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theycallmequeenie · 1 year

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Yondu x Reader Part 4

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Part One

Part Two

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A/N: Here it is Part Four!Hope you all enjoy it. It’s sorta some fluffy angst. I don’t think there is anything that needs a warning label if there is please let me know and I will happily make the necessary edits to include the warnings. Happy Reading! ~Queenie

Part Four:

As Yondu’s skilled, blue hands worked in attempts to free Y/N from the rest of her clothes he murmured sweet nothings to her, from telling her how beautiful she was to how lucky she made him feel. He was planting a string of kisses along her collarbone when he was stopped in his tracks.

Hearing the door to his quarters open he instinctively used his body to cover Y/N from potential prying eyes as Y/N sort of drew her limbs up to hide herself under Yondu in the event that it was a member of the crew. It wasn’t. It was little Peter Quill crying and looking for the mother figure in his life to sooth him, again.

Yondu let out a string of expletives most of which Peter probably shouldn’t have heard at hid young age and told him to wait outside the door that Y/N would be right out to him.

After the boy left Yondu released Y/N from underneath him clearly annoyed that he was once again interrupted while trying to ‘love on’ his woman. After adjusting his pants which obviously told on his intentions for the time, he and Y/N were spending together. Y/N noticed this and blushed top to toe once again which made Yondu chuckle at the situation.

“Darlin’, yer eventually goin to stay that shade of pink, especially with that kid around…” He laughed as he handed Y/N her top and helped her get redressed. Kissing her temple once she was clothed in an effort to offer some affection.

Y/N gave a soft smile and shook her head, “You should probably stay here into umm, that,” She gestured to his tented pants, “subsides. So not ready for that conversation with him yet…”

Y/N righted herself smoothing out her hair and exited Yondu’s quarters to go take care of little Pete. After the door closed behind Y/N Yondu let out a yell of frustration because this wasn’t the first time that the boy had hindered Yondu’s attempts with Y/N. It seems every time over the last week that boy had come running in looking for Y/N for some reason or another. Yondu mulled over his frustrations at the situation and decided that a cold shower would be what’s best for him for now.

Y/N had Pete in his room and was sitting with him talking and sooth the young boy who she knew was still trying to process everything even if it had been a year since he was taken from earth. Losing your mom that young took a long time to process through. Y/N knew that firsthand though she was a bit older that what Peter had been when he lost his mom.

As she spoke with him about randoms things the boy asked innocently enough, “Y/N, are you and Yondu in love?” His green eyes sparkled with curiosity as he anxiously waited for an answer.

Y/N took a deep breath and tried to come up with the best way to answer him. “Well Pete, I think so, but you can’t tell anyone I answered that question. The rest of the crew isn’t in the know yet and we don’t what them to know yet, Okay?”

As Y/N answered him as vaguely as she could the little boy got excited and responded with, “I hope you are, Poppa Yondu needs you. You make him less grumpy, and I want you to stay with us forever…” He hugged Y/N’s neck and whispered in her ear as if it was a secret, “I’m glad you are here to take care of me like my mom would have. I don’t know what I’d do without you Y/N.”

Y/N smiled and hugged him back. It filled her heart to hear this boy tell her these things and wondered what Yondu would think knowing that this was how the little fellow felt. She held Pete as long as he let her, cherishing this moment as long as she could she knew these moments were going to become sparse in the not-too-distant future because he was going to be growing up.

When he was finally ready to let go, he started to rub his eyes as sleep was closing in fast for the boy and she knew it. As Y/N went through his bedtime routine with him finishing with tucking him in and telling him good night. Y/N left the room quietly letting Pete fall swiftly into dreamland only noticing that Yondu had been just outside the door after it closed.

Jumping after noticing him she offered a soft smile asking him how long he had been standing there and hiding her face when he informed her that he had been there long enough to hear Pete’s feelings on them as a couple. He couldn’t help but smile.

“That boy is tryin ta play matchmaker from the sounds a thangs, Darlin.” Yondu seemed thrilled with that. “Now if only we could get him to improve his timing…” Yondu gave Y/N a mischievous grin and put his arms around her.

Y/N gave him a small fake smile which raised alarm with Yondu prompting him to pull back from her and offered a questioning look trying to hide his concern but failing.

Y/N sighed and motioned for Yondu to walk with her, “Cap, that’s a lot of expectations on us. You know if, for whatever reason, we don’t work out its not only going to hurt us, it’s going to break his heart too.”

The realization hit Y/N hard in that moment and she started to pull away from Yondu and into herself. She hadn’t thought how it would affect Peter if the worst happened and now that she was it was frightening to her. It wouldn’t be just her and Yondu that would be hurt in this situation. The weight of it made her so anxious Yondu could feel it rolling off her.

Pushing his own feelings out of the way and reached to calm her out of instinct. “Hey, it’s gonna be fine, Darlin’. What we got goin on, ain’t gonna go bad. You an me are the stuff o’ legend. They’ll be writin stories bout us one day.” He realized in that moment she wasn’t second guessing them as a couple, she was questioning the possible aftermath if things didn’t end in their favor. He knew this had to be a Terran thing and did his best to shut down his negative feelings as he did not want to compound her already anxious feelings. “Come on Darlin’, let’s get you cleaned up and ready for bed too…”

To Be Continued…

@capitanostella

Part Five

#queenie writes #queenies fanfiction #queeniesmusings #yondu imagines #Yondu Udonta #yondu udonta x reader #yondu x reader #yondu fanfic #yondu fanfiction #yondu fic #yondu imagine #Guardians of the Galaxy #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy fandom #gotg fanfiction #gotg reader insert #gotg fandom #happy reading

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annoyinglysparklygalaxy · 2 years

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#peter quill #star lord #gamora #peter x gamora #gotg fandom #gotg aesthetic #gotg #guardian of the galaxy #marvel fandom #marvel aesthetic #marvel

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sir-klauz · 1 year

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Really out here watching Marvel fans crying and screaming over Amanda Seyfried simply just not wanting to be in a movie, and not being interested in the premise nor liking the idea and worrying about her career like everyone who wants to keep a job. People aren’t obligated to worship Marvel. There’s literally so many brilliant comic book companies out there which get no time of day, but hey, Darkhorse Comics are fantastic and look, we got The Umbrella Academy out of them not with the help of Marvel and DC giants taking over literally everything.

