#Gotg oc

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AAAAAAAAAA ✨️😭✨️😭✨️😭✨️😭 A LOVELY COMMISSION FROM @maxyartwork 🫶💖🫶💖🫶 MY BELOVED EMBER

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whoa its violet!! with an updated lineup of outfits!!

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NSFW Alphabet with Rocket Raccoon

Warning: Sexual Alphabet, Explicit, Kinks & More.

Asks are Open! (Please I need Inspo / knowing people want to see my writing)

(tagged a few Rocket writers who I thought may enjoy at the bottom can be removed if asked + can add people to a taglist if requested)

A = After Care: Will do anything and everything you need to make you feel cared for. Maybe even bandage you up if he dug his claws into your skin too hard. Would love to just lay on your chest after.

B = Body Part: Rocket's favorite body part is your hands, just adores them, his little paws in your hands? Or seeing you use your hands while giving him a blow/hand job? Perfect, bonus points if you keep them manicured or painted a color reminding you of him.

C = Cum: Breeding Kink, boy loves to cum inside you, but always asks where you want it before he cums. You must wait for permission to cum, but he won't make you wait too long.

D = Dirty Secret: When tinkering with his machines, sometimes he imagines making machines he can use on you. Would definitely get a certain idea and note it down for later, hell, even stop what hes doing and start creating a machine for your pleasure as he's rock hard.

E = Experience: Rocket's had some lovers but it was never personal, with you it's different, he wants you to feel how much he loves you, he wants to degrade then praise you over and over so you know how amazing you are but also know you're his.

F = Favorite Position: Pretzel Dip, hear me out, he gets to see your breasts bounce up and down, your face, and dig his claws into your thigh & ass as he slams into you? The man already jerked off just to the idea of it.

G = Goofy: Rocket just has some moments in between degrading and praising you, "Fuck... you really are so fucking hot princess" and he just has a smile to himself at how lucky he is. Maybe even laugh thinking about people before who have hit on you, imagine them seeing you now a sloppy mess beneath him.

H = Hair: Rocket knows he has that 'rugged' look, but if he knows he's definitely getting it from you tonight? Dude is taking the cleanest shower of his life, brushing out that tail if you've made a comment about it before, would take hella pride in his appearance. Or if you like him 'dirtier' he'd wear his signature blue cut-off and fuck you until you can't stand.

I = Intimacy: You have this raccoon's full attention, boy will hold back his orgasms to ensure you ride out yours first. He will study your body, the way you react even with the smallest reactions, the way your lips twitch when he flips your clit, he will know what makes you go crazy in no time.

J = Jack Off: Anything reminds you of him, a smell similar to your perfume, if he ever had a voice recording of yours even if you aren't saying anything sexual he'll use it to pleasure himself. The longer in between seeing you, the more he jerks off missing you, and the rougher you'll be handled next time.

K = Kink: Pain Kink, graphic to an extent, will stop if you truly don't want it but wants to tie you up, slap your ass, nip at your collarbone, claw at your ass. Your sounds of pain mixed with pleasure drive him crazy. Always loves to overstimulate you, where you can barely breathe because your body is trembling from the pleasure.

L = Location: Anywhere, in an alleyway, in the captain's seat, on the kitchen table when the other guardians are gone. Love's to know later on when he walks by and looks at a piece of furniture and can pinpoint how he made you cum there.

M =Motivation: If you're shy or bold about it, either response will rile him up. Shy about it? Man will have you moaning so loud the neighborhood knows you. Bold about it? You'll be put in your place and begging to be able to cum.

N = No: You cannot be in power and tie him up, brings back memories of feeling powerless.

O = Oral: Cunnilingus, Anilingus, Rocket is a pro at all of them the combo of his quick fingers with his rather long and agile tongue is a recipe for constant orgasms. Prefer's to give because of how you squirm but adores if you give because sometimes bro just needs to be reminded he can be cared for too.

P = Pace: Fast, always trying to give you that high, but loves to go agonizingly slow whenever you are close, must remind you that he can give you the high only if you deserve it.

Q = Quickie: Definitely down for it, especially if you are the one who initiates it. "You're my whore" he whispers in your ear as he fucks you in the shared shower. Hearing Drax bang at the door asking whos in there, he gets an "I'll be done in a minute" response as Rocket repositions you and shoves his cock down your throat to fuck face you.

