settle. Then I’ll suck your dick on that chair.”

“Fuck,” Rocket exhaled. “You’re so goddamn hot when you do that.”

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[aliasrocket]

Hello! I wasn't sure if you were taking requests or not, so please feel free to ignore this if you aren't!

Would I be able to request a Rocket X Fem!Reader (established relationship) oneshot or imagine or headcanons?

Y/n works at a bar on Knowhere and Rocket and the Guardians will often drink there. Half the time, Rocket's just sitting at the bar, talking to Y/n and only ordering drinks from her.

Maybe some smut at the end??

If you take this request, thank you!!

Have a great day!

Omg omg ok I have a quite a number of these lemme see if I can remember them hehe also!! This is my first smut imagine you guys!!! Wish me luck!

credit me if you use this gif! / masterlist!! / request stuff <3

You work at one of the more well-known bare at Knowhere to no one’s surprise, though the bar had only been popular due to its lower prices and even lower pay, but, you weren’t complaining. You needed the money and the company wasn’t half bad. (That being Kraglin being one of the nicer ones to talk to you and Cosmo dropping by because of him. He works at a bar but often hops jobs when he’s not off being a guardian so you’re stuck with him for maybe another two weeks, probably more.)

You weren’t quite sure how it happened. A few times of talking and fucking were what crossed your mind first but when Rocket walked into the bar with his family like they do once or twice a week, you remember how lucky you are to have Rocket Raccoon as your boyfriend.

As per usual, he chats it up with his friends for the first few minutes and sets up the jukebox in the corner before picking up some drinks for his friends. The chilly air of Knowhere waltzed into the bar but you were far too busy pretending not to be completely dazed by your boyfriend’s roaming about the bar.

He finally sits down at the cocktail table where Kraglin had been working, and by this time your colleague already knew this was his cue to switch with you.

“I’m not disrupting your working hours, am I?” Rocket asked in a low, sultry voice as he rested his cheek on his fist, his elbow propped up on the table.

“Like you give a shit,” you scoffed with a smile. “The usual?”

“Yeap.”

And just like it had been every night, Rocket constantly shifted his attention between you and his family. Of course you didn’t mind because you knew how much it had made him happy and that’s all you could want for him and more.

“Oh, princess are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah why?”

He tilted his head, a small smile curving his lips. “You just look so tired.”

“Nah, I’m fine. Anyway work ends in …” you glance at a clock hanging above the doors of the bar. “An hour.”

“If you say so …”

You’ve danced this tango before, it was Rocket just painfully reminding you of how he rewards your hard work with a good fuck in your apartment.

The truth is, you’re exhausted, of course you were, your shifts were always over ten hours long five days a week and the only relief you get is during your one hour break and when he comes to see you.

But you can’t let him know that or he’ll make it into a whole thing in bed that prolongs your agony, so you suck it up until he has you in bed, moaning his name.

“Rocket …”

“Yes, baby?”

“Shit, faster, I—” you were interrupted by your own squeal as he gave your cunt a firm slap.

“That’s no way to ask your boyfriend to pleasure you, is it? Try again, princess,” Rocket teased, a shit-eating grin stretching across his face as his chin tilted upward. His ego was inflating before your very eyes and you did nothing to stop it and instead, encouraged it.

“C’mon, baby, whine for me,” he demanded in little whispers that ran in hot breaths beside your ear.

“Rocket, please fuck me, please, I can’t take it anymore,” you begged.

“Oh, okay.” Rocket shrugged, completely feigning innocence with a playful tone. “Since my baby asked so damn nicely …”

After removing his clothes, he loved the feeling of his cock sliding into you at an incredibly slow pace. You saw it in his eyes, the fire in them when you squirmed and gripped the sheets as you stood helpless against the slow straining and stretching of your walls as he sinks into you, so, very slowly …

And when he’s about halfway in, he ruts into you once, head rolling around his shoulders at the very pretty noise you make when he does. The sound alone was almost enough to relieve all the tension in his muscles.

It didn’t take long before he was pounding into you, giving you little to no time to adjust as he took out the day’s frustrations on you.

You moan a lot, almost at every fast thrust and it always sends him so much closer to his release than usual. He’s panting, sweat on sweat as he gently nips at your collarbone.

“Fuck, baby, how are you still so tight?” He asks between grunts, the bed creaking at how vigorous his rutting had been. “It’s like you were made just for me.

“D’you think I was made for you, princess?”

You don’t know how but you know he’s grinning without even looking into his eyes. Your eyes were shut tight so as to prevent him from taking more pride in the fact that had your eyes been open, they would have rolled to the back of your head by now from all the pleasure he was fucking into you.

“Yes, yes, just for you,” you slurred, your brain unable to gather any sort of proper thought as your body grew more limp in his hands.

“Just for me, hm?”

“Oh, fuck—y-yeah!” You screamed as he began to hit a certain spot in you. “Fuck, Rocket!”

“I’m close,” he said, continuing at a merciless pace inside you. “So goddamn perfect for me, princess, fuck!”

His teeth were bared and his claws were probably drawing blood on your hips as he thrusted in and out of you like a piston on high speed. Soon enough, he came, pulling out right on time and letting his load leak onto your mattress.

He does a strangely good job at cleaning up the mess, but hey, once again, you weren’t complaining.

