#groot doll

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One of the most challenging commissions I ever got! But it was also very fun and entertaining to make! Making small crochet pieces isn't my favorite, but I must say I've learned a lot of tricks making this little Baby Groot 🌱💚

It was also almost a D&D quest to find the perfect pot to put him inside. When I found it I bought 4 more to have in stock just in case I get another commission 😂

Pattern by TwinkieChanTV

[raccoon-coded]

Guardians of the Galaxy (2015)

(Ties into Civil War II and is the catalyst for the Grounded issues.)

The ship just got destroyed and Rocket is devastated. 🥺

[guardian-rocket]

Hello hello! I will take you up on your request offer if you wanna do this one!

This expression but it's Rocket would be priceless:

[lazxariix]

my shelf 🤍✝️

[lives-in-midgard]

Revealed Secret

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader ft. the guardians of the galaxy

Summary: At an Avengers party, Mantis revealed your secret crush for Bucky.

Word Count: 1.163

Masterlist

It had been a while since you all have come together, so Tony organized a party, and everyone came. Natasha, Wanda, Steve, Scott, Peter Parker, Stephen Strange, T’Challa and some other people from Wakanda, the guardians of the galaxy and of course everyone else. That meant the person you have a big crush on was there too. And because you thought Bucky doesn’t feel the same you hoped that you could talk with some other people to distract yourself. You and Bucky are good friends, and you didn’t want to risk your friendship, so you decided to hide your feelings from him and hoped he wouldn’t notice it. You were excited to see the guardians again because it had been a long time since you have seen them.

When you walked into the tower, the first thing you did was to hug Wanda and talk with her. After a while you also talked with Natasha. You walked through the party and saw so many people having fun and having a good time. You just had a conversation with Steve and talked with T’Challa and his sister. It is always nice to see them and talk with them. You are very happy and will always be grateful that they helped Bucky. When you walked through the crowd you saw Bucky walking to you, in his suit he looked so handsome, so sweet but also hot.

“Hey doll” Bucky greeted you with a hug.

“Hey” you said when you pulled away.

“You look gorgeous.” Bucky confessed and you began to blush and tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Thanks, you look good too.” Now it was his time to blush, and he mumbled a thanks. You talked for a while when you decided to go and see some other people.

“I’ve got to go see you later, buck.”

While walking through the room you could see Natasha, Clint and Scott talk at the bar, a few steps away from them there were Steve and Sam laughing about something Peter said. And somewhere you heard a loud Thor telling a fight story. When you were near the couch Peter Quill waved at you and you were walking over with a smile to him, Mantis and Drax.

“There you are, I thought I wouldn’t see you with all the people here.” He said and you sat down beside him.

“I know there are really a lot of people, but I wouldn’t want to miss you guys.” You smiled.

“So how is everything? Did something crazy happen?” You asked him and he laughed.

“Crazy? With us never.” Peter said and you both laughed.

“What are you talking, don’t remember your Christmas present from us?”

“That was sarcasm Drax.”

“What Christmas present?” You wondered.

“Drax and Mantis flew to earth and kidnapped Kevin Bacon.” Peter began.

“Kevin Bacon was your Christmas present why not David Hasselhoff?” You laughed.

“Don’t give him such a stupid idea and it wasn’t funny.”

“Okay, you’re right Peter, it isn’t funny.” You said and held back a laugh.

“Where are the others?” You asked after Peter told you about the best Christmas gift he got from Mantis. She began to smile, and you could see how much they mean to each other.

“Nebula is somewhere with Tony and Rocket and Groot are over there with Bucky.” When he mentioned Bucky, your heart skipped a beat and when you looked over, you saw him smiling.

“Y/n?” Peter called out and brought you back to reality.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked.

“I asked if Mantis could try her power on you.” Drax said and held back a smile.

Because you didn’t really know her you totally forgot what her powers are. That’s why you didn’t know why Drax was smiling when you said yes.

Mantis softly touched your arm and looked you in the eyes.

“You feel love.”

“Yeah, I feel a lot of love for everyone in this room.” You said and hoped this would help and she wouldn’t go deeper.

“No, romantic love.” Mantis continued.

“No, no no. That’s not true.” You interrupted her and looked over to Peter for help.

“For him.” She yelled and pointed at Bucky. Who was now looking at you with a confused look.

“No” You pulled your hand away from her and Drax began to laugh.

