#Rocketober 2023

[caesarhamato22]

Friends

Rocketober: Day 1

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Suggestive themes implied.

Summary: When Kraglin finds you in Rocket's quarters, he questions his captain on who you were. However, Rocket isn't ready to answer that just yet.

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It wasn't often that you found yourself anywhere near, let alone on the Bowie. It was too dangerous, even in stationary. You could stumble over stray wires or exposed pipes, you could hit a bunch of buttons and cause the ship to explode, or you could take ship for yourself and never return to Knowhere ever again.

Of course, those were Rocket's over exaggerations. He really just didn't want to see you get hurt on his ship, meaning it would be his fault.

In his eyes, at least.

The only times you were on the Bowie was when he was there. Only him. The rest of the ship would remain empty and silent, the only thing heard being the distant echoing of moaning, partnered with the wet sounds of pleasure.

Good thing the ship was soundproof when it needed to be.

After however long you were there for, Rocket always, always walked you home.

"For two reasons," he'd say. "One, gotta make sure my girl gets home safe, 'cause what kinda partner would I be if I didn't?" And, "two," he had hesitated before mentioning this to you, "I can't have the crew knowin' about you just yet."

Many thoughts had run through your head that day. Questions and doubts, was he embarrassed of you? Ashamed? Rocket wouldn't even associate himself with you if that was the case, he made sure you knew that.

You pondered on his reasoning, wanting to know why you had to be kept a secret from his family.

You were only left worrying for a few seconds before he added to his cliffhanger of a sentence.

"I'm not ready, princess. Not yet."

You understood his side. And with a nod, you respected it. And it hadn't been brought up since.

Spending time with Rocket on the Bowie wasn't rare, but it certainly wasn't common. The rare thing was being left alone on the ship.

It was the next morning when you realised where you had spent the night. His bunk had never been the most comfortable bed to have sex in. That just added to the many reasons why you'd go to your place, usually per his request.

You had more pillows, your blankets were softer, your bed was bigger. Rocket occasionally got genuinely worried that if he didn't set his alarm, he'd never wake up. Being surrounded by your warmth and scent was a trap, and you used it often when you didn't want him to leave. And why would he want to?

So it wasn't a surprise when you woke up with a leg and an arm hanging over the side of his single mattress, with a slight cramp in your neck, and the sheets half way up your bare back.

The bed was barely able to fit you comfortably, let alone both of you. Yet another reason as to why Rocket adored your living space. It was made to have him in it.

One of your eyes peeled open, glancing around the room and taking in every piece of his quarters.

His projects were scattered in every corner, on every spot of the floor and covering his desk. Pieces of metal littered, lost, and forgotten, or perhaps left there for when he returned to fiddle with them however he pleased.

Wearing nothing but the sheets of his bed, you sat up with a groan and ran your fingers through your hair. Visualising how messy it must look, you reached for your brush, only to be reminded that this wasn't your room. Meaning your clothes were elsewhere.

Your eyes scanned the floor, searching through every piece of tech, metal, trash, and clothing that belonged to your dearest Rocket, who constantly told you to “watch out” and “don’t touch that”. Your gaze settled on the outfit you had worn the previous night, bundled up nice and neat beside the bed.

He had a tendency to fold your clothes the morning after an eventful night. You'd never catch him doing it. But you always knew it was him.

And he, being Rocket, was currently nowhere to be seen among everything that littered his living space.

You stood and stretched before picking up and examining your clothes.

No stains. Better than last time.

You two had gone out for a dinner, a rare occasion that Rocket wasn't particularly fond of, but he sucked it up for you. Begrudgingly, but he did.

The outfit you had chosen was much too fancy for the state you were currently in. But it's all you had, so it had to do. It revealed as much as you wanted and covered what you wished.

Rocket had yet to return to his quarters, and you remembered how clear he was about you roaming the ship without him.

So, you waited, respecting his wishes and staying in his room, on his bed, prolonging your morning routine as best you could with what you had.

You weren’t sure when he’d be back, and you weren’t even sure when he left, but you assumed if he had left you here alone, it wouldn’t be long.

The smooth sliding of Rocket’s bedroom door opening made your head snap up.

“Rocket, you—“

Your eyes locked on a man’s stomach for a single second when you realised that was not the face of the raccoon you had spent countless nights with.

Letting your eyes quickly flick up to his face, seeing a short brown and grey stumble along his jaw and a tall red fin wired into his head like a mohawk. His light brown long sleeved shirt came in contrast to Rocket’s short sleeved blue one.

His focus went from the device in his hand to your face, taking note of the smudged make up and your slightly disheveled hair.

“Who are you?” He had asked after pausing. Startled but not scared. Definitely confused.

“I’m…”

You couldn’t tell him how you were connected to Rocket, that was the one and only thing on your mind. Didn’t matter who this guy was, you had made a promise to your partner.

“Why are you in here?”

“I’m a friend of Rocket’s.” Your words were quick. You thought it was the best, and most harmless thing you could say to this stranger.

It was obvious he knew Rocket. That fact was made clear by him simply being on the ship is such a relaxed manner, without others to guide him around.

“Oh,” his voice was quiet, almost unsure. “A friend?”

You nodded and blinked once when your eyes had started to sting from keeping them so wide for so long.

“And why isn’t he in here with you?”

The amount of questions he was asking made you nervous. You almost thought he knew the answer to all of them, but the confusion on his face told you he was genuinely baffled that a stranger was in Rocket's quarters. On Rocket's bed.

You would be shocked too, if you weren't the one being talked about.

“He left.”

“Left?”

“Not sure where. Or when.”