I love both, I do, but get over it fr. Somebody doesn’t like Guardians? Okay? So many do though. (She didn’t even say the script was bad anyway) I appreciate celebrities speaking up when they’re not interested nor like the idea of a movie because half the time they’re forced to shut up and have zero opinions.

People saying “yuh well she was in Ted 2 tho hypocrite” like yeah but I’m sorry that movie wasn’t gonna be a make or break one as funny as it was, which was her point. You can’t tell me Ted 2 was intended to be the biggest blockbuster of the next 5 years of something, sorry. It could’ve made or broken her career, and it’s fine for someone to worry about that. She was wrong this time, but not everyone’s guesses about everything is gonna turn out right.

Why should we strive to say “yeah this is just gonna be amazing” just because of pressure or because it’s from a popular brand, bullied for not liking something everyone else likes. I mean, look at how nightmarish or wonderful (rarely wonderful) gambling may or may not turn out. It’s more likely a film is gonna crash, just because every Marvel movie hasn’t, it doesn’t mean they can’t.

See this is why celebrities are liek “yup can’t have an opinion can’t like or dislike anything”.

#sincerely a comic fan #amanda seyfried #marvel #marvel fandom #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy fandom #gotg #gotg fandom

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thepunkmuppet · 1 year

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THIS POST CONTAINS GOTG3 SPOILERS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

so it was only through this movie that I realised how incredible nebula and rocket’s relationship really is, or rather could be if they had more screen time.

they have the exact same backstory. horrific and violent experiments were performed on them both by galactic assholes with god complexes, and obviously they have both been recovering and running from that their entire lives.

but also, their personalities are just super similar - closed off, rude, no-nonsense, angry, etc. and that means that they can relate to each other in the same way as each other. what I mean is, they have spent their lives suffering in silence, and are not the type of characters to have long heart to hearts and open up to those around them. but that’s okay, because they can suffer in silence together. they can wallow in their pain together. no words required, just pure understanding.

and the fact that they were the only main guardians left during the blip?? are we just going to overlook how close they would have gotten?? a close knit family unit reduced to two people?? literally the only people each other had left?? LIKE???

UGH and the fact that she gets him bucky’s arm for christmas. it was on a different planet. she had never celebrated or even heard of christmas before. but it was THAT important to her to give it to him?? and the looks on their faces!!?!? YES

and just that scene where nebula hears his voice again and just sobs. and mantis (a literal empath) looks at her and says to rocket, “we love you and we appreciate you and we are so happy you’re okay because you are our best friend.” because nebula, just like rocket, isn’t the kind of person who would feel able to say that herself. but actions and reactions speak more than words, and those tears spoke VOLUMES of the value nebula places in her friendship with rocket and it just makes me so feral

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #gotg3 #gotg spoilers #gotg 3 spoilers #gotg vol 3 #nebula #rocket raccoon #jesus christ this post blew up ummmm hello marvel fandom back from the dead are we??

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padbaeamidalaskywalker · 1 year

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The High Evolutionary destroyed an entire planet of innocent people and I am DEVASTATED THAT THEY KILLED THE PRECIOUS BAT FAMILY.

Also I am permanently emotionally devastated from the Rocket flashbacks

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Rocket: could that douche actually create a perfect society?

Y/N: nah. An imperfect being can’t create perfection. It’s unobtainable

Adam: so a perfect being, like me, could?

Y/N: sorry Warlock. You’re a perfect specimen. There’s a difference.

Cosmo: did you just compliment and insult someone at the same time?

Rocket: that’s an art form im dying to learn! (Laughs)

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #rocket and groot #rocket raccoon imagine #rocket racoon x reader #adam warlock #will poulter #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy volume 3 #gotg imagine #gotg vol 3 #gotg #rocket gotg

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edster-may · 1 year

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So I just saw guardians of the galaxy 3 in theater yesterday and... All I gotta say is..

💗✨Floor my beloved❤️✨🐰🌺

#my art #artists on tumblr #fanart #marvel #gotg 3 #floor #rocket #marvel fandom #guardians of the galaxy

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retrobr · 2 months

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My first gotg sketch in a long time 🥰 It doesn't look that good but whatever.

#hello people in the gotg fandom 👋#guardians of the galaxy #gotg #ravagers #gotg vol 2 #kraglin obfonteri #kraglin #my art #fanart #art #my sketches

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chocor0se · 16 days

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nothing like the tragic siblings trope

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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year

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Best support friend; Rocket raccoon x gn reader

*Author’s note*

A double update? No get out of town! Truthfully I was gonna save posting this fic up once I got a Jack Kline request that has been sitting in my inbox collecting dust for almost a year or however long ago it was but I decided idk when I’ll post it up so I decided to just go ahead and post this fic up and hopefully I’ll do the Jack Kline one in the next week or so (it’s like 75% done).

So @itsscromp here is your new Rocket raccoon request.