R = Risk: Rocket is willing to try almost anything you want, where you want it, as long as he always has some sort of power in the situation.

S = Stamina: You always finish first, on the rare occasion you don't you won't even know, Rocket will just grin and fuck you harder, refusing to give you the satisfaction of knowing you made him cum first. If you call him out on it you get a simple "You're dreamin princess..." as he shoves your face into the bed and makes you squirm.

T = Toys: Will use anything and everything you want, but if his dick feels ignored he will take that vibrator out of you so fast and slam himself inside of you so you do not forget who truly owns you. Use's toys to his advantage but can be cocky and want to pleasure you more than they do.

U = Unfair: Rocket will bring you to the absolute edge of an orgasm and watch the stars leave your eyes as he pulls out, once he gets a good enough protest and you beg good enough, “Please Rocket…please fuck me, I need it, I need you!” he'll slam right back into you, and make your whole body quiver as you have the Galaxy in your eyes.

V = Volume: Verbal to a degree, gives small whispers of praise or degradants when needed, but mostly just wants to hear you moan for him. Whisper in his ear how bad you want it and he might just let you cum without protest.

W = Wild Card: Jack offs to the idea of you sucking him off in his pilot seat at night when everyone is asleep. Looking at your beautiful eyes as you move up and down his cock, if you actually fulfilled this fantasy he would basically pull out a wedding ring.

Bonus: if you're a top he'd adore you trying to gain power over him, to him it's cute to see you try so hard to be the sole pleasure giver.

X = X-Ray: A good 5-6 inches, the average human size, but for someone like him? That means he's packing big, he also knows how to use it. (I know y’all saw it in that jumpsuit in GOTG 1, if that’s him on soft? Bro’s definitely packing)

Y = Yearning: Every time you have sex he thinks of how next time he will do it better, how he will make you beg or squirm for it more. As I said, will be randomly fixing machines and getting new toy ideas on how to pleasure you and have his name rolling off your tongue.

Z = zzz: A definite cuddler, needs to be a little spoon after (can try being bigger but with the size difference, it's easier if you big spoon) and won't fall asleep until you do.

Bonus points if after you let him just lay on your naked body, flicking your nipples gently as he admits you did a good job taking him.

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[raccoonfallsharder]

boring meeting scribble time

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

snuggletime

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[juliaswickcrs]

ELEKTRA & AJAK ↪ (oc halloween challenge, day one)

"I was created out of necessity, to forever remain artificial and unfeeling. But you, my little spark, were formed out of pure love. You were never meant to remain as you are."

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[retrobr]

yayyyy my gotg oc yayyyy

it's not the best thing i've drawn but im tireed so whatever

[glow-autumz]

Moon and Rocket Doodles(hello, it's been awhile👋🏻)

[gummygoatgalaxy]

Pearl the Possum

Gotg oc i made that i ship with Rocket

[uglly-rodent]

sneaking him out of daycare for ice cream

[riddlemewisp]

merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!! i did a fun little drawing of amelia and peter this year :)

here's to 2025!! (and hopefully some new guardians content)

[lazarel-3000]

Somebody at the club said something mean about Rocket

[pretty-chips]

I had a spurt of motivation and the only thing that happened was A Meme was drawn. Who knows if I’ll ever get around to coloring it lol.

I was gonna change Brita’s outfit but she’d totally wear the referenced outfit, so whatever. Idk what Rocket’s wearing it’s fine

the og meme featured below

[thirteens-lucky-tardis]

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 - 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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As was tradition on Savath, there was a fantastic celebration after The Selection. The whole town was decorated in strings of leaves, lights, and little accents from each dragon talent. Around the lampposts were pieced of colored glass, casting a rainbow of color over the streets. Near the edge of the forest just outside of Tregore was a large pavilion, decorated with a stained glass canopy glittering with firelight. Tables with ceremonial food and drinks were near the edge of the forest. People were already starting to gather for the festivities and to congratulate the new glass dragon.

Chatter filled the air, along with the soft sound of instruments being tuned. Everyone was buzzing with excitement and elation, especially the glass dragons. Glass dragons were a rarity on Savath, so this made Ember both special and desired. Not desired in the way you'd expect, but for the aspect of her powers and potential. The last glass dragon had been selected five years ago, and just as quickly as this dragon had been selected, they left Savath just as fast.