You weren’t entirely helping your case here, but it was the best you could do to avoid telling this man who you were really were to Rocket.

At times, you weren’t even sure who you really were to Rocket.

The man’s eyes glazed over you, every part of you, taking in every detail almost is if he was making a judgement on what to do you with you.

It wasn’t the most comfortable stare, but his eyes didn’t seem to carry any malicious intent.

“Might be best for you to wait outside for the Cap'n to come back."

He spoke politely but his face was stern. And rightfully so too, you couldn't blame him. Based on his knowledge, you could have snuck onto the ship and taken anything you damn well pleased.

Of course, that wasn't was what happening at all.

But you couldn't tell him that. 'Not yet', per Rocket's pleading request.

With a nod, “sure, of course,” you left the room.

The man followed behind you by just a few feet. A reasonable distant to be not too close, but able to be certain you were heading towards the exit.

Making it to the open doors of the ship was an awkward journey. The sounds of your footsteps clanked off the walls no matter how soft you attempted to walk. Your posture was straight and your head was up, yet it was clear you were embarrassed by the red tint on your cheeks.

You took in each detail of the ship that you seemed to have missed all the three or four times you had visited the inside of the Bowie. Wires, bags, the occasional chewed up toy, it wasn’t just a ship the Guardians eused for missions, it was a home.

It made you want Rocket to bring you here more often.

But that was something for you ask when you weren’t being escorted out of the ship by one of his crew members.

You reached the large open door of the Bowie, the same Guardian still guiding you further out of the ship.

"What are you doing?"

Your eyes had landed on Rocket before he managed to ask that question. He took his last couple steps towards you, but his eyes were locked on the person who had confronted you back in Rocket's room, the man who was still standing behind you with his hand on your back, a subtle motion to forbid you from trying anything.

You felt like you were being arrested, which you technically could have been, if any of the Guardians chose to do so.

"She was in your quarters, Cap'n." He explained, almost with a stammer.

"I know." Rocket's gaze flickered over you, showcasing a twinge of softness before locking back on his fellow Guardian. "I left her there."

"You ... Respectfully, Rocket, I think leaving your … hook ups alone on the ship," he spoke carefully, "ain't the best idea."

"Hook up-?" Rocket took another step closer. "She's not a fuckin' 'hook up', Kraglin."

Finally knowing the man's name brought some ease to your soul, letting you exhale through your nose, quiet and soft. It was comforting, in a way, to know the name of at least one of the people Rocket spends each of his days with.

"i just ..." Kraglin glanced at you. "I just assumed-"

"Can you get your hands off her?"

Kraglin's hand dropped from your back as he took two cautionary steps to the side. "Uh, yeah, yeah, sorry ... ma'am-"

"Don't call her 'ma'am'."

Kraglin took one extra step back. "Right." He was surprised by Rocket's hard glare. It wasn't angry, but somehow eerie. His stance was relaxed while his eyes were unblinking. "Who is she?" Kraglin built the courage to ask.

"My ..." Rocket now froze. His glare transferred to you, his eyes softening once more as his mind searched for the best answer to give his co-pilot. His brain rattled for an explanation as to why this strange woman was in his room. And in that outfit.

The moment he had taken it off you last night was still fresh and replaying in his mind.

So was the moment he folded them the morning after.

"She's a friend."

Kraglin looked at you but your eyes were on your friend. Taking in every piece of his expression and body language just to know if he believed his own words.

"Alright." Kraglin hesitated while his hands brushed against his pants twice before extending one to shake yours. "It’s nice to meet you."

Slight confusion made your brows furrow. The tension in your face quickly melted when you looked at his hand then into his eyes. You return the gesture, shaking his hand with a gentle smile.

"You too, Kraglin."

He offered a nod to you and a quick side glance to Rocket. From what you could see, he presenting a sly smile to his captain. A knowing smile.

Rocket only replied by nodding his head and avoiding his eyes, keeping his line of sight to the ground while Kraglin walked off, leaving the two of you in a moment of silence.

It broke when Rocket spoke up while keeping his eyes on the ground, searching the dirt surrounding his feet for something interesting to distract himself with.

"What did you tell him?"

You looked at him, hoping he'd look at you, but the gravel seemed to be holding his attention with an unyielding grasp.

"That we were friends."

His ear twitched, "nothing else?"

You shook your head, "nope. Not even my name."

He sighed, and his eyes gradually made their way up to yours, who had been waiting patiently. His right hand gestured forward, in a way of offering his gratitude, before being placed back on his hip.

"Thank you."

You shared a small smile, understanding his worry. The worry he had mentioned to you before in that trembling voice you had only ever heard from him once.

"You're welcome, Rocket."

~

DAYUM THAT TOOK FOREVER

Anywhozzle, hope you enjoyed Day 1! And I apologise for the future days delay, but they will be posted!

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[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 5 Meeting

Rocket didn’t seek out for his first pet a few months ago but he had one now, he had gotten it from Spiderman impulsively agreeing to take in the young creature after listening to the kid worry about what to do with the little fluff ball. Spidey had explained that black cats had a superstition associated with them that often led to them not being adopted. Rocket thought humies were pretty stupid but this took the cake. How could anyone hate the tiny ball of the darkness, with a star shaped burst of white fur underneath her neck, and looking into the bright yellow eyes well he’d never tell anyone that he fell in love with the kitten in that moment.

He called her Mira.