Warnings: abuse, fluff, panic attacks, angst, protective Rocket, swearing, clueless ravagers.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@queensdivas

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@austynparksandpizza

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“NONE OF THIS WOULD’VE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD JUST LET ME TAKE THE REINS FOR ONCE!!” exclaimed a voice.

“Well excuse me for not letting the man with the robotic eyes take the wheel.” Another voice snarked sarcastically. I was passing through Knowhere trying to organize some supplies when I heard the sound of arguing. I followed the voices and there were Ezekiel and Torath.

“Oh no what now?” I muttered as I walked towards them. The two of them continued to argue as I spoke up. “Hey guys.”

“You have any idea what that shrimp Quill is gonna do to us the minute we tell you lost the cargo?” Torath said.

“I lost the cargo? Need I remind you that it was because of your glitchy eyes that you hit the ejector button sending the cargo out into the depths of space!” Ezekiel snapped again at Torath.

“And need I remind you that you are literally the worst pilot in the entire galaxy! I’ve seen beasts with half a brain fly advance ships better than you!”

“Okay guys can we please just….” I tried to cease the argument but the two stubborn, pig-headed men got into a squabble. Fists were flying and swears were spat out. “hey! Hey! Hey! Hey guys stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” suddenly I caught an elbow to the nose which not only sent me to the ground but also in a flashback.

~Flashback~

I fell to the ground as a punch came across my face and I whimpered as I spat out blood.

“Quit being weak Terran! How will you ever grow a backbone if you keep behaving like a sniveling coward!”

“But sir it—” I was kicked in the stomach this time and I let out a soft but painful grunt.

“You tell me it hurts and I swear I will make your next test more painful than the last!” I whimpered and gave him a nod as he forced me to stand back up and told me to stand my ground as he kept punching and kicking me.

~End of flashback~

My chest tightened and my heart pounded against my ears. No I-I wasn’t there! I wasn’t there anymore! I-I have to get out of here! I stood up and took off running as fast as I could. Even when I had ran into someone I didn’t stop, all I knew was that I had to get out of there.

*Rocket’s POV*

I felt someone shove pass me but just before I could snap at them telling them to watch where they were going, I saw the familiar shape of (Y/n). Normally they don’t just run like that unless there’s something wrong or their in a hurry. And they’re usually not in a hurry.

That’s when I heard the sound of Torath and Ezekiel screaming and rolling all over each other in a brawl. I went over to them and called out to them.

“OI SHITS FOR BRAINS!!” but not even my voice could deter them from arguing. I nodded nonchalantly as I took out my electro-shocker gun and activated it. I first aimed it at Ezekiel and fired one shot before firing at Torath. And just like when Groot, (Y/n) and I first hunted down Quill, they both exclaimed as the electro-shock balls stuck to them and they were given a good shock. “Have I got your attention now shitbags?”

“What was that for rodent?” snapped Ezekiel.

“First of all don’t call me a rodent, not when I can give you a second dosage of shocks. Maybe this time I’ll crank it up a notch.” That got him to shut up. “Second of all, why was (Y/n) racing out from your general direction looking upset?”

“(Y/n) was here?” Torath asked as his robotic eyes moved around.

“Yeah she was now answer my question nimrods! What happened?!”

“I didn’t even know that she had even came here.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

“How do you not notice them? They’re the only Terran besides Quill!”

“Wait, is that why my elbow hurts so much?” asked Ezekiel. My ears twitched and I slowly turned towards him, my tail twitching in anger.

“What. Was that. You said?!” I sneered lowly.

“In our squabble, I—I felt my elbow hit something but I—” I didn’t even let him finish as I launched at him and proceeded to beat the shit out of him. Blinded by pure rage.

How dare this son of a bitch hit (Y/n)! She had to live her entire life abused and tortured just to prove that she could enhance her skin into a hard-carbon shield. Had it not been for Groot and I, she would’ve had to spend the rest of her miserable life with that sick, cowardly bastard.

I was deep in my rage that I hadn’t even felt myself being pulled forced away from Ezekiel and Quill’s voice exclaimed.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa Rocket cool it man! Now I don’t know what the hell brought this on but you need to chill out right now!”

“This spineless rat hurt (Y/n)!” I yelled.

“I didn’t know they were even here! We didn’t know they were there!” Ezekiel tried to reason as Torath helped him up.

“With the way you two were bitching at each other you couldn’t see your own noses at the end of your faces!” I managed to wriggle my way out of Quill’s hold and without another word raced off to find (Y/n).

Being reminded of any form of abuse whether it’s done to themselves or they see if, they get triggered by it and let me tell you it gets bad. So bad that they sometimes forget where they are or whose friend of foe. All they see is that damned doctor.

I was asking around hoping that anyone had seen them but they all proved to be a bunch of negligent losers. That was until Mantis had said that she felt their emotions coming from my ship. I raced back to the Milano and soon enough in the main cockpit I found them huddled up, their chest rising up and down at an erratic pace.

I could also hear just how bad their heart was racing and could smell the panicked sweat from not only their brow but also their clammy hands. I walked towards them but didn’t speak, at this point they wouldn’t be able to hear me. But there was one way to pull them out of this…..and Quill or Drax better not be spying on me otherwise I’ll blast them halfway across the quadrant.

I sat as close as I could beside them and first gave their bicep a gentle and affectionate nuzzle. I then placed my paw onto their forearm and using my claws I very gently stroked down the skin of their forearm. Then going back up to the same place where I started before going back down again.

“C’mon (N/n). Come back to me. You can do this.” I muttered before their breathing slowed and they seemed to be coming back down to reality.