But this negative tone was not what was on the minds of the party goers, for Ember had arrived, now adorned in a floor-length white dress that had a transparent illusion near the bottom to represent the glass she had become a part of. Sparkles were dusted in her hair, causing her to shine, both physically and metaphorically. The gathered crowd cheered for her arrival and congratulated her on her placement within society. For once, Ember felt like she belonged somewhere.

"Thank you, everyone!" smiled the young dragon as she looked around at all of her family and friends. The soft dimples on her cheeks made her appear more youthful and cheery in a universe where there was so much hate and darkness.

"Congratulations, Em!" Rhaelrivera exclaimed, hugging her friend tight enough that Ember knew she cared. Ember eagerly accepted the embrace, glad her friend was here to celebrate with her.

"You look so pretty! I love this shade of blue!" Rhaelrivera pointed out, gently caressing Ember's pale blue hair.

Ember grinned once again. "Thank you! I've always loved this color of blue."

Much to Ember's dismay, Rhaelrivera was pulled aside so more people could congratulate her on her Selection. Even though she felt disappointed her friend had been pulled away, Ember accepted the good wishes with grace and dignity.

As Ember spoke with guests, a band had appeared to play music for the festivities. One thing about music dragons - which these were - is that they knew how to energize a party. Granted, this particular band played the traditional songs of Savath, full of folksy design and whimsical promise. The more engaging songs would be introduced later. The sound of tuning instruments filled the air as the musicians began to prepare their music for the guests to enjoy.

With this festival, there was another tradition that went along with the musical aspect, and this tradition came with prophecy. A dragon seer - which could be a dragon of any talent - would sing a prophecy for Ember to give her guidance for her future. This was a rather interesting moment for her because it would help the young dragon piece together her path in the great expance of the universe.

By the time the band was prepared, everyone was eager to see what her future had to offer. Ember was placed in the center of the pavilion as the seer stood in front of her, stoic yet kind. This particular dragon was one of ice, her hair a shade of silver and eyes a faint blue, lighter than Ember's hair. This seer, properly named Icely, held out her hands and went into a trance like state. Her eyes glowed faintly as she began to sing her tale and predict Ember's future.

Around the edge of the gazebo, pillars of ice grew towards the sky as the music started to play. Ember felt a shiver run up her spine as small flakes of snow fell around her. Icely began to sing softly, a perfect harmony with the instruments that accompanied her. Within the ice around them, faint images flickered through. The first image was of what appeared to be a Terran creature that Ember didn't quite know the name of. Whatever creature this was had an almost human like appearance as it stood on its back legs and seemed to talk like anyone else could. Were all animals on Terra able to talk like Terrans could?

Following the images of this creature came that of a girl with a shy demeanor and what looked like antenna on her head. Her eyes were dark yet full of life and light. She looked to be a generally happy individual with a bright personality. What significance did she have to Ember's future?

And the last figure to appear was Ember herself, only older. Within this image, Ember's hair was such a light blue that it almost appeared white. Raging flames seemed to cause a wind to blow her hair around. There was a fierceness in her eyes that made her appear dangerous in a way that could make any sane person afraid. There was a protective look in her gaze that rivaled the fierceness. What had caused this protective look in her eyes?

Just as quickly as these figures had appeared in the ice pillars, they were gone, leaving nothing but the echo of Icely's voice and the promise of what was to come. Ember looked back to Icely as the seer finished her song, filled with confusion and excitement.

"What did all that mean?" asked Ember in such a curious tone of voice.

Icely merely smiled at the young dragon and spoke in a voice soft and mysterious. "That is for you to figure out. I can not tell you what those images mean, for you must make that discovery on your own. You are on the path of a great adventure, my dear, and you are going to be extraordinary."

Ember smiled back, happy that she was going to be remarkable. She was eager to do everything she could to achieve her greatness. As the ice pillars melted, her friends and family cheered over the new revelation she had been given regarding her fate in this crazy thing we call life. As the seer was replaced with a music dragon to sing for the remainder of the event, Ember found there to be a pull deep in her soul, calling her to who she was, partnered with a sort of drag to who she can be. Her fears fluttered away like leaves in the autumn, and she felt relaxed.

But when do things ever stay relaxed?

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Also posted on Wattpad: To Be Free by embers_dragon_

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[love-for-faeries-go-burrrr]

OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LOOK AT THIS I AM DYING ITS SO FREAKING CUTEEEEEE

A commission I got done of my girl, Rose and Mantis fangirling over antennas!