No one dared make fun of how much the kitten made Rocket smile, they didn’t want to risk the mood he’d be in after, and the Guardians loved the softness in which Rocket cared for Mira. Rocket found himself waking up to Mira snuggled on his chest when he woke up each morning, the weight getting a little heavy each month as the kitten grew though Rocket did start to get concerned when Mira stayed as a kitten instead of growing to full size. He grabbed every Terran resource book he could find about cats to do his research, refusing help from the others Rocket immersed himself in Terran Veterinary textbooks. To Rocket's surprise after setting the scanner to max sensitivity did it pick up an anomaly at the base of Mira’s neck that he was unable to identify, so Rocket made the decision begrudgingly to put his girl under and find out what the anomaly was.

It was a small mass that looked like a jeweled piece of bone covered in a mysteriously flowing script, it was pretty in a sense but why was it there? The mass couldn’t be removed using surgical instruments; it was almost too slippery, and in a fit of frustration Rocket touched his claws to the object before the room filled with a brilliant golden light as he felt himself be pushed as Mira transformed from kitten to adult woman.

One one hand a beautiful naked woman in front of Rocket was always a welcome change to the day but on the other hand where the fuck was his Mira?

“Thank you so much I’ve been trapped in the form forever” The woman was holding onto him tightly and Rocket found himself nestled in between a pair of warm breasts. He pushed the woman back trying to get answers as to where Mira had gone, he just noticed the pair of cat ears that rested on top of her head. 

“Where is Mira?” He bit out angrily though he was taken aback at the wounded expression that took over the woman’s face.

Her shoulders dropped but she did her best to keep eye contact with Rocket “ I am Mira, I was cursed by a witch ages ago to stay forever stay trapped in such a vulnerable form until someone could locate and remove the rune”

Rocket flarkin hated magic.

He was so upset over the loss of his pet that he didn’t notice the humanoid Mira had gotten to the ground to crawl over to him resting her head underneath his paw as she always did when he was upset. To his surprise he could hear purring coming from her throat as she rubbed against him, attempting to soothe him. It didn’t seem like Mira had changed her attitude towards him.

“What are your plans?” He rubbed the top of her head making sure to pay attention to the ears in a way to verify they were really there.

A smile spread out over Mira’s face “Can I still be your pet?”

Rocket choked on stale air as Mira said something so unintentionally filthy “That means something different than your thinking darlin”

Rocket watched as the smile vanished instead replaced by a smirk as Mira batted her eyes at him coquettishly as she licked her lips revealing the tiny fangs from under her rosy pink lips  “Does it?”

Oh.

Well at the end of the day Rocket was happy to get to keep his dear pet in whatever capacity he could. @raccoonfallsharder @funkydancingdinosaur @glow-autumz

@rebel-21 @honeypleasesugar

[raccoonfallsharder]

recommended works ⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

these are the folks who have written or drawn something (specifically within the rocket raccoon fan community) that either murdered me, resurrected me, or both.

(i am always open to recs so if you wanna link me to your fave i will be so happy to check them out)

⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎ fanfiction ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

The All of You (ao3) i fuckin love this story so hard. i love the OC. i love the writing. i love the set up. i reread this probably every month or so and pine for more. it's so fuckin good. @lazarel-3000 is a double-threat (at least) who is also on my recced artist list, which means (obviously) they are a recced creator as well.

Casino Royale (ao3) this fic by @hibatasblog (see also: Entanglement, below) is so fucking delightful. petra quill is so hot i want to date her myself, and the tension between her and rocket is through the roof. loving the angst, loving the little ways that heartbreak seeps through every new paragraph, loving the mystery of trying to figure out what happened to petra and rocket to set them on their separate paths and now bring them back together. always waiting anxiously for the next chapter.

Entanglement (ao3) this fic by @hibataao3 has me rationing my consumption in a way i have not done in a long time. i'm like "i only read one chapter a week to pace myself, as a little treat for surviving another seven days." beautiful writing and intricate storytelling, the metaphors and analogies are so good i almost wish i was back in undergrad writing a thesis on it.

Friends (tumblr) @nyxivy is making their way through the rocketober 2023 prompts and the first fic of the series is. so drool-worthy. i've probably read it fifty times since it came out. short and so hot i could die (much like rocket himself), and somehow incredibly sweet in just the span of a few paragraphs? i will continue coming back to this fic and look forward to more from them at every chance i get.

Get Up (tumblr)@caesarhamato22 is another person on my recced creator list because trying to find just one fic to call my "favorite" is a challenge (obviously i was unsuccessful because there are two on this list). anyway this is lovely and fluffy. i die.

last (friday) night (ao3) nsfw. trying to pick a "favorite" of @aliasrocket's work is like trying to choose a favorite incarnation of rocket (i cannot). guess who is also on my recced creators list.

more than seven (tumblr) second @caesarhamato22 fic on this list and another recced creator. this one is one of my favorite comfort fics (i mean it's still sexy as hell) that i come back to very often. like it's just so wonderful and sweet and perfect and atmospheric and vibes

stars. (tumblr) ☕︎ stars. (ao3) sexual tension & some of the loveliest atmospheric writing i've ever consumed. another @aliasrocket fic that lives in my head.

A Very Basic Instinct (tumblr) ☕︎ A Very Basic Instinct (ao3) nsfw. when i tell you this fic did things to me. it is probably one of the fics i reread most. like, all the time jkjk only semiregularly. check out the author @elegant-fleuret for other equally brainrot-inducing smut (also mentioned in my recced creators).

⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎ art ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

@bathmob i wish. i could draw rocket. like this. the vibes are so good. the style. is perfect. i thank the universe whenever i see new art from them.