This usually follows with a little reward on how you’d like to come and he does anything you ask him to.

And when you say anything,

You mean anything.

Thank you so much for reading!!

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[aliasrocket]

hi !!

i really don't want to sound like a pick me (if this is sounding pick me-ish im so sorry) but would you be able write an nsfw imagine/drabble of rocket x reader with a big bust and reader is insecure about the stretch marks/purple lines on her boobs (idk if anyone else has those but my stretch marks go purple ??) ?

Omg yes of course babes!! Also I did some research, purple stretch marks are normal. I hope this helped!!

Since I’ve already exposed myself on the fic opposite of this, I hope you can forgive me if anything is inaccurate. Nsfw ahead!

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“Do they hurt?”

That was the first thing that left him when he lifted your shirt over your head.

“No! No, not—not at all,” you stammered, your own embarrassment creating lumps in your throat for the words to trip over. “Well, sometimes when I run, but—”

“Can I … touch ‘em?”

You froze. Your lips parted, but no sound came out. At least, not at first.

“You … do you like them?”

“Of course I like them,” he scoffed. His hand hovered over the sides, careful not to make any contact as his touch seemed to ghost your sensitive skin. “They’re so … big.”

“But they’ve got stretch marks everywhere.”

“So?” Rocket frowned. “They look so soft to touch.”

“You can touch them,” you said softly, moving your arms away so as to permit him to do the very thing he asked to.

His hand barely covered your breast, but his grip was still taut nonetheless when he gave an experiment squeeze. His hand slid over to your nipple and he began to rub it between his fingers, soon giving it a pinch and eliciting a yelp from you.

“You like that, princess?” Rocket breathed huskily as he bent down to your ear.

“I do … uh, Rocket …”

“Hm?”

“It’s really okay if they look weird, you know.”

Rocket withdrew from the side of your face to look into your eyes with bewilderment in his own. He waited for a moment, as if there was a punchline to wait for, but none came.

“It looks a little painful, but they’re not weird, baby. I know what weird looks like and this is the absolute opposite of that,” Rocket reasoned softly.

You averted your gaze, feeling your cheeks warm and your lips crumple under the weight of your own shame.

“Let me prove it to you.”

Rocket’s head sank to one of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he took it in his mouth and making you squeal from the sensation. The other hand switched from squeezing and groping to playing with your nub once more.

“Rocket,” you moaned.

His lips parted from your nipple with a pop and you mewled. “So damn pretty for me baby … especially these two …”

“Rocket …” you protested in a shaky voice, but it was barely even a protest when it was more of a whine for more.

“Aw, is my baby getting impatient?”

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What about meeting the guardians for the first time after being with rocket for a while? (Maybe they don’t believe they’re together)

Hope you don’t mind me using Neb’s guardians even though I really miss Gamora :(( would have loved her reaction on this but I feel like Rocket would definitely not be ready for a relationship around the time Gamora was still around so I hope this is okay, aghhh I really wanna make a fic of her BUT ANYWAY!! This was such a wholesome warm up anon, thank you!!

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“You sure about this?”

Rocket lifted his head to give you a look, one of uncertainty and a brow just slightly higher than the other; his eyes remained persistent on yours.

“Yeah, why not, I mean, those assholes don’t believe I exist. You really wanna go on like that?” You asked, and it was sort of rhetorical when you already knew Rocket’s answer as you scooped up your bag.

“I don’t know. Didn’t wanna rush into somethin’ just ‘cause I got something to prove.”

You laughed. Rocket followed closely behind you as you opened the door to your apartment. You threw him the keys, and with a low crunch your door was locked before he came chasing after you.

“Who are you and what did you do to my Rocket?” Your smile hung across your face long after your laugh subsided.

“What?” Rocket chuckled breathily.

“You’d do anything if you had something to prove,” you stated matter-of-factly with a crease in your brow as you turned back to shoot him a look. “And don’t deny it. It’s a waste of time.”

As the sun’s natural light overtook your senses, you heard a faint chuckle from behind you. You eyed him coming up beside you and without another word, taking his silence as admitting defeat.

not long after leaving your apartment you turn up at the bar the guardians had told Rocket to meet them in, and the looks they gave you were ones you couldn’t quite decipher.

The one in the red leather jacket hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you had first entered, and the lady next to him had to nudge him before he could adjust himself rather poorly. The tree looking creature Rocket sat next to gave you a nod and a smile which you returned as you took your own seat beside between the man who stared at you and Rocket. There was also another man sitting across from who you wasn’t wearing a shirt, but besides that he hadn’t dine anything exceptional to warrant any other description.

“So …” the man in the jacket began before taking a sip of what you guessed to be brandy. You couldn’t be sure on Knowhere.

“This is her,” Rocket said plainly. Saying your name formally, he followed it up with a, “meet the guardians.”

“I’m Peter,” Peter gushed, almost cutting Rocket off as he held out a firm hand in front of you. You took it and gave him a weak shake he didn’t seem to mind as his eyes wandered over to Rocket before zipping back to you with a weakened smile. “But Rocket calls me Quill.”

“Nebula,” the lady uttered. Her voice seemed weary but Rocket had told you befofehand that that’s just how she spoke.

“Drax the destroyer,” the shirtless man said next, before looking over to the tree-like creature.