*My POV*

It had been forever since I had a panic attack. If I didn’t know what they were, I swear I thought I was dying. My vision was so blurry, I couldn’t even see my own hand in front of my face. There was this high-pitch ringing that was constantly piercing my ears and my body felt paralyzed after I had collapsed into god knows where.

That’s when I felt something furry against my arm. I also felt sharp nails (or claws) gently stroke down my arm. They didn’t hurt but they did send tingles up from my arm to my spine. Slowly the claws kept stroking down my forearm until I lifted it up and found my hand being placed on something soft.

I opened my eyes and after blinking away some of the tears as well as the haze that my vision was making, it began to focus and there I saw Rocket sitting right beside me. His ears slightly bent backward as his eyes were looking at me assuringly and I also saw that my hand was now resting just on top of his head.

He gave me a soft nod and allowed me to stroke through his fur (knowing that it helped calm me down in the past). After petting his head for a few minutes, I was able to unfold my legs from my chest so that they now were fully extended in front of me and I felt the tingling sensation of them falling asleep.

Rocket then rested his upperbody on top of my right thigh and allowed me to continue stroking his fur until I felt a vibration on my thigh. I looked down and as I stroked down Rocket’s neck, I could feel him purring, like actually purring. I didn’t even know he could purr (kinda made me think back to the cats back on Earth).

“I….didn’t know you could purr like a cat.”

“This is a once in a lifetime thing. You speak of this to anyone, especially that stupid mutt Cosmo, I’ll rip your head off.”

“Thank you Rocket. This……means a lot.”

“Been a long time since you had one, figured you’d need something to help calm you down.” Rocket can be gruff and hard on the outside but when he wants to, if you look deep, deep, deep, deep down inside, you’ll find that he’s just a sweet, caring, intuitive creature who will do anything to help you out.

Even if it’s purring like a cat and having someone pet you constantly until they feel centered again. But I wouldn’t have my best friend any other way.

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imposterogers · 1 year

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I will never stop thinking about this scene bc this is the moment that steve realizes that his sacrifice did nothing to stop hydra. if anything, it made them stronger. howard stark and peggy carter --two of his closest confidants-- named an organization in his honor but they also recruited hydra agents to work for them. they let arnin zola (the man who experimented on bucky, the person the howlies were hunting when bucky fell from the train, and the person steve would later find out created the winter soldier) into their organization. howard stark was assassinated because he was on his way to deliver a formula of the super solider serum to the pentagon to use in war. ‘your death amounts to the same as your life -- a zero sum’ steve died believed hydra was gone, just to find out they not only grew but flourished. and their starting point was shield.

#steve rogers #the winter soldier #catws #this film will always b one of my favorites #ugh #I miss 2014 fandom #we got gotg and the winter soldier and it was before marvel took a nosedive

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ember-owlet · 3 months

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25 days of agere moodboards

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ day 6 : a character you headcanon as a regressor -> rocket raccoon ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#i originally wanted to make another one for mizu but i also wanted to showcase my favorite kit (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)♡#would love to make headcanons for him at some point #regressor! rocket #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon agere #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy agere #gotg #gotg agere #fandom agere #age regression #agere #sfw agere #agere moodboard #sfw agere moodboard #sfw age regression #sfw agere blog #sfw age regression blog #ember creates

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annoyinglysparklygalaxy · 2 years

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#peter quill #star lord #gamora #peter x gamora #guardian of the galaxy #gotg aesthetic #gotg fandom #gotg #marvel fandom #marvel aesthetic #marvel

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wandasprettygirl · 9 days

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peter quill adores your tits.

a small headcanon of mine, i guess, but there's no way in hell he isn't a boob guy. even after all the stressful things he juggles on a daily, such as spending most of his time protecting the literal galaxy, he still comes home to a sleepy you sprawled onto his bed at the end of the day that makes all of it worthwhile.

"look at these fuckin' tits," he mumbles under his breath. "missed these." he cups them gently, pressing a gentle kiss to both of them. "my pretty girl, always there for me, hm? makes my day all better."

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elegant-fleuret · 11 months

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figured it might be nice to post this on here for the peeps who don't use AO3

Title: A Very Basic Instinct Rating: Explicit Pairing: Rocket Raccoon x Reader Summary: Acting out in public leads to punishment in public. Even if Rocket asked you to do it. Them’s the rules. Song referenced: 100 gecs/CMTN ‘NEVER MET!’

Hanging out at the local Knowhere bar on a Saturday night was not exactly your scene.

Much rather be spending that free time at your tiny little home, cold drink in your hand, naked body encased by your soft plush blankets, a certain furry someone laying on top and languidly pumping into you.

Tonight wasn’t about what you wanted.

Few days before Rocket had requested you meet him at the bar that weekend. Not that he didn’t ask you to do things for him very often, but it was more of the ‘hold your ankles’ or ‘sit on my face until I pass out’ variety. Inside activities.

This was the first public request.

So he wanted you to go to the only bar on the floating home you lived on after not seeing him for nearly a full week. Oh, but you couldn’t talk to him or approach him and you had to be wearing that little black dress that drove him fucking crazy.

Them’s the rules.

And you weren’t one to break rules so you did exactly what he asked of you.

You ran your finger over the rim of your drink, trying in vain to not look absolutely bored with whatever the dude next to you was prattling on about. In an effort to impress you and get you back in his bed, no doubt. As if that was ever going to happen.

The relationship you had with Rocket, whatever the hell it was, was not one that had become expressively public. With Rocket being who he was and you being who you were… It just wasn’t anyone else’s business really. Common knowledge was just that you were a effervescent ray of kindness and Rocket wasn’t as much of a condescending asshole to you.