@glow-autumz is absolutely going to be a published comic artist some day and i will buy anything she works on ever. literally everything she creates has a story behind it, which i love. like, not only are her illustrations gorgeous (and like…often very hot) but every single one is (at least) a single-panel narrative. plus her OC is also cool as hell and i love her interpretations of rocket.

@lazarel-3000 creates the most toe-curlingly delicious art i've seen in a long time. i am seduced by pretty much everything they create. even their rough drafts have me panting. (i also have a crush on their OC and as a bi-lady i look at their art and am often like oh shit this is a fuckin feast). as mentioned before, this artist is also the author of one of my favorite fics and is a recommended creator in general.

@uglly-rodent posts always make me want to pinch the babby raccoom's cheeks and/or cry.

⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎ creators ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

@aliasrocket writes such beautiful things it is impossible to pick a favorite (i got two of their fics in the fic section and it was difficult to narrow it down that far and even now, i'm not certain). their tumblr has the added advantage of a ton of drabbles, every single one of which is perfection.

@caesarhamato22 read everything. like everything. great smut but i am a sucker for the slice of life shit and it's so fuckin good here. i just wanna be a nail tech on knowhere/locked in a closet with rocket/have him steal my t-shirt/whatever. it's like all my most domestic desires got turned into little fanfiction dreams. so much wish fulfillment i could die

@elegant-fleuret has great fanfiction (more than just the one on my fic list - i just felt like i had to narrow it down and A Very Basic Instinct literally gives me a a fresh hit of dopamine every time i reread it, which is a lot). plus also art. double-threat.

@evolvingchaoswitch writes with a ton of vulnerability and rawness and angst. i am also in love with the shorter pieces they've been putting out for rocketober 2023 (some really great poetry, some really emotional oneshots, some really hot oneshots). plus their OCs always fuckin rock

@lazarel-3000 look. look. i cannot say this enough. please go check them out they are hope in a hopeless place. some of the sexiest art + one of my very favorite fanfictions + one of my very favorite OCs have come out of this flawless individual. (full disclosure they also did some nsfw art of my OC jolie and rocket that has me crying and dying and hyperventilating on a daily basis)

@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr has another one of my favorite OCs and i am always hungry for their little storylines whenever they post.

@mrwolfhare is one of my favorite sources of gotg food-for-thought. just some of the most thoughtful explorations of the details of both the mcu and comic canon, excellent headcanons, beautiful screenshot sets, and really solid art. the drawtober art and ficlets have been highlights in my days this month and i'm told there may be a rad fanfiction on the horizon so keep your eyes on this! (rad fanfiction is here now! read Subject 880HR on ao3)

[caesarhamato22]

Free

Rocketober: Day 2

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None today, sillies, you’re in the clear.

Summary: Nothing beats a fat nap after a tiring day of being Captain.

~

It wasn’t too dark, but fuck, was he tired.

His knees ached from the constant standing, walking and occasional sprinting throughout the never ending day. The pain hadn’t revealed itself until the moment the Bowie had landed on Knowhere. There was a tiny pull in side of his neck, to which he tried fixing by massaging it as best he could.

As claws brushed through his grime-fill fur, he scratched the spot between his ears that you always paid just enough attention to, but it was nowhere close to being the same.

Your scratches were always gentle, and your massages sent him straight to sleep, especially after a day like this.

Rocket fiddled tiredly through his keys, searching for the one you had given him a short while ago. Your spare key, a wordless offering for him to visit any time he needed you, or just wanted to see your gorgeous face.

It turned into a common occurrence, him warning you through message, telling you he needed a break and some time with you.

You two communicated, always finding the best time to meet up during your busy schedules. Outside of your work hours, and during a time where his duties as a guardian could be set to the side, he’d be with you.

Sometimes sitting in silence was all he truly wanted, but it was always a task for him to tell you that. His method changed over time as he became increasingly comfortable in the presence of the one he cared for most, in a different way than he did for everyone else.

It took him a long time to understand the way he loved you.

It’s started small and subtle. The tiniest of cues to tell you, he noticed what you noticed, that he cared for what you cared for.

So, so subtle. You didn’t come close to registering what he was doing when he first started looking out for the things you did.

Rocket seemed relieved by this at first. It was a sign that he wasn’t being too obvious. To you, at least. And you were all that mattered.

It was no different when the second he unlocked your apartment door, a gust of mixed relief and exhaustion radiated through him. His body, ready to be knocked the fuck out on your bed, right beside your perfect presence.

Hopefully including those head scratches he loves so much, and needed desperately. That he could admit.

Rocket’s feet were heavy, making his steps louder than usual. As loud as they could be for someone his size.

Passing through the hallway after closing and locking the door, his bag dropped to the ground with a clank and a thud. His fingers rushed lazily to untie his boots without a care. He kicked off his shoes and left them wherever they landed, separated into two different spots in the hall on their sides.

He beelined for the bedroom, the cozy space he shared with you, the place he knew you’d be on your day off from work.

With a sigh, he pulled off the blue and red uniform off his shoulders, choosing to leave only his trousers and belt on for the time being.

The bedroom door had been left ajar by you, allowing you to keep your attention captivated by the book in your hands, and a part of your focus vacant for the sounds of Rocket finally returning home.

He pushed the door open, letting it gently swing the rest of the way with a quiet creak. His eyes went to your side of the bed, finding you lying on your stomach, engrossed in the book that laid on your pillow looking right back up at you.

Your focus tore away from the pages of fiction when you heard him enter the room.

Peering over your shoulder and spotting his fatigue, you greeted him with a soft, “hey,” as he moved a step closer to the bed.

With a heavy sigh, “hey, baby,” he replied back.