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Art creds to: Yunokiru-Str on DeviantArt.

[raccoonfallsharder]

heartspur.⋆☁︎ :･꧂

a scene from cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl portrait | the runabout | rocket fanart masterlist let me love your OCs masterlist | main masterlist

only a couple chapters until rocket gets a whole new ship and i finally have this scene from chapter thirteen done. let it be known i have almost every gun in mcu-rocket's arsenal in here except like, katie and vicki. (excerpt + feather-free version below too!). now time to get back to the OC doodle queue!

He wakes up with claws already hooked, ready to rend — ribs tight, lungs heaving — teeth bared and eyes wide, darting, scraping over every shadow and bright hot light — he looks for cinders, for sparks, nostrils flared and searching for any shred of smoke — for fur, for blood, for the burnt smell of the laser pistol— “—only you and me. I’m here — it’s just me.” The voice is a caress. “Herb— Sire is far away, and so are the Recorders. It’s only you and me.” He rakes in another scorched lungful of air, and the burnt scent in his nose suddenly seems dampened, softened by clear water and dewdrops and lilies. Pearl. “Did I scratch you?” he pants. “Did I hurt you?” Her eyes are big and careful on him, shifting from his own stare toward something just a little below his left ear. Unassuming, nonthreatening. “Not at all,” she soothes, and her voice is the softest little brush along his senses. “I’m fine.” “I can’t—” he seethes, peering around the bunk. It’s still swaying recklessly on the straps that suspend it from the ceiling, and the pillow is hemorrhaging feathers: a soft spill of downy guts, scattered across the mattress between them like a silk sacrifice. He reaches out — the fabric that had been underneath her head is in slivers. “I shouldn’t frickin’—“ —be here.

Her thumbs dip below his collar and he freezes — suddenly terrified of her feeling his scars and metal bits, even though he knows she’d caught glances of them on the Arete; suddenly terrified she’ll dig her digits into his swollen, sore tissue and hurt him. But she pauses when she feels him stiffen — so quickly that it almost feels like she noticed his fear before it even rose to the surface. Then the delicate touch shifts safely back outside his shirt, coasting tenderly over his clothed shoulders and then back to his neck. His muscles stay strung-tight — cinched up under the memory of what he’d done the last time he’d had his hands on her throat — but her thumbs just stroke lingeringly along either side of his spine, then up to the base of his skull. She dips them into the fur there, below the surface layers and into his plush undercoat, rolling the pads of her thumbs carefully over the bone. It’s like she’s found a dial he hadn’t known was there. His heart and lungs are still pummeling his bones, too much momentum to slow them down — but his shoulders go molten, becoming flux under her ministrations, and his head tilts forward, suddenly too heavy to hold up. Her fingertips float to the sides of his face — light as Foresterian moonmoths brushing against his whiskers and fur — while her thumbs continue to stroke up from the nape of his neck to the crown of his skull. They rove against his head in petal-like ovals, and then slide back down again. Circs and circs before, trapped on HalfWorld, the muscles in Rocket’s neck and shoulders had been manipulated into new shapes: shortened, lengthened, split; twisted into tendons. They force himself to hold his shoulders broad and his head upright. He’s pretty sure there’s no name for any of the stuff he’s got going on in his body. But it’s here — in these strange manmade muscles between his neck and his shoulders — that pearl carefully kneads her thumbs. Her fingertips are still stretched upward, cradling his jaw like he’s— Like he’s something precious. Fragile. His breath hitches on a strangled sound. His ribs spasm upward, eyes suddenly wet and burning. “Drink,” she murmurs, gliding her thumbs deep into whatever agonized mess has been made of his trapezii. He grips the straw with his teeth, and takes a long pull of the water. It floods his mouth, cool and sweet and clear, and his eyes flicker closed — just for a second. The tears on his lower lids spill over and river into his fur. (from cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ chapter thirteen. heartspur.)

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Elektra slammed into Quill’s shoulder as the man came to an abrupt stop. “Jesus, dude, warn a girl next time.” “Sorry didn’t exactly have time with this big blue asshole in front of me,” Quill whispered sharply, never taking his eyes off the giant of an inmate before him.  The alien eyed the Terrans with a hunger in his gaze. He kept looking more at Quill than Elektra, however. She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or not.  “Next time, we come across another blue alien who wants to eat me, you’ll be the first person I tell.” His sarcasm sunk into her skin and Elektra sighed. 

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