You took a sip of your drink. Cold and sweet with a hidden punch. Just like you. There was a brief message this morning that the guardians had arrived back but it was radio silence since. Momentarily you wondered if Rocket would show up and if he did, if he would even see you. A question that was answered seconds later when the doors to the bar flew open and the returning GotG group sauntered in. Rocket included.

In he sauntered, paws shoved into the pockets of his blue jumpsuit, oozing confidence and general badassery. Fuck he looked good. You bit your lip to suppress a moan, pressing your thighs together to quell your throbbing clit. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as he joined his group at a table, probably saying something sarcastic as his human friend began gesturing wildly.

In one swift move you slammed back the rest of your drink to quell your own nerves at this public-esque rendezvous that was supposed to happen. With a bright charming smile you patted the arm of the guy who was chattering on, thanked him for the drink, then excused yourself.

Rocket was subtle in how he watched your every movement for the rest of the night.

As if he didn’t immediately scan the crowded bar when he walked in, easily finding and locking on the hem of your dress that barely concealed the swell of your perfect ass. He would’ve picked you out in a second even if he didn’t specifically request you showing up exactly here wearing exactly that.

He followed your mildly chaotic path. How you flitted from the bathroom, to the bar to the jukebox, and all the way back to the cushioned booth directly across the room from him. How you subconsciously flattened the back of your dress over the leather material as you slid in and crossed your legs in a sad attempt at modesty.

A familiar midi piano riff opening rose over the crowded bar’s noise. Rocket’s ears twitched in recognition, his lips twitching into a knowing smile before his good mood was ruined by Quill’s complaining.

“Who the hell picked this garbage?” the human complained loudly, lips turned down into an exaggerated frown of disgust, “sounds like a Gameboy going through a paper shredder.”

Rocket rolled his eyes much more dramatically than needed just to make sure Quill knew he thought he was dumb. “Shuddup, Quill. Not every Terran song sounds like Fleetwood Mac.”

Offended on more than one level Quill shot back, “Oh what, like you’re an Earth music expert now?”

“Enough of an expert to know that this garbage,” Rocket twirled a finger above his head, “is 100 gecs and you,” he pointed at Quill, “are an uncultured douchebag.”

Quill sputtered in outrage as his brain tried to come up with a retort while Drax watched on waiting for the fight to get rolling. The incoming yelling match was interrupted by one of the bar’s many wandering waiters, who cleared his throat to get the group’s attention.

“Says from a friend,” the waiter tilted his head in your general direction. The group turned to look at you squirm in embarrassment, bringing your own drink up to shields your face as you twinkled the fingers of your other hand in a shy wave.

Adding insult to injury Quill took note of the singular drink handed to Rocket. “Woah, woah, just him?”

“What can I say, the ladies love me,” Rocket locked eyes with you and made sure you saw as he lifted the shot with a smirk.

The chorus of groans followed his companions heads as they turned back to him as he tipped the shot back. Which was perfect timing for you to slowly uncross your legs, taking a moment to spread your knees wide open, before recrossing. You hid your own satisfied smile as Rocket’s eyes widened and he choked on his drink.

The rest of the night went rather uneventfully. You sat by yourself, chatting with a few other patrons who you knew, had a few more drinks. Like he laid out before Rocket didn’t approach you, keeping himself busy hanging out with his crew. You wondered if he was still watching you.

When you finally decided that you had enough of unwanted drunk people hitting on you you paid your tab and made your way towards the door without so much as a cursory glance back. It was way past your bedtime and you were starting to get tired. Either Rocket was going to fuck you or you were going back home to fuck yourself.

The chilled night air on Knowhere picked the hem of your dress up. You shivered, hands flying down to make sure you didn’t flash your crotch to the entire street. Forgoing a sweater was not a good idea. Without a second thought you turned to walk back towards your apartment.

The quick sounds of ground crunching behind you went unnoticed but the two hands that suddenly grabbed you sure didn’t. Momentarily your heart rate spiked in fear until you felt a familiar brush of fur against your exposed back.

Before you had time to react your body was pushed down the alleyway and slammed into the side of the building. Sandwiched tightly between the cold metal siding and the burning hot body behind you. Internally you congratulated yourself for deciding on flat sandals instead of your heels, letting his foot shorter body slot against yours. Smaller hands gripped hard into your shoulders where the length of their body didn’t reach. A wet snout dug hard into the hair behind your ear with a harsh inhale. Hot puffs of air hit the shell of your ear in time with the heaving of the chest that held you firmly in place.

Rocket’s voice was low and graveled, “You’re a real big fuckin’ cocktease, ya know that, toots?”

“I don’t…” the metal siding stuck to your cheek as you tried to look back so he could see the big innocent puppy dog eyes, “I don’t know what you mean?”

You knew exactly what he meant.

He knew you knew exactly what he meant.

“Y’know what I mean.” Verbal confirmation from him made you giggle despite your position. The following open palmed slap on your exposed ass-cheek cut that short. Your pained whimpers at the sting went ignored as the paw dragged up under the hem of your skirt, the other working its way up to grab the hair at the base of your neck. Rocket nearly snarled as he ghosted his fingers across the bottom of your ass-cheek, “Not wearin’ any panties under a skirt like this. Very bold. Tryin’ ta show your cunt off to everyone in the bar, eh?”

He punctuated the end of his sentence by grinding his clothed pelvis firmly into your bare sex making you gasp and squirm against his strong hold. You knew he wasn’t actually mad, the stiff length of his cock pressing into to you was a dead give away on that. Beside he was the one you told you to ‘wear a lil somethin' skimpy, make me really want you’ tonight. Going commando was just your own creative addition to it.

“Not the whole bar,” you meekly retorted back, feeling the cheeks of your face burn with embarrassment as the cheeks of your ass burn from pain, “just you.”