His eyes were low and his body was aching to lie down. To rest and just be with you was all he wanted right now, holy shit, just let him hold you. He’d beg if it was required.

You studied him, every claw and movement. The lack of sleep in his eyes, and how gravity seemed to be stronger on him than you, told you he was drained, in need of care, even if he’d never admit it.

“You look tired.” Although you didn’t say it out loud.

Him, out of everyone, knew how tired he was. He didn’t need it pointed out and you knew him enough to not state the obvious.

His hands found his belt, unbuckling it with haste while his eyes focused on nothing but the air in front of him. With it loosened, off, and dropped to the ground, he looked back to you to find your eyes had never left him.

“Turn around,” he murmured. His voice was deeper and slurred with need of sleep while his eyes flickered around your body and the sheets it laid on.

You half-turned your body to face him better, now able to see more of him and the state he was in.

A shower wasn’t needed, but it would do him good. But he didn’t seem to be in the mood for critiques.

“On your back.” He was clearer this time, more gentle, like a request.

Granting it, you turned and shuffled into a comfortable position on your back while he waited patiently by the bed.

You settled and looked at him expectedly. He placed his hands on the side of the bed, pulling himself up with noticeable effort despite it being a second nature task, hopping on and off the bed every day. It was different when his energy was absent. Leaving the house at 4am and returning home just after 6pm, and running on two hours of sleep, had quite an impact on one’s battery level.

Your legs flattened against the bed to make room as he moved closer, bringing himself above you and lowering his body against yours, lying comfortably with his legs relaxed naturally, his arms resting on either side of you, and his head nuzzling against your chest.

It wasn’t a state you often found him in. Tired, yes, but that was a given considering his occupation.

Clingy, however, was normally when he was drunk and focused solely on his girl.

He’d been like this before, after a job or an exhausting day. You welcomed this side of him and honestly encouraged it when you sensed he needed some loving.

Rocket had never had this option before meeting you.

The closest he had was curling up in Groot’s lap when they were on the run. It would’ve had to have been a freezing night, or he must have been terribly injured to be found in such a vulnerable position; relaxed without a care in the world.

Yet, here he was, in your home, his home, in your perfect embrace, being loved more than he ever thought he could be.

Cared for, thought about, appreciated.

This was his. You were his.

He sinked further into your love, his arms tightening around you, his face and body wanting to be impossibly closer.

You fingers traced patterns through his fur before stopping in that sweet spot between his ears, scratching slowly, gently, perfectly. The instinctive motions were filled with natural attention to detail, eliciting a relaxed breath from him, finally able to give into the exhaustion that weighed him down since the moment he left you alone in the bed that morning.

Rocket loved you dearly. So deeply that it always surprised him, the lengths he would go for you without a mere second of hesitation.

You shared this love, and he knew that.

You made sure he did.

Every morning and night, through voice or message, you’d tell him he was loved.

It took him a while to believe it. To understand that you were telling the truth. After years and years of his past being filled with mental torment, physical strain and torture, he believed you.

He believed in whatever you told him; that he deserved to be loved.

That he was free to be loved.

Free.

Fuck, what a wonderful feeling.

~

I’m two days behind already :)

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[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober Day 1 Friends

Friends

We ran, we played and laughed in between bar covered walls.

And what laid within was the rarest find of hopeful innocence.

 The care of a creator even grander than the divine.

It was great to have friends.

Dreaming of the future where they would all soar through the azure sky together.

Then fit for nothing but escape.

 A bid for freedom but just too late.

 A young kit determined to make loneliness his permanent fate.

The young man failed.

Flora and Fauna met.

The roots of friendship soon prevailed.

The bounty botched.

A group of misfits caught.

His Flora friend lost.

A new band of friends.

But at what cost?

Rocket doesn’t have it in him to suffer another loss.

So he’ll push them away.

Till he’s forgot

@raccoonfallsharder @glow-autumz @funkydancingdinosaur

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 12 Batteries

Glittering golden temptations. Frenzied desires to spite the creator. Unyielding need to push others away. Let these batteries fuel your self destructive machinations. The fires of self loathing required careful stoking lest they go out. No matter how corroded the source was, it was still where your power was drawn from. @raccoonfallsharder @glow-autumz @rebel-21

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 8 Drinking or Free part 2

TW: Dubious consent

You are trapped arms under your torso, ass in the air with your head to the ground as your aphrodisiac fueled crew mate crawled towards you; you could just make out Rockets form in the darkness. You could feel as his claw tipped paws started to slowly remove your pants off of  you like peeling a ripe fruit, you could hear the hitch of his breath followed by a low growl as the smell of your dripping pussy must have hit his keen senses. You couldn’t help but whimper as you felt him blow hot air over the vulnerable folds before him, you cursed how easily the slick fluids of your arousal flowed during your ovulation; maybe that was why you couldn’t bring yourself to make him stop.

Rocket laid a trail of kisses from the top of your mons pubis just above your cliteros before moving his attention to lay sloppy kisses on the sensitive skin just beyond your outer lips. You feel as your neuro pathways ignited into a thrumming heat that stoked sensation in every section of your body, the cold stone beneath you did not help to cool you down only contributed to teasing you as your now erect nipples were dragged slightly by Rocket’s ministrations forcing you to lean slightly forward. Rocket slipped his maw deep into the dripping folds before lashing his tongue around your aching walls, drinking in your cum as if it was the first drink he was able to get in days. The whorish moans that tumbled from your lips quickly echoed throughout the cave as a sinful symphony of slurred words and firm clit suction filled the silence.