“I am groot.” He nodded with another smile.

Before you could look away, something on Groot’s neck had bloomed from his bark. He tilted his head to pluck it out, and it was only when he handed it to you that you realized he grew you a small flower.

You took it a little quicker than you thought you would have, smiling sheepishly and tucking your head to your shoulders. “Thank you, Groot.”

“So, listen …”

You turned back to Quill who avoided your gaze this time, fingertips on the table before you. You tucked Groot’s flower behind your ear, not sure where else you could keep it without it crumpling.

“I’m not sure how much Rocket paid you, but I am sure we can double the units if you admit he hired you right now.”

“Quill! That is crude!” Drax interjected with a frown. “Not right in front of Rocket! The deal was to wait until he went to the bathroom!”

“You both are idiots.” Nebula rolled her eyes. “She’s not an actress. She’s definitely a prostitute, look at her.”

Suddenly the wind hitting your shoulders were just a little too cold.

“Guys! She’s real, cut it out!” Rocket barked, standing from his seat and creating a thunderous shrieking sound with the chair. “We’re gonna have to have a serious conversation about this, I’m—”

“Rocket, it’s fine,” you said, holding a hand to his own on the table as you looked up to him with eyes he seemed to melt over.

You turn back again to face the rest of the table with newly ironed out composure.

“What can I do to prove I’m Rocket’s girlfriend?”

Quill’s gaze narrowed at you as he pressed his two hands together, connecting them to his lips in thought.

“What’s Rocket’s favorite song?” Quill finally decided.

You look back at Rocket, who’s giving you a wide-eyed look with his jaw ajar and hesitating between keeping shut and saying something with silent words.

You flipped through the blurry polaroids in your head of your time with Rocket. You’re not sure if you’d come up with something until you remembered a time he bathed you during a particularly troubling night.

“I—I don’t know his favorite song, but he seems to sing Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen a lot in the shower—”

Quill’s hand flies to his lips. “I am so sorry we were so wrong about you—”

“I second that, let me pay for your drink—”

“Scratch that altogether I think we do actually owe you that doubled units Quill so diligently offered,” Nebula finished for Drax before avoiding your gaze like the plague.

Groot had been silent the whole time so he just tilted his head at you before nudging Rocket with another, “I am Groot.”

“No I know you believed me from the start,” Rocket replied. “You always do.”

He turned to you with a sort of exhausted smile, his hand touching your arm and moving his thumb over your skin soothingly.

“I don’t even have it in me to argue,” Rocket sighed. “But you guys owe me big time.”

[aliasrocket]

How do you think Rocket would react to reader complimenting his singing voice, such as when he's listening to Peter's Zune? (Hell, we all know Bradley Cooper can sing)

100% this man would get flustered as hell.

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“Rocket.”

“Hm?”

“I love your voice.”

“Huh?” Rocket grunted. “Oh. Oh.”

He’s silent for a while, rubbing the side of his neck awkwardly before looking back at you.

“You really think so?”

“Of course. I would pay you to sing me something to sleep,” you chuckled.

“First of all, you wouldn’t,” Rocket began, “second of all, thank you.”

“First of all why wouldn’t I?” you asked, “second of all, you’re welcome.”

“Because I’d do it for free,” Rocket finished. You looked at him as he continued to mess around with the gadget in his hands. “That is, if this isn’t some elaborate joke—”

“It’s not a joke, Rocket!” You laughed. “Literally, I hate country, but you made me love ‘southern nights,’ don’t fuck with me right now.”

“Seriously?” Rocket asked, frowning back at you. “No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way! Your voice sounds way better singing it than fuckin’ glen campbell.”

“Don’t let Quill hear you say that,” Rocket cautioned immediately, nearly cutting you off as both of you snickered.

“You sing better than Quill, too.”

“I oughta get a voice recorder for blackmail on ya.”

“Rocket …”

Rocket laughed. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

[aliasrocket]

WELCOME BACK BECKALICIOUS I MISSED YOU SO <333

May I please request a lil smth smth ?

Rocket comes home in the early morning from a mission while Reader's asleep.

You take it from there, lovey <333

IM GLAD TO BE BACK!! it's an honor to have my first request be from you <333

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His icy stiff fur brushed against your cheek as he lowered himself onto you. 

His lips met your own, and once more he was put through the cold trenches his recently completed commission had required him to trudge through. Your lips were cracked shells prickling him, but his own warm ones wrapped around them gratefully.

He lifted himself off you, and a hot compress squeezed his shoulder and halted his movement.

Your eyes searched him. Wide awake, hair in loops and tangles in your face that you now brushed aside, your hand now sliding down to his blizzard-covered collarbone and reaching his built chest and abdomen.

“You’re … here.” he would have assumed the wind had spoken if he hadn’t observed your lips moving at that silent moment.

If your voice was candy he could savor in his mouth, he’d let it melt down to the last sugary atom, covering his teeth and tongue in nothing but the taste.

He smiled. “I ended earlier than expected—”

Your hands clasped his collar and he was caught in your lips once more, more contact than ever when both his and your mouth were wide open, and your tongue browsed generously through his teeth.