Rocket chuckled low in his throat as he pressed his snout harder into your hair. Apparently your answer satisfied him very much. He kept his tortuously slow pace as he ground his clothed cock against you

“That’s right baby, all for me.” Without warning he pressed the palm of his hand against your clit, blunt clawed tips of his fingers slipping into your dripping hole. “This pussy is mine.”

You gasped in surprise at his audacity to finger fuck you right out in the god damn open. In the dim light of the alley your eyes scanned, head turning as far as it could, as anxiety started to win over the pleasure.

“Rocket,” you squeaked out, easily ignoring just how good his fingers felt inside you with how apprehensive you were, “I’m nervous.”

In a flash Rocket’s demeanor changed. The fingers in your pussy stopped moving while the paw in your hair loosened its grip. Even his stance deflated, hips canting off of their lewd dry humping against your ass to instead press against you in an attempt to shield you from the outside. Comforting, protective.

The soothing petting of your hair gave you confidence to answer his unspoken question. “What if someone sees?”

“That’s what you’re nervous about?” Rocket snorted out a laugh. “Baby, anyone watchin’ you get fucked should thank their fuckin’ gods. But if you don’t wanna play outdoors we can go back to your place an’ I can rail you there.”

You hemmed and hawed in contemplation. PDA had never been your style and neither had voyeurism. But the mutual trust between you and Rocket had led to a lot of freaky, perverted debauchery that you never would have tried otherwise. With overwhelmingly positive outcomes and cumming so incredibly hard. And you couldn’t deny how fucking hot the thought of him rawdogging you in the public alleyway of Knowhere was.

The soft fur around his lips tickled against the shell of your ear, “Up to you, sweetheart.”

Thoughts mulled around in your head. Anyone else you would have said no, nope, no way, you were not about to pop your pussy in public for them. But Rocket, time and time again, showed you a kindness and trust that you hadn’t seen him show to anyone else. And you wanted to make him feel good.

Your answer came as you arched your back to press your ass against him, hips swaying slow.

“There’s the good little slut I know. Now, where was I?” without waiting Rocket sunk all four of his fingers into your wet cunt much to your delight, “Oh yeah, announcin' to the entire fuckin’ universe that this is my pussy and I’m gonna do whateva I want with it.”

In that moment what Rocket wanted was to move his fingers in and out of you at a painfully slow speed. With great effort you held back your moans at the shallow thrust of his hand inside you, his wrist gliding against your clit with each move. You pressed you ass further onto his clothed cock as he humped you in time with the rhythm he was finger fucking you to.

You had forgotten about the fingers resting at the nape of your head until they fisted your hair at the root and yanked hard. Pain erupted along your scalp, stabbing pinpoints of pulsating agony, and you let out a hiss that quickly turned into a whimper as his fingers receded from your pussy.

Rocket clicked his tongue, chiding you, “Nuh-uh, nope, you keep your fuckin’ hips still.”

The faint sound of metal on metal zipping barely registered. But the swollen head of Rocket’s cock sliding past your soaked hole did. You bit your lip in anticipation, trying with all your might to follow his command and not fuck yourself down on him.

“Think flashin’ me your pussy would make me forget the other rule you broke?” While he mused on what he wanted to do to you next he kept sliding his cock between your dripping folds, not enough to actually give you the pleasure you wanted. Just enough to make sure his cock was coated in your juices.

You pouted your lips, confusion overpowering the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. “Huh? I don’t- I did everything you said?”

“Eeeerg, wrong! You’re wrong. Maybe that jackass you were talkin’ to distracted you too much,” Rocket taunted. He finally decided on giving your clit three quick slaps as punishment, chuckling darkly to himself as you yelped and squirmed in his grasp. “At least ya sent me a drink I liked.”

Indignant at the accusation you pushed back against the wall and put actual effort into trying to struggle out of his hold. “Sent you a drink! Didn’t talk to you, I sent you over a drink. Never said I couldn’t do that!”

He roughly grabbed the soft fat of your hip, digging his claws in until you yelped. “Smartass.”

Rocket twisted the strands of your hair until you followed the path, head tilting to the side to expose the delicate column of your neck. With every beat of your heart your jugular vein jumped under the tautly pulled skin. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into it. From prior biting sessions he knew that your skin was just a little too thin for his sharp teeth and he really didn’t want to get into any bloodplay right now.

Instead he opted to press his tongue into your vein, following the throbbing line up under your chin before falling back down to the dip of your clavicle. The wet pressure nearly made you scream in pleasure as your knees literally shook at the intensity of burning need pooling between your legs. Your cunt clenched around nothing. A movement that did not go by unnoticed by the raccoon currently teasing you.

“Aw, lookit you. Really desperate for my cock, eh? Say it.” Rocket demanded as he ceased all movement. His grip on your hair and hips held you in place as you pathetically tried to stop yourself from thrashing at the loss of contact. “Say you want my cock.”

“I want your cock!” you repeated immediately. Without prompting you clarified, “Rocket Raccoon, I want your cock. I only want your cock.”

He let out a low whistle, “See, this is why I like you. My lil over achiever.”

Striving to be a kissass worked in your favor as Rocket pulled back, canted his hips just so, and impaled you on his cock in one swift thrust. No matter how many times, in how many different ways he put his cock in you he couldn’t help but revel at the feeling. At how wet and warm, enveloping and inviting. Like you were made just for him.

No matter how romantic that thought felt Rocket still gave you no time to adjust and proceeded to fuck into you like the animal he was.

And it was glorious.