Rocket claws gripped your hips leaving tiny pin pricks in your skin that welled with small droplets of blood, he didn’t want his meal to move an inch till he felt sated and he wasn’t satisfied yet. You felt delirious from the pleasure as you felt Rocket move his mouth up to start rimming the delicate ring that was your asshole. You hips bucked desperately as Rockets tongue pushed into your tight passage slowly fucking it looser and you continued to do the only thing you could which was add to the sounds of the cave. You could feel as his cock lined up against the entrance to your asshole “This is all the restraint I can muster sweatheart or I’m going to fuck you till your ripe with my kits” if he didn’t have a good grip on your hips you would have sunk into the floor when your quivering knees gave out. 

Rocket had done too good of a job in making sure your asshole was well lubricated as his cock slipped from one rosy hole into the warm slippery depths of your pussy. You let out a quivering moan when he rutted up against you causing delicious friction to rub against your g-spot for a few minutes moaning to himself “No gotta be good” before sliding out and trying to slip within your ass again. As he slowly slid past the tight ring of muscles he had touched something on your suit so you could use your arms again, placing them forward to brace yourself in doggy as Rocket simultaneously removed your top and bra. 

It took a few slow moments for Rocket to fully seat himself inside your ass, stroking your back gently as you trembled, body slick with sweat as Rocket let out soothing trills to help get you to calm; you were getting the idea that words were starting to become hard for him as the pollen flooded his body. Once your body was relaxed allowing him to fully sink he, Rocket started with slow shallow thrusts to let your rectum get used to the intrusion before beginning to increase the tempo a little bit at a time till it built into quick thrusts. The wet slapping of fur to skin joined the sounds of the cave as Rocket pounded out the last bit of sense you had left in your body before spilling his first shot into your wanton hole letting out a gloriously savage snarl as he did so.

You could feel as he slowly pulled out, cum leaking from your anus as you laid nude on the cold stone of the cave trying to soothe the trembling of your body and deciding to roll on your back to see if the stone on your back will help return your temperature to normal. You look into Rocket’s glowing jasper coloured eyes as an aftershock riffles through your body, as if this orgasm is stronger because Rocket is able to see machinations of it as it washes over you.

Rocket’s eyes roam over your body still hungry before focusing his attention back on the glistening treasure that was your cunt. The small bit of reasoning that Rocket had left to fight the contaminant allowed him the sense to wipe off his cock on a discarded piece of clothing before sliding into your pussy once more giving your hips matching claw marks on the front. You could feel your legs wrapped around him pulling Rocket even deeper into you, and a thought came to mind that perhaps the pollen had also affected you too but you didn’t care.

All you wanted to do was to be filled as many times as Rocket was able to, coating every section of your insides till there was nothing left unclaimed within you and Rocket was more than happy to claim every inch of you that he could.

Mission Success.

@raccoonfallsharder (you made a comment of wanting to see more and I do deliver) @glow-autumz @rebel-21 @funkydancingdinosaur

@honeypleasesugar

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 11 Father

One decision had changed Rocket's life in a way he couldn’t predict and it was because of the High Evolutionary though not for the reasons most within his circle would think.

Despite everything HE had done to edit Rocket he at least left him with a functioning set of testicles; his cock was also fully functional though slightly modified from the original state.

Rocket never had a problem with any of the lovers he had rawdogging or not it would seem that even though his genetics had been messed with it would be difficult for him to sire a biological child. He didn’t care who needed family? Life decided he needed a family. First to Groot, then The Guardians and then quickly followed by the adoption of twenty raccoon kits as well as the Star children.

Rocket was a Father there was no doubt about that. It wasn’t until Rocket had the stones to visit the person that he loved and left; like a flarkin coward; did he find out he was a biological Father as well. Two perfect little girls with a mix of both his and Avery’s features.

Rocket would do everything he could to integrate his families together and become the Father they all deserved. @raccoonfallsharder @glow-autumz @funkydancingdinosaur @rebel-21

From A Raccoon Walks into a Bar

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 9 New Friends

Rocket was heading over to Cap’s house for a game of poker to dispel some of the stress of the last week, it had passed over the third year anniversary of Thanos’s snap that whisked his loved ones to dust. He knocked on Steve’s door before being ushered into the man's apartment pausing to take off his shoes as per Steve’s request he wandered over to the fridge before retrieving a beer from with and cracking it open.

“How’s your week been Cap?” Rocket tipped the can back allowing some of the bitter liquid to slip down his throat enjoying the burn as it did.

Steve ran his hand through his hair “Shit, more people trying to fill the power vacuum left after the people in charge vanished. Yours?”

Rocket get a jaded chuckle slip from his lips as he drank more of the cans contents “Same flarkin shit different cycle”

Both men let out an exasperated sigh before falling into silence for the next few minutes, it wasn’t that either man wasn’t able to make decent conversation with the other they got along well but something about the week that had just passed drained them. Steve decided to make himself busy for a minute to bring attention away from the unintentional awkwardness by opening the window overhearing the conversation that his neighbors were having accidentally.

“Alright so you will break into the vault to grab the necessary items and you are going to come with me to kidnap the Mayor” A hushed masculine said which got Rocket’s attention as well as Steve’s having them move quickly outside the apartment to the door in front of the apartment next door. Pressing their ears to the door they could hear a feminine voice say “Alright I’ll grab the knockout gas to take them out then we’ll move to our next location for safety sake to avoid the authorities” . Steve and Rocket made the quick decision to burst through the door to catch the criminals before they had a chance to cause anymore grief for New York but to their surprise it was just a few people around a coffee table hovering over a map covered in miniatures. 

