!! super self-indulgent because im experiencing Gender today so feel free to ignore <33
mmm but androgynous afab reader x johnny and he gives you his sweaters because he knows you love the way they fit you.
the way they’re loose enough that your tits aren’t obvious through the fabric and the way that the little garter hem actually fucking sticks to your hips instead of falling flat and making the sweater look like a shirt dress.
the way you snag his old varsity shirts and actually manage to make them look appealing, something johnny wished he has the talent for because he’s always been just using them for nightwear but there you are, looking so good in his clothes.
“comfy?” he asks as he bends down to tie your shoelaces.
he hears you hum, shy, if anything, and johnny tilts his head up to smile up at you. to show you that there’s nothing to be shy about. nothing for you to get your mind on a tizzy.
“i’ve got more for you, gaol,” johnny says, patting your feet and pressing a kiss on your thigh before standing up at full height. you track his ascent, head tilting up as johnny’s height towers over you before shuffling into his arms, tucking yourself underneath his chin.
he laughs, the sound rumbling from his chest and reverberating to where you are pressed to him, as he loops his arms around you. “i’m starting to think y’r just dating me for my shirts.”
you tilt your head up to look at him, your chin digging into his chest, and gasp out, “oh no, you’ve found out!”
johnny bites his bottom lip to stifle his laughter as he watches the way you fake a pout, before pinching your eyebrows together and jutting your lips out. he couldn’t help but take the opportunity of your pouty lips and smacks a chaste kiss on them instead.
you sputter in surprise, face easing away from your pretend sadness before ducking down to muffle your laughter at his chest. you hear him humming in elation, proud of having broken your dramatics, and so you nip at his collarbone in retaliation.
johnny pretends to hiss in pain even though you both know your teeth did not dig any deeper, still, it makes you laugh even louder as he begins to curse it lilted scottish, your name thrown into the mix.
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I hope you're having a fabulous day, my friend.
Would I be able to request an imagine by any chance?
While Rocket and fem!Reader were fucking in Rocket's room on Knowhere, someone knocks on the door.
You choose what happens next ;)
YES YES OMG OFC!! THIS HAS ME ABSOLUTELY FERAL HOLY SHIT AGHHH OKOK
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The bed creaked and rocked to the sloppy rhythm of Rocket’s pounding, but of course you weren’t complaining since you had been what he was pounding into.
Your moans had long filled the room since you started, and if you hadn’t been so terribly used to it by now, you would have covered your face in shame as Rocket looked at you with a smug grin etched on his face.
You could tell he was getting closer by the second as his pace picked up, messily but definitely slamming hard into your g-spot as you were squealing with each frantic thrust.
But the stars were knocked right out of your brain when a loud sound thundered from your door.
Rocket continued, now keeping a low growl at bay as he didn’t want you to get the wrong message—it had been something he struggled to do for a while now, but in this moment it didn’t seem like you had been the problem.
More crackling knocks came through your door.
“Rocket—”
“I know,” he finally let a growl loose as his pounding grew straight up merciless, causing a long string of whimpers to run from your mouth. “No way I’m givin’ up those sweet sounds for some fuck at the door. Not when you’re so goddamn pretty for me.”
It hadn’t even been a minute since he’s said that before something very strange happened.
“Rocket!”
Now that had caused Rocket to freeze dead in his spot.
The voice sounded male, a little tired but otherwise quite sure of the unspoken statement it just made.
His nails peeled away from your hips and hopped down from your bed to gather his clothes.
“Could you do something for me?” Rocket asked in a shallow breath, zipping his pants up.
“Hm?”
“Go to the bathroom.”
“What?? Why? Do you know who’s at the door?”
“I’ll tell you all about it later, okay? Just …”
Rocket straightened out his shirt after throwing it on haphazardly, letting it roll down past his abdomen as he walked towards the door.
“Please just do this for me.
“Please.”
Rocket didn’t have to beg for you to do literally anything for him, but he didn’t have to know that, so you pretend to consider it for a moment before relenting.
You close the door to your bathroom but since it is within your bedroom area, you were able to pick up the noise of Rocket opening the door.
“Yeah, thought you’d be here.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I thought you’d be happier to see your ol’ pal.”
“I would be except for the fact that you’re supposed to be on Terra and also the fact that you knew I would be here.”
“ … you do realize you’ve been making it painfully obvious to the entire fucking bar that that one bartender and you are fucking right?”
You cup a hand over your mouth. Holy fucking shit.
That was when you made the very reasonable conclusion that the great Starlord was at your door.
“How do you know where she lives?”
“Ah yeah that—you know what we’ve got more pressing matters to attend to—we got a commission.”
“The commission can wait for my goddamn orgasm, for fuck’s sake.”
“Oh, fuck c’mon man, I didn’t need to hear that—”
“Well you’re hearing it Quill! I’m not happy about you comin’ over here and knocking like it’s the end of the fuckin’ world! I’ll talk to you later, but right now I got business to finish.”
after a few seconds of silence, you heard the door slam shut.
Rocket called out to you by your name, and you ignore the butterflies picking at your stomach when he does. “You can come out!”
When you open the door, Rocket was already on the bed naked and waiting for you, staring at you from head to toe.
Since he ‘banished’ you to the bathroom, you didn’t feel the need to put on clothes and Rocket clearly didn’t mind. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it.
“Aren’t you put off by that conversation?” You chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Rocket rolled his eyes. “Not when you enter the room looking like that.”
“This is technically how I look all the time,” you quipped again, you couldn’t help yourself when Rocket was so fun to annoy.
He grabbed you by the arm and was somehow able to yank you back on the pillows, climbing over you and making you remember the pleasure he was thrusting into you moments before.
“Stop acting so innocent, princess. I know you were close, too.
“You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”
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