He reciprocated, tongues meeting and passing through each other like a solar system relying on each other’s orbit. If he didn’t need his arms to prop himself above you, he would have given you some of his ice, feeling the skin of your arms and realizing you could bake cookies on them from the heat alone. That’s what you get for not listening to him; you always insisted on making your surroundings colder so you could be comfortably wrapped in your cloudy duvet, but you always end up burning hot in the mornings.

Stubborn, stubborn you.

Just as stubborn as you are beautiful.

[aliasrocket]

Hi! How do you think Rocket would interact with Reader when they wake up after a fun night together? I just need to know what he’d say in his morning voice, how he goes about cuddling, how he’d wake you up. Strictly for scientific research purposes obviously.

There would be a loooot of groaning, I imagine. Especially when both of you are half asleep, and you ask him a question, his morning voice would be so deep and rough.

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“Mm, Rocket.”

“What is it baby?”

“Get up.”

“No,” he groaned, curling up against you from your back as his hands further tightened around your torso. His muzzle was curving into your neck, forcing you to lift your chin to make room for him.

Rocket loves being the big spoon. No secret in that when he wanted to feel your hair on his fur, the slow rise and fall of your body at each breath you took against him.

I don’t think Rocket’s an early bird but on the off chance he wakes you up, he definitely has a hot cup of coffee in his hand and he’d shake your shoulder gently and once your eyes flutter he’d cast your hair aside to kiss your forehead.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Sunshine?” You repeat back with a weak chuckle.

“I’m up at the ass crack of dawn for you, it was an appropriate nickname,” Rocket commended himself.

“Mm … for me?” You croaked, still attempting to blink away the sensitivity clogging your corneas.

“Yep. You have work, remember?” Rocket grinned.

“Work … WORK!”

“I had fun last night, princess!”

You zip around the room, gathering your clothes and salvaging what little you could of your messy hair. You simply didn’t have time for Rocket’s quips right now.

But they were fully welcomed once you finish your shift later.

[aliasrocket]

I rarely see any positivity for ladies with a small chest. How would rocket be with a reader with a small chest? If you’re comfy with writing this, of course!

I’m not gonna expose myself (I absolutely am) BUT WOAH ARE Y’ALL SPYING ON ME … THIS HITS SO EERILY CLOSE TO HOME

This was so good I felt the need to make a drabble, so I hope you enjoy my brainrot. Nsfw ahead!!

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“Woah.”

Rocket had your hands pinned on either sides of your shoulders, completely exposing yourself to him after he had ripped your shirt right off in an anxious rush to get the proper fuck you both deserved.

You thrashed around irritably. “I know! I feel bad enough as it is already please—”

You almost yelp from the sudden grasp on your breast as Rocket’s fingers were slow to squeeze the supple flesh in his hand. It wasn’t obvious, but his lips were parted from the amusement of your boobs alone.

“Shit,” he hissed in disbelief. “It’s like you were made for me, princess.”

Your cold breast was now warming up to Rocket’s touch as he began to kneed it gently. His eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t really have much to work with but at the same time, his hands were smaller and covered the area with nothing more and nothing less left behind.

Even you had been caught into a state of disbelief. You frowned at him, even as he picked up his pace you were still waiting for the punchline. But even then, you had to admit, the much needed attention on your chest was enough to make you bite your lip.

“So … you … like them?” Somewhere along the road, you gathered the tiniest bouts of strength that managed to gather the words up your throat.

“Like them? Baby, ‘like’ ain’t it,” Rocket breathed, his face lowering to the other breast.

“They’re perfect.”

His mouth wrapped around your nipple as he began to suck, effectively earning a moan from you.

“They’re small,” you rebutted weakly, still stirring under his tender hands and tongue as it swirled around the nub.

You yelped when Rocket’s lips left your nipple with an obscene pop.

“Says who?”

“Says—says literally everyone I’ve slept with!”

“Fuck everyone then! I’m sleeping with you tonight and I say I’m not lettin’ go until I’m satisfied.”

Yeah, I think he likes them.

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[aliasrocket]

If you're still accepting requests, could I request Rocket crushing on someone? How it would go from him not liking the person, to denial, and then finally to realisation/acceptance ❤️

Since this request wasn’t too specific, I’m gonna assume you wanted me to list down some hcs I have about Rocket having a lil crush. If I was wrong, please lmk! So sorry in advance hehe.

Rocket crushing on someone <3 (gender neutral!)

(omg this ended up being a whole imagine/mini fanfic wtf)

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» the beginning.

This was not supposed to go this way.

He was just supposed to have a conversation with someone at a bar for the sake of not looking half as miserable as he really is, get drunk, leave, and deal with whatever hell spawn of a hangover he’d get in the morning.

There was just something about them that was so …

Hard to let go.

“Welp, I better get goin’. Can’t keep my crew waiting.”

They smiled, setting their wine glass down. “Oh, do you really have to go?”

Oh, fuck.

If their voice, their smile and that blinding glint in their eye was something he could catch, he would have had it in a glass bottle before you could even realize he’d caught it.

Yeah because their voice was nice. Nothing else to it.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

He was still chanting that as he stumbled out of the bar wishing he could smash the bottle in his hand to pieces.

Whether it had echoed in his head or fallen out of his lips as indecipherable slurring, he couldn’t tell the difference with all the liquor he’s had to down just to get their voice the slightest bit softer in his head.

» denial.

Of course Rocket would have never admitted it if someone else didn’t point it out for him.