Everyone screamed when they burst in on one of the women that was holding a dice and dropped it causing the long haired blonde man to shout “QUIET” as everyone went still as they peered over the twenty-sided dice as the man smiled “And the roll was successful no one overheard unlike real life”  the purple haired woman next to him stood up arms crossed “So why did an Avenger and I assume another hero burst into our apartment?”

Steve blushed as Rocket sheepishly rubbed the back of his head “We thought you were actually planning something but why are you talking about that shit anyways?”

The blonde guy took a moment to look over the both of them before answering “We’re playing DnD wanna learn?”

By the end of the night both Rocket and Steve had a new set of friends to spend time with, and a game that would allow them both to keep their minds sharp in between missions as well as relax.

So poker night became DnD night instead. @raccoonfallsharder @funkydancingdinosaur @rebel-21 @honeypleasesugar @glow-autumz

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 17 Together

Rocket was not a stranger to body language, physicality and the way the body moved in pleasure.

He didn’t know how to do relationships, at least none that required vulnerability.

People would come to him or he could come to them when they needed a concept figuratively drilled into their bodies with a firm dopamine source behind it.

He fixed Quill that way and expected to do the same with his newest crewmate.

The most respectful adrenaline junkie he had ever met.

He left you satisfied when he realized you had the potential to put him back together.

And here some time after Rocket is watching over your injured form having made you comfortable for rest in your room.

Maybe it would be better if he let You put him back together.

Cause now he’s afraid he’s pulled you apart.

(The Reader from A Galaxy of Misunderstandings)

@glow-autumz @raccoonfallsharder @rebel-21 @quietanarchist

@funkydancingdinosaur

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 14 Understood

Rocket had know since he locked eyes with such a stunning set of gray irises that belonged to the punk bartender across from him that he was understood.

Bartenders are just therapists that you drink with so They would have had to seen it all, so what was another broken man?

He expected them to pour him a drink, cut him off before he died of alcohol poisoning.

He did not expect to wake up in their guestroom or to be greeted with breakfast and the same look again; I understand.

Avery provided a friendship, brought him to their community and he armed them gladly to protect it; Rocket didn’t make weapons for just anyone after all.

He would do anything to see that look again, even if he feared the answers to why they understood.

As long as it was never said aloud it’d all be fine.

Then they did, and so he left.

Avery understood and Rocket was terrified of that. @raccoonfallsharder @quietanarchist @glow-autumz @rebel-21 @funkydancingdinosaur

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 2 Free

This mission was supposed to be easy, Lady Hellbender wanted a sample of pollen from some plant in the middle of a backwater planet to help with the care of one of her many monsters. Job was so easy that it only needed two people to complete it , there was a vote taken leaving Rocket and You to take the mission using the pod. There was a little issue with landing. Rocket had been insistent that You used the opportunity to practice your landing skills with the pod and it didn’t go well. The communication system got messed up allowing You to leave a message for your crewmates but not send anything else back until you returned back to the pod, and the trek from the pod to where the plant was meant to be would take over a day to reach. So three days of just You and Rocket talking which wasn’t always Rocket’s strong suit so it was silent for large chunks of the mission.

“What does this plant's pheromones do anyway, Rocket?”

Rocket looked up from the plant that he was collecting samples from, the pollen glowed a glowing violet hue, and seemed to be as delicate as powdered sugar. It was your job to keep the flower petals open while Rocket got what he needed to appease Lady Hellbender for the Guardians to get their payout.

“Something with the reproductive system for one of Lady Hellbenders pets, she wants to try to bring the species back”

There was no way that you were currently helping to handle an aphrodisiac with the guy you found incredibly attractive that you had no idea how to talk to bring up that fact to him. You took a breath to calm down, you were only freaking out because you saw the sex pollen used in so many of those dirty comics and stories you preferred to masturbate to. Masturbation was only on your mind at all because you were on the week that you were ovulating which made you so horny you could hardly stand it.  None of that mattered because that’s not what was going to happen, that would be crazy right?

Both of you would find out too late that Rocket had a crack in his ventilation system and was steadily breathing the pheromone in at its most potent source.

“Run”

Was the last thing Rocket had said before something about him changed, he started to become more frantic clawing at his clothing in an attempt to pull it off and You were about to ask what was wrong then you caught his eyes.

Glowing.

Feral.

Hungry.

And it wasn’t a hard leap in logic to figure out who the meal was going to be, so you ran as fast as you could towards the pod and hopefully safety till your crewmate could get his head on straight.

You ended up sliding into a cave to hide from Rocket after confirming that no other nasty beasties hid within, and even if there was hopefully fighting the creature would get Rocket to cool off a bit.

You came crashing to the ground as your suit malfunctioned, Rocket even in his frenzied state was able to manipulate the tech he had made even at a distance.

You looked up at Rocket’s whiskey eyes glowing from the mouth of the cave, sniffing at the air before settling his gaze at you and allowing a feral wanton smirk spread across his maw as he saw his prize.

As Rocket crawled towards You, you knew that you weren’t going to get any freedom from this cave anytime soon.

@glow-autumz @raccoonfallsharder @funkydancingdinosaur @rebel-21

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 16 Lost

There was food strewn over the commissary.

A few credits on the floor.

Colored paper on the ground, next to a Terran board game that caused the chaos.

He wanted to be the race car.

Quill was a sore loser.

Fuck Monopoly!

@raccoonfallsharder @rebel-21 @glow-autumz @funkydancingdinosaur @quietanarchist

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 13 Guilty

Not all things that glitters are gold.

He found that true when he found the glistening grave.

A display case to his love Opaline.

A planet made of crystal.