“She just told everyone your darkest secret, just like she did with you Peter. Do you remember it? “He screamed and laughed more. You and Peter looked at each other and you have never felt so embarrassed in a long time. You really hoped that Bucky didn’t hear it. But he looked over at you and Drax was so loud, he probably heard it.

“Hey, I’m really sorry, if I had known I would have warned you.” Peter started but you stood up when you saw Bucky was walking over to you.

“I need some fresh air.” You quickly took your bag and walked out. You heard someone yell your name, but you didn’t want to turn around. You just had to get out of there. When you walked out, you were hit with the cold air. You took deep breaths and looked up at the stars. It was so embarrassing, probably everyone knows it by now. It felt like everyone was watching you.

“Hey” Suddenly Bucky was standing beside you.

“Hey” You quietly mumbled and looked over to him.

“You probably heard what they were saying.” You sighed.

“Yeah, I heard what they said.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Is it true?” That was not what you expected him to say, but after what he heard you can’t deny it anymore.

“Yeah, it’s…it’s true. I’m in love with you.” When you said that Bucky began to smile.

“Then I’m glad because I’m in love with you too.” You couldn’t believe what you just heard. All this time you hoped he would like you back and now he said it. He really said it.

“Really? Are …are you sure?” You asked him and he nodded.

“Yes, I’m sure. We can go in there and Mantis can prove it if you want.” He joked and made you chuckle.

“I know something else that could prove it.” You hinted.

“Me too.” Bucky grinned at you, pulled a hair behind your ear, and pulled in to kiss you.

When you pulled away you both smiled at each other.

“Now, I’m glad Mantis revealed my secret.”

“Do you want to go back inside?” Bucky asked.

“Let’s stay here for a while.” You were standing there for a while, holding Bucky’s hand, and looking into the stars.

“You should take my jacket, doll. You are shivering.” Bucky said while taking of his jacked and gently putting his jacket on your shoulder. You had no idea how cold you were until Bucky mentioned it. You didn’t want Bucky to find out like that, but you’re glad he knows now and feels the same way about you.

[vrisrezis]

Just the progression of rocket and y/ns relationshio throughout the movies? Like their relationship in vol1, 2, infinity war, endgame, holiday special maybe? and then vol 3?

Vol 1 :

You and rocket aren’t the closest automatically, I imagine rocket being very sarcastic towards you as he normally is with everyone else. I imagine rocket would find you attractive right away though, and would not shy away from nicknames like doll. He’d do it in a teasing way though, to not make it the most noticeable that he’s perhaps interested in you. However if you are like him and happen to be animalistic, he is noticeably a little different in terms of his sarcasm and he’s more likely to grow a soft spot for you quickly. However, you form a close bond after you comfort him in his drunken state, when he calls himself a monster. You have no reason to be so kind to him, after everything he’s done since the two of you met, so it strikes a cord in him. From on that point he’s noticeably softer and he might even start to gain feelings that are a little deeper than just initial “oh they’re hot” his feelings only growing deeper when you comfort him when he thought he lost groot. Again, doing something out of kindness when you don’t have to.

Vol 2 :

The two of you are close friends at this point, you’ve helped him raise groot. All of them had, but you especially. Nowadays, you often talk to him while he’s tinkering with random things. You become mad at him for stealing batteries, which leads to you joining quill and the others on his dad journey. You two separate for the first time since knowing eachother, and rocket is left to self reflect on himself (thanks to yondu). He’s able to realize he’s been pushing people away or acting like he doesn’t care for them, he even does so with you. Yondu tells him, if he really loves you, he should show it. I imagine he stopped acting like he didn’t care for groot after watching him almost die, so I imagine that when he sees you again, after that point no longer pretends he doesn’t care for you. He ends up confessing he cares for you deeply, and while his confession is obviously romantic, you take it as platonic. He does this right before you try to save quill, and you’re still persistent even after his confession, so he’s forced to tase you. After that though, the two of you do finally make up and he properly apologizes to you.

I am groot:

The two of you have an unspoken relationship. You two are very much like parents to groot at this point, and groot makes this very aware to the both of you. You don’t think much of it, as it makes sense since you’ve helped rocket so much in taking care of groot. However there seems to be an unspoken tension that gets even stronger because of what he’s told you both, called you both. Rocket is not only more aware of his feelings, he’s more aware that groot knows. Rocket knows he should do something about his feelings, but he stays silent.

Infinity war:

While he is once again sad to see the two of you separate again, it’