So he tries his best to hide it from the guardians. Absolutely looks the other way when his crush comes around and he’s walking around with his family.

He would be pretty angry and bummed out about it, too.

The simple fact is that Rocket has lost people before. He cannot afford to go through even a fraction of that pain again because he’s had enough.

You can’t lose what you don’t have.

They don’t even know my name, so there was nothing there, he thought.

Did he tell them his name?

Doesn’t matter. They’re someone he met at the bar, that’s their name, Rocket decided. ‘Someone I met at the bar.’

But it only makes him recall their name even more.

He mulled over the conversation and began analyzing each word—what could they have even said that was all that charming?

Maybe if he got to the root of the problem, he could find the anomaly and rip it the fuck out.

No, but of course that’s not how shit worked. They sort of just … linger. Make you imagine the things that person likes.

Okay, so Rocket decided to make a new set of blasters. He was kinda outgrowing his most used ones anyway.

And, it’s not a crush but a certain point in time where both parties were at their (somewhat) best. They were probably a difficult person to deal with. Maybe a slut? Not that there was anything wrong with that, because Rocket wasn’t any different just—

THIS FALLS UNDER THE CATEGORY OF ‘THINKING ABOUT THEM’!

Stopping now.

He walks around to find stores with parts he needs, and he runs into them.

Them.

Them with their stupid hair and their stupid clothes and their stupid taste in fashion (stupid, stupid, stupid, definitely stupid, nothing more.)

(He acts like a little child experiencing his first crush. It wasn’t his decision. He’s not built for this.)

They look to Rocket.

Their eyes widen, as does their pretty—pretty shit-eating smile.

“Oh, Rocket! Hey!”

He froze.

No, nevermind, freezing entails being completely stoned but he was painfully aware of his heaving chest and his hanging jaw and his greedy lungs.

He fled.

On all fours, he ran faster than he ever knew he could.

» realization/acceptance.

… yeah. There was nothing else to say, or do, or feel.

There was no more escaping it.

Thank god he doesn’t have their number.

“Rocket?”

“Hm?”

“Who’s ‘someone I met at a bar’?”

The team were on a commission in a conveniently far planet, much to Rocket’s delight.

So much for not having their number.

Quill was on the access panels.

“Don’t you know how to fuckin’ read?” Rocket snapped. “It’s right there on the goddamn screen.”

“Yeah but how is it that a screen is telling me more about this encounter than you ever did?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Rocket.”

“What?”

Quill looked at him.

He was doing that thing where his shoulders are slumped and he presses his lips together.

“Spit it out already!”

“It’s okay to be into someone,” Quill said.

Rocket scoffed audibly.

“I knew that.”

“Rocket.”

“What?”

“It’s okay to be into someone,” Quill repeated a lot slower this time.

“I know!” Rocker shrieked, like his voice was cracking under his dissolving defense. “I’m not a damn child.”

“And you’re not a monster, either,” Quill corrected.

And he definitely read Rocket’s mind.

That was just about as much as he could stomach.

So there was no more talking for the rest of the trip.

So yes, Rocket would have never admitted it if someone else didn’t point it out for him.

[aliasrocket]

Oo wow! First time I've put in an ask in for ya! (I hope you don't mind answering my silly little thoughts)

But how do you think Rocket would react to the reader pole dancing whether it is stripper based or professionally done? (I just think pole dancing is super neat and very hard to do and that it gets looked down upon so often so I'm just wondering<3)

(I'm totally asking for my OC Moon cause she's a pole dancer 👉👈)

You don't gotta answer if ya don't wanna! love ya!ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ<33

I’ve always been a fan of sports like those, oml, I wanted to take this for a long time but my mom made me invest in figure skating when I was younger. I’m not even sure if pole dancing is a sport but it takes a hell of a lot of exercise to get it down right so I’m saying it is.

I know I’ve talked about reader being a bartender at knowhere in rocket x reader fics but I’ve always thought a pole stripper reader wld also work so well with Rocket mainly because. Well. Rocket’s a horny fuck. (At least in the comics, and in my heart, he is.)

I know the typical headcanon would probably be him making the dirtiest comments about you when he watches you practice but I imagine it going very differently especially if you guys have been in a relationship for quite some time.

Rocket’s eyes were very used to tracing things like wires, plugs, batteries, bolts. Very shiny things in general. Though he wasn’t quite sure he’d ever get used to glistening skin sliding against a silver pole, legs tangling and swinging in a sort of orbit as every curve and edge of you was stretched and carved into a moving piece of art before his eyes.

“Rocket, what are you doing here?” You chirped, hair reaching for the floor as your head hung completely upside down, the rest of your body outstretched at an askew angle with the pole snug between your thighs. “Thought you were still on commission.”

“Yeah, it ended a day early,” he replied, eyes lining your ass when you slowly lowered your leg, causing the arc to compress.

Rocket had definitely gotten you off that pole only to give you the best goddamn fuck in your life. And he’d done it multiple times over the span of your relationship, no surprise there when you looked so damn sexy in those clothes that had his imagination lazy from how much he didn’t have to imagine.

But today, it wasn’t about that.

Rocket settled himself into a chair by the side after asking if you wanted a water break, to which you replied that you’ve already had one. He smiled, and he didn’t know why he lowered his face when he did it.

But he found out why the moment you caught him.