Scarlet littered on the scene.

Not a single being heard the crescendo of his scream.

Weeping face soon bathed in light.

A color in a shade to spite.

Of sky blue as lovely as the crystal she gave him.

No more treasures tumbled from her lips.

Another loved one now to miss.

@raccoonfallsharder @glow-autumz @gimmiesomehoneynsugar @rebel-21 @quietanarchist

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 7 Prison

From warmth to bars a prison form as soon as a young kit stood forward.

Layers added to his cage, friendship made it tolerable.

Sire’s expectations made the prison more confined as each weighted word held the shadow of malice in every syllable.

The mind's prison is so much worse, each thick bar formed from the weight of his failure.

His scream buzzed in his head as ever present noise like the lights that illuminated his former cage.

Rocket escaped twenty-two prisons in his life but could not escape the one he carried with him, as closely as a lover forcing him down the path of dangerous sins.

On a table he lays still under care of machines to keep him well. The construct forming around him as the warden comes to try him away and it’s her absolving him of his crimes.

He’s been paroled.

Rocket Raccoon is now a free man.

@raccoonfallsharder @glow-autumz @funkydancingdinosaur @honeypleasesugar @rebel-21

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Rocketober: Day 4 Wanted

This was the dumbest idea that Rocket had ever gotten in his head, going through some cave system in one of the more tropical areas of Terra the Caribbean. He just really wanted to get Quill something amazing for his birthday before he started to feel out whether or not he could start begging his friend to come back. Rocket loved his crew and what he did as a Guardian but he missed Pete the big man child just understood him in a way others couldn’t; Rocket really wanted his friend back. So here he was investigating an old legend that Peter was obsessed over, about an old immortal pirate by the name of Captain Mar.

If Pete’s rambling was to be believed this Captain Mar had been around for hundreds of years, sailing the seas, fighting otherworldly monsters while fighting for the safety of all the dwelled on Terra. Sounded like an absolute load of crock shit to Rocket but here he was looking for the old legends treasures to grab something for Pete, this location at least had some truth to it in terms of treasure. There had been multiple accounts of people going through this cave and coming back with something interesting in hand after; some had even claimed to have a conversation with the Captain herself bunch of nutters. Rocket took a break to lean against one of the cave walls when he felt it start to start to sink down before he found himself sliding down a stone slide to another section of the cave system.

“FLARK!!!”

Rocket tumbled into a pile of luxurious fabric at the bottom of whatever pit he managed to stumble in, grateful for the soft landing opposed to what he was used to. Rocket took a moment to adjust to the surprising amount of light that littered this section of the cave, which was unusual as this part of the cave had to be deeper than where he was before, he slid downwards after all. Rocket's eyes roamed over the content of the cave that was covered in all matter of paraphernalia from different era’s of Terra’s history, glittering treasure sparkling across the cave floor and there it was the perfect gift for Pete, a portrait of Captain Mar surrounded by topless fish ladies. Pete was going to flarking love this!

Rocket was lifting up the portrait to put into his bag when he felt the cold metal of a gun to the back of his head, how did he not hear someone sneak up on him? 

“Wot de we hav ere luv” The voice behind him was clearly feminine in nature but had this delightfully rasp to it that Rocket found himself swooning over. He had never heard a voice like that before.

“Just a guy trying to grab a nice thing for his friend's birthday” Rocket hoped that appeased the mystery womens query. He felt himself be turned around to face the person he was speaking to, and couldn’t help but blurt out,

“Wait, aren't you a myth?”

Rocket’s head swiveled to look at the portrait before looking back at the woman to confirm it was the same damn person, Captain Mar herself and flarkin hell did she look better in person.

“So some say, but yet ere I am, now wot to do with ye?” Rocket was concerned with the smile that spread over the pirate's face as she looked down at him with a playful mirth in her eyes. He knew that he could disarm her especially using such old tech but something kept him rooted in place like he was in the presence of a dangerous force of nature. Rocket breathed a sigh of relief when Mar placed her pistol back into their holsters and reached within their jacket to pull out a flask before taking a swig. 

Captain Mar made a motion for Rocket to sit next to her, offering the flask to him as he plopped down beside her. Rocket could feel a calmness wash over his body as the liquid slid down his throat, it was finely aged rum far nicer than anything he had before.

“Tell me ah story” 

The soft rasp of Mar’s voice broke the staring spell that he had been trapped in, he couldn’t wait to tell Pete that Mar was real and even hotter in person. Rocket’s ears twitched slightly as his mind processed the request ,what it meant before letting out a deep sigh and proceeded to spill his guts out to the alleged immortal. The Captain didn’t say a word as he trauma dumped as Quill would put it, instead watched him and didn’t interrupt till he was done, offering the last bit of the flask. He was surprised to feel himself being pulled into a hug as he finished the flask, the scent of seawater clung to Mar’s clothes like an extension of their spirit and Rocket found it oddly soothing.

“Ye can ave the portrait, fer yer friend” 

No fight from the Captain over the portrait she was just giving them something for nothing.

“I’m not comfortable with rando’s giving me gifts even if I really want it, so waddayeah want?”

Captain Mars eyes leered over him “Aye suppose yer body will mor than do”

Rocket smiled at his turn of fortune this day “I can work with that”

In the end Peter and Rocket both got something they wanted but did not expect to get, Peter got some of Captain Mar’s pirate booty and Rocket got Mar’s Pirate Bootahy. (Captain Mar is an OC that is an immortal Pirate cursed to live till Calypso's curse lifts) @raccoonfallsharder @rebel-21 @glow-autumz @funkydancingdinosaur