It took every ounce of self restraint to keep the obscene moan inside your throat. With your head still snatched back, Rocket switching between sucking little circles of bruises onto your neck and slobbering over the unmarred skin, his other hand locking your hips in place as he rutted into you. Those little blooms of pain mixed so perfectly with the intense pleasure of him fucking into you. God his cock was perfect, he was perfect.

Autopilot kicked on and your hand found itself furiously rubbing your aching clit.

“Stop that.” Rocket let go of your hair to slap your wrist away, ignoring your whimper. “You don’t get to come til I says so.”

The hard baculum bone in his cock hit perfectly against the delicate bundle of nerves inside your pussy. Every hard fuck into the spongy part of your walls had you seeing stars and feeling like you wanted to piss all over yourself. All you could to was try to brace yourself against the wall with your chest, knees locked in their bent position, as you took the brutal fucking Rocket decided you deserved while making sure you didn’t come.

Another thing that didn’t go unnoticed by his keen senses.

“Ya like that, eh? Ya like my cock in you?” he slurred, excessively proud in himself. Rocket’s smirk was self serving as he purposely made sure his cock was hitting you exactly where he knew it would drive you wild. Which was exactly what was happening. He could feel as you contracted and released your inner walls, knowing how close you were to creaming all over him, and yet how obedient you were instead. It made his heart flutter, knowing that you were so willing to deny yourself the pleasure to fulfill his selfish demands. Fuck, he loved it so much it.

“I’m close,” Rocket grit out through clenched teeth.

You gasped, staving off your own orgasm with nothing but pure willpower, as you replied the unspoken question, “In me, Rocket, cum in me!”

Rocket groaned at how fucking hot that was as he picked up his pace, more than happy to oblige. Not that he would let you know that, choosing instead to growl out, “Who’re you to be makin’ demands right now? Dirty fuckin’ girl.”

A high pitched growl puffed out of his open mouth, lips pulled back in a snarl and teeth bared, in time with each frenzied thrust. His hips snapped once, twice into you as the burning coil in the pit of his pelvis snapped. Buried as deep as he could go Rocket howled as emptied himself in your cunt, pulsating as every drop coated your inner walls. Behind him his tail stiffened, hair standing on end, twitching in time with his spasming cock. He thrusts became shallow as he fucked the shock wave of his orgasm out.

All at once his body released the rigid tension held in his muscles. He leaned his chest against your arched back, slotting in perfectly to lay the side of his face between your shoulder blades. Perfect pussy, perfect body, perfect height. That’s what you were, perfect for him. Between him trying to get his breathing back to normal he pressed small kisses against your clothed back, catching himself before he started to nuzzle into you.

Rocket jolted slightly when you clenched your walls around his spent cock making sure you had milked him for every last drop. He could feel like vibration of your taunt muscles in your back against his chest as you kept your own climax at bay. Still clinging to being as obedient as possible.

“Bein’ such a good girl for me,” Rocket praised. His claws receded out from the sore flesh of your hips, moving to gently sooth the abused skin with a soft pet. “I think you deserve a reward, hmm? Tell me, how do you wanna come?”

His voice was so soft that it made your head spin. Feeling his hot cum settling in your pussy impaired your brain functions. All you could string together was an incoherent, “Wannseeyaa…”

“Use ya words, princess.”

You took a deep breath, hoping the extra oxygen would help the cortex of your brain make your mouth for the correct sounds. “See you- wanna see you when I come. Please, Rocket? Please?”

It took all the strength in his body to not melt at how saccharine sweet it sounded when you pleaded with him. He grunted as he dismounted you, relishing in the keening wail you couldn’t control at the loss of fullness and then the squeal of surprise as he lifted your entire body to spin you around.

He straddled your thighs around his hips, settling your ass-cheeks on his hipbones, your feet planted firmly on the ground and back pressed against the wall. Delicately you grasped his shoulders to steady yourself. Rocket reveled as you easily sunk back onto his spent but still hard cock, the blissful sigh you let out mirroring the relaxed expression on your beautiful face. While Rocket wanted more than anything to watch as your pussy sucked his cock in over and over as you rode him, he let the hem of your dress fall over your thighs.

Instead he watched your face. Your brows furrowed, edges of your blunt teeth deeply biting into your bottom lip in concentration. Lines from where your face had been pressed against the wall indented the soft apples of your cheeks. And your eyes, those big beautiful eyes of yours, with pupils blown so wide he couldn’t even see the color of your iris, staring directly into his.

Rocket gulped nervously.

Funny how he could handle blowing his load in you but looking you in the eye was uncomfortable. The intimacy of it was very unsettling but it was something that he was slowly getting used to. In this relationship you had formed he might have been the one aggressively taking the lead but you? You were the one really in control, your every emotions laid bare before him, the pure trust and compassion you felt for him, including the look you gave him right now. Like he was everything to you, that you could force all the adoration you felt for him right into his soul if you stared hard enough.

In a brief show of weakness he was the one to look away first, eyes darting down to watch your bobbing cleavage. But you didn’t let him ogle you for long.

“Rocket,” the way you said his name should be a crime, so sweet and full of love. He bristled for a moment as your hands threaded delicately through the fur on his neck, up his face, until you cupped his cheeks in both hands forcing him to look back up at you. He noticed you took extra care to avoid the metal buttons drilled into his flesh. “I’m gonna cum.”

Rocket forced himself to relax in your grip as he stared you down, feeling the pressure of your weight as you impaled yourself as far as you could down on his cock. He met the force with his own, paws anchored around your waist to help keep you locked in as you ground yourself against him. The wet fur of his pelvis gave a much difference sensation than that of a humans, you had freely offered that information up before, and he watched in abject fascination as the crescendo of your orgasm rose.