“What?” You smiled right back, as if you hadn’t just caught Rocket red handed.

“Nothing, nothing.” Damn, he was still doing it, and all he could do was show you his palms as he raised his hands in defense.

You got off the pole, dusting yourself off as you took the smallest steps towards him.

“C’mon, I can’t focus with you smiling like that.”

“You don’t like me smiling?”

“I wanna know what you’re thinking Rocket.”

You locked your hands on your hips, ending up in front of him as he looked up with you with a cocked brow.

Rocket exhaled, and then, his gaze softened when he observed the way you looked at him. It was the same way he loved to look at you, spinning around, doing all those stunts with such grace and precision.

Now slumped against the back rest of the chair, he completely surrendered himself to you the moment his jaw parted.

“It’s so easy to admire you sometimes, you know?” Rocket confessed. He couldn’t bear to look at you, so his eyes dug a hole in the floor instead. “I know I get ahead of myself sometimes but fuck, you look so dedicated in what you do. Seeing you work hard for this … you’re fucking capable of anything you wanna do, princess.”

A blur reached below him and lifted his chin, and it was almost like looking directly at a shooting star. He couldn’t bear to look but now his eyes widened like he needed more of it to keep under his eyelids so he could keep seeing it when he closed his eyes.

He always knew how pretty you were, but with the way you grinned with your cheeks rising to your eyes he always regretted not letting you know sooner.

“I love you, Rocket.”

“I love you too,” he muttered your name, and just like his eyes, he sprinkled little stars all over it.

like you wouldn’t believe.

[aliasrocket]

Heyy how would Rocket react to Mantis outing his long kept crush (reader) to the rest of the guardians with and without the reader in the room? thank you <33

AGHHH THIS IS SO CUTE ANON WTF!!

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His heart is racing. Fuck, he could feel it reaching the metal in his ribs, again and again in quick succession as his eyes darted back and forth between you and Mantis.

“Rocket … is this true?”

Rocket’s mouth opened but no sound came from it. He tried again, this time putting his core into it.

“I didn’t know … how to tell you.”

“It’s not that hard,” you answered immediately. “It shouldn’t have been so hard. I’ve been trying to hint at you for months.”

Rocket was rooted to the ground. Every small breath he took was another creak in his bones. But at the same time, he felt his heart implode for a split second—like it hurt, but it went right back to beating against every restraint possible.

“You …”

“Now, go ahead.” You crossed your arms.

Rocket’s eyelids flickered in shock. He was in your eyes, and your demeanor had changed completely. You were now looking to him, probing for something.

“What?”

“Ask me out, Rocket,” you said a little more sternly.

And then you smiled, and whatever rigid expression you held was now a puddle on the floor.

“Okay,” Rocket chuckled breathlessly, finally breathing and moving in his spot. His ears twitched, and his hands were on his hips as he looked to the floor for advice. You got anything?

And of course the floor didn’t answer. But it no longer mattered.

He lifted his head to look at you. Starting with your name, so kindly and so carefully leaving his lips, he goes, “will you go out with me?”

You sighed in relief with a grin so contagious, Rocket chuckled again.

“Yes, Rocket. Yes I will go out with you,” you clasp your hands together in front of you, both of you finally holding each others’ gazes for more than two seconds.

“I’m warnin’ you right now, I’m not a candle-lit dinner typa’ guy. Can you handle that?”

“It’s exactly what I loved about you in the first place.”

[aliasrocket]

any fun headcanons of Rocket, can be something silly like

YES.

Rocket purrs in his sleep, and the reason he doesn’t want anyone else to pet him is because he’ll purr then too.

This is more of an observation rather than a headcanon but I’m putting it here anyway—Rocket is always building bombs or batteries for bombs in his free time. It’s his favorite past time. He does it by instinct sometimes too. He likes busying his hands with gizmos <3

Rocket’s favorite color is blue. He thinks he looks good in that color (along with orange but, he’s pissed because he doesn’t really like orange) and it’s also the color of the sky.

He loves climbing trees but never does it around other people. He’s definitely a gymnast so that’s the only real way he can ‘practice’, if that makes sense?

Definitely throws around the term ‘cybernetically engineered’ a lot more than he realizes. We’ve only seen him do it once with Quill in vol 2 (“I was cybernetically engineered to fly a spacecraft.”) but he can’t help but point out how he is genuinely too different from everybody because of what’s been done to him.

regarding the baby raccoons, they’re the only ones he allows going into his room to sleep, and I imagine Rocket sleeps in a curled up position sometimes, tail curling up to him and sometimes some raccoons squeeze themselves in the space between him and his tail and he lets them.

soon enough though, he realizes the raccoons keep going up to his chest and whining, and one day he finally figures out it’s because they’re looking for milk. He’s not female so he buys milk for them to drink and he cradles them while feeding them like actual babies JJSJSJSHAHJS

[aliasrocket]

omg for a fic idea or fluff imagine maybe taking rocket to an earth amusement park/fair and he absolutely hates it XD

Omg omg okok I’ll do an imagine bc sadly I’m super bad at fluff (if you notice from my ao3 acc I have never touched the tag in my LIFE/hj)

Also warning you guys now, this imagine gives vol. 1 Rocket vibes (bc I’ve rewatched all 3 gotg films a normal amount to realize Rocket’s personality is always slightly different/more lighthearted with each sequel)

Also, the amusement park I picked was Universal Studios, enjoy :)

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“What the fuck are we doin’ here?”

Yeah, that was Rocket’s initial reaction when you both stop at the huge oscillating globe with the gigantic title of ‘Universal Studios’ wrapping around it.

You laughed, because he literally had no reason to look this grumpy at an amusement park but it was something you were used to by then.

“It’s an amusement park, Rocket.”

“Well I’m not very amused, you see,” he quipped sardonically.

This only made you snicker.

“Is my unamusement amusing you, humie?”

“That’s not a word!” You laughed.

“Fuck if I care.”

You and Rocket walk in eventually, and not even a minute of walking and Rocket starts getting bombarded for photos.

“No! Look lady if you don’t—”

“Everyone!” You yelled, holding out your hand in front of Rocket as if to protect him. “He’s not an employee here!”

Most people backed off, but there were some others that were still insisting that Rocket’s ‘cosplay’ was hyper-realistic.

Rocket at this point had more ‘important’ matters to attend to so you both decided to simply run off, Rocket scrambling on all fours as you book it to catch up to him.

“I don’t need you to protect me.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you put your arm over me like I was some wounded animal?”

“Because I was concerned for their safety, not yours,” you chuckled.

And, to your surprise, Rocket joins you in your laughter.

“Damn straight,” he remarked with a contented grin stretched across his face.

You guys eventually arrive to your first ride, and it’s the mummy ride. Rocket had already begun to scowl when he entered the area.

“What’s this?” He asked when you grabbed his hand and dragged him into the queue.

“The mummy ride. You’re not scared, are you?” You teased.

“We live in fucking space. Ain’t no way I’m gonna be scared of—”

Rocket screamed and practically cried non-stop on the entire ride, and when there were stops, a long, thundering string of curses were launched from his lips making parents with their kids glare at him after the ride was over.

You, on the other hand, were nothing but entertained.

“Oh my god, you should have seen your face! You were so fucking scared you couldn’t even—”

“Shut up! Fuckin’ hell you’d think they’d have windshields for that shit what the fuck was that?”

You laughed some more, but he didn’t stop you at all or comment on just how amusing this all seemed to you. He simply stole glances every time you laughed and you pretended not to notice for his sanity.

Next up; battlestar galactica.

The ride was outdoors so both of you could see the blue and red tracks very loosely intertwining with each other and having insane drops and loops. Every ten seconds was just another group of people lost to the thrill of the ride.

“Nu-uh. Nope.” Rocket was about to walk away but you hold him by the shoulder pad.

“You’re riding this with me, no exceptions.”

“Like fuck I’m doin’ that,” Rocket cursed.

“Oh come on! If you don’t come with me I can’t go!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I … I …”

Yeah, you didn’t wanna admit it but you had some of your own fears yourself. Any rollercoaster was doable as long as you had someone to wrap your arm around. You were kinda surprised when Rocket said nothing about you squeezing his arm for dear life in the mummy ride but now, there was probably no escaping it when he was looking at you so intently, eyes dragging all over your body as if he was searching for an anomaly in one of those inventions.

“Oh my,” he began teasingly, “you’re scared too.”

“No! I can do it I just—I can’t do it alone, come on Rocket.”

He grinned. It appeared it was his turn to be amused.

“Admit it, humie. You need me.”

You bit your lip.

“Rocket, stop being a dick and come with me.”

“Not until you admit that you can’t do it without me,” he repeated, your name falling out of his lips like he knew your legs grew weak at the way he says it.

You clenched your jaw, finally relenting with an audible, drawn out groan.

“Fine! You win! Rocket, please oh please I need you on this ride, please just ride it with me!” You said over dramatically, clamping your hands together before dropping them and slumping your shoulders in annoyance.

He couldn’t help but give a smug grin at your response.

He ambled in with his chest puffed out, hands shoved into his pockets as his ego had just been filled.

“Damn fuckin’ straight, humie,” he remarked. “You coming or what?”

You chase after him for the second time that day, not even realizing you were frozen in your spot.

Even after all that, it didn’t make him any less scared of the ride as he continued to scream and scratch at the shoulder restraints of the ride. By the time the ride was over, he was panting, his eyes darting around at the various workers who’s eyes widened at the sight of all the blackened claw marks on the seats.

“We gotta run.”

“Huh?”

Third time you chased after Rocket that day with the staff tailing both of you about the damages caused on the ride.

Needless to say, that was your one and only time going to an amusement park with your favorite trash panda.

He would never tell you this, but if you ever asked to go again, he could never gather the strength or courage to tell you no.

[aliasrocket]

Rocket with a musician s/o? One who can play tons of instruments and cover any song in any genre? I feel like his jaw would always be on the floor and his eyes would always be hearts

Omgg I remember briefly talking about this to a friend before—it was when we were talking about how Rocket would try to be supportive of whatever reader’s talent/hobbie/skill may be, and one of the things mentioned was a musically-inclined reader.

Anyway, Rocket would definitely do the basics of like, coming to your shows, hyping you up for auditions and if you’re one of the musicians involved in making the soundtrack of a play/show/movie/musical/whatever he would of course watch the entire thing with you, or watch the live shows while you’re on.

After the live shows he’d always give you a big hug even when he watches the shows over and over.

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“Rocket …”

“What?”

“You’ve seen my show so many times now.”

“And I’m amazed every time. You play beautifully, princess.”

“There’s other people playing over me too, I’m just ensemble.”

“I still heard that one high note you’ve been practicing all week. I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

I imagine something like you’re practicing at home and you just can’t get this one score right.

“GAH!”

“That one song again?”

“Yeah, god, what is wrong with me?”

Rocket came by with a piping hot cup of coffee in hand and planted a kiss on your head, rubbing your shoulders to mellow you down. Your shoulders sank at the warm of his touch.

“Nothin’, sweetheart. You’re doing great,” Rocket praised.

[aliasrocket]

Could you write a fic about reader introducing Rocket into the BDSM lifestyle. (I feel like the concept of BDSM is a Terran thing)

The set up is Rocket and reader are just starting to get physically intimate in their relationship and the topic of “what do you like to do in bed” comes up. It’s during this conversation that reader admits that she’s into BDSM and she explains what that involves and what she likes and dislikes.

And while listening to her talk, Rocket discovers something new about himself (if you get what I mean 😈).

Eventually, reader looks over to see Rocket honed in on everything she’s saying and she asks;

“Do you wanna try it, Captain~?”

HAHAHA DID YOU GET THE ‘CAPTAIN’ PET NAME FROM MY FIC I AM SO SORRY

Okok, in any case I shall deliver!! I hope you don’t mind me making this into a ficlet :DD sometime in the future if I’ve got nothing I might write it into a full length fic, but I hope this will do for now <33

But anyway, I’m not very experienced in BDSM so sorry if this isn’t up to your expectations!

Also, side note, I know handcuffs used in bed usually have a soft texture to them but I’m gonna use regular ones since I imagine those types of handcuffs are strictly a Terran thing and the fic takes place in Knowhere.

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The orange hues of Knowhere skies stained the walls of your room as you laid limp and just breathing. That was all you could afford to do after the brain shattering sex you’d had with your … sexual partner. That was what you were going to call it for now, you decided.

He had just come out of the bathroom after cleaning up his mess on your bed and on your stomach when he popped the question.

“What do you like to do in bed?”

You scoffed the moment the question registered in your head.

“We’ve done this like what, seven times? You know what I like in bed,” you said, propping your back upwards and setting the pillows higher so you can sit.

“You don’t expect me to believe you’re a vanilla baby, do you?” Rocket cocked a brow at you.

The realization hit you harder than the orgasm did.

Well no, maybe not, the orgasm was way too good.

But it was comparable nonetheless, because what followed the realization was a bubbling pit of shame stirring in your gut as you withdrew your legs into your duvet.

“You wouldn’t wanna know,” you began with a breathy laugh. “Besides, I come like three times before you even get to the verge of coming. The sex is already good.”

“If you’re into something that we’re not doing, it could be better,” he reasoned, giving a slow shrug before his hands fell into his pockets. He looked so damn good in cargo shorts, whoever allowed this man to look so sexy even in loose clothing?

You let out an audible sigh, letting your shoulders slump forward.

You slide out of bed and turn on your computer. Rocket leans into your chair as you type the words ‘BDSM’ in the search engine. You specifically click on Terra’s search results for the term.

You watch as Rocket’s eyes narrowed, eyes searching through the various images before they widened.

“Oh,” he murmured.

You rolled your lips into a thin line.

“Yeah, it’s not—we don’t have to—”

“Wait, so what exactly is BDSM?” He asked, turning to you. His eyes glimmered under the low lights of the apartment and he waited for your answer even when you just stared at him.

“Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism,” you listed. “It’s a very tiring kink so it’s fine if you don’t want to—”

“Bondage, I’m assuming is all the rope stuff,” Rocket thought aloud, eyes shifting back to the screen for a brief moment before turning back to you. “Discipline … stuff like not letting you come? Punishment, and shit like that?”

Your jaw dropped. Even your eyes were hesitant to blink at the fear that when you do, Rocket will be ready with a whip and some rope on your bed.

You say fear, but when you put one leg over the other in your seat, your lips slipped over each other from the lubrication that dripped out of you.

“Yeah but the ropes are really complicated to tie—”

“Princess, you’ve gotta be kidding,” Rocket scoffed with a grin pulling one corner of his lip up. “Have you seen the shit I make? This is nothing compared to that. Besides, I’ve figured out all the knots already, I got this.”

Your heart swelled at the thought of Rocket restricting you. You swallowed dryly, licking your moist lips in hopes of reserving what little dignity you had left.

“Let’s start with something light, okay? Like maybe—maybe handcuffs,” you began with a shaky breath. You wondered if your excitement was radiating off of you and you prayed it hadn’t been the case because nothing was even happening. It had just been a long time since you’ve opened up to someone about this side of you.

“Sure,” Rocket agreed. “Besides, I spank you enough already, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled. Lowering your forehead to your desk as you could feel your hand shaking from the thoughts alone.

“I left my handcuffs back at my apartment, I’ll go grab them.”

You grabbed Rocket’s wrist, making him turn to look at you.

You smirked.

Your other hand reappeared from under the table to reveal a pair of thin metal handcuffs, and you dropped one of them to let it dangle in the air.

“Shall we try it, Captain?”

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