“C’mon, princess, make that pussy gush for me,” Rocket affirmed before pressing a soft lick against your parted lips. It made you squeak, fingers digging into the fur on his cheeks making sure he wouldn’t look away.

“Oh, Rocket, you’re so good to me,” Adoring babble spilled from your mouth in a way that made Rocket almost bashful. It took great effort to keep your eyes from rolling back but you stared at him as your orgasm finally made it’s appearance. “Thank you for letting me come, Rocket. Thank you, thank you, thank you-aaaah!”

Your hips bucked shallow, clit rubbing at every movement against his pelvis, the hard bone in his cock nestled perfectly against your g-spot. He could feel it as your walls flexed, the muscles of your stomach contracting, seconds before you spasmed. The involuntary fluttering inside your cunt as you came was a decidedly human thing and Rocket thought it was the coolest thing ever each time.

With very little effort Rocket held your body up as you went slack against him. He could do nothing but marvel at your visage. The yellow lighting in the alleyway created a soft halo around your head, a sheen of sweat glistened your exposed skin, as you let out a blissful sigh. You looked down at him through heavy lashes as you simpered, fingers smoothing over the fur you had been gripping.

“Holy shit, Rocket, that was,” you took a second to roll your hips against him then snorted out another giggle, “I just came so fucking hard.”

Your constant praise was making his ego swell up even larger than normal. Rocket snickered, adjusting his hips so you sat on his softening cock a bit more comfortably, hands languidly running over your hips. “Duh, that was the plan all alongs.”

You dismounted him with an obscene squelch then paused. In your still bent position you lifted up the front of your dress and flexed just in time to watch a thick, creamy line of mingled cum drip out of you. Before it had a chance to hit the ground you caught it with your fingers, locked eyes with Rocket, then popped your fingers in your mouth with a soft hum of satisfaction.

“Staaaahp it.” Rocket pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes and threw his head back with a low moan at the sight, cock already twitching back to life for round two. “You’re so fuckin’ hot it hurts my feelings.”

If you didn’t cut that sexy shit off Rocket was going to fuck you again, a fact that you knew very well having had it happen time and time again. Yet you played dumb, carefully standing straight up and stepping back to give Rocket room to fix himself up. Which entailed him tucking his flaccid cock back into his jumpsuit not bothering to wipe off your juices that coated his pelvic fur.

“D’want me to walk ya home?” Trying to sound nonchalant Rocket focused on the mussed up fur on his arm, grooming himself with a few licks.

Post coitus, no matter how many times it happened, was still an awkward situation for him. It lead to post-nut clarity which lead to him feeling things for you that he still found hard to articulate.

“No, it’s ok, I have things to do in the morning.” You smiled and, before you could stop yourself, licked your thumb to smooth down an errant tuft of fur of Rocket’s head. “And we both know that if you stay the night I won’t get any sleep.”

Caught off guard by the tender gesture he let out a small yelp, nearly gagging on the fur on his arm he was licking. Rocket looked up at you with wide eyes, tongue poking out of his mouth, ears perked up to attention. If you could see his skin you bet it would have been tinged red with a blush. A very unusual response to someone catching him off guard and touching him so intimately. But it was a reaction that was happening around you more and more.

The sound of your soft giggle brought him out of his stupor.

“I can not handle how fucking cute you are, ugh, okay okay,” you took a deep breath and shook off the intruding thoughts to rub Rocket’s ears. Instead you leaned down to press a kiss against his forehead, another on his cheek, the last one pressed against his more than willing lips. You felt him take a deep breath through his nose and relax against you.

Using the last of your willpower you broke the kiss, straightened up, and pressed past him before he tricked you into changing your mind with his charm. “Night, Rocket. I’ll message you when I get home. Maybe we can do something tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, yeah, sure,” he mumbled still a little awestruck. The adoration he felt from you with just a kiss was palpable and it made his head spin. Rocket stood still in the alley, watching you walk away until you turned the corner out off sight. God he was so fucked.

“Impressive.”

“GAH,” Rocket spun, blaster holstered on his hip drawn and ready to shoot Drax in his stupid fucking complimentary bar nut eating face. “The fuck, man? How long have you been there?”

“From the beginning of your copulation.” Drax’s eyes freakishly glowed in the dark. He slowly raised his hand out of the complimentary bar nut bowl with a little complimentary bar nut held between his thumb and forefinger. “Why haven’t you declared your mate so that no one else attempts to claim her?”

“It’s complicated,” Rocket groaned, raking his paws down the fur on his face, ears flattening against his head. Of course it would be Drax, one part of the four-way tie between who the absolute worst person it would to be to find this out. “Do me a favor, eh, and don’t… don’t mention this to anyone. Ok?”

Drax shrugged, slowly crunching the bar nut in his mouth. “I do not see the repercussions of such an announcement. It is very obvious she finds your mating skills favorable. No matter how freaky it is to watch.”

Rocket narrowed his eyes, lips starting to curl back in a snarl, fur on his tail puffing out as it twitched in anger back and forth.

“But I will not tell the others,” Drax added on after a moments thought.

Rocket watched his friend turn, heading back into the bar with far less adoration than he did watching you walk away. Now that someone knew about it Rocket would have to talk about specifics with you, sooner rather than later, just to get the story straight. Leaving out the part where that someone who you knew had watched Rocket bang the absolute shit out of you. He groaned in annoyance and ran his paws down his face again, mood effectively killed for the night.

It quickly soured even more when he heard the distinct slurred voice of Quill asking, “Where’ve you been?”

Followed by Drax billowing out, “In the alleyway watching Rocket make love to his lady friend. But don’t let him know I told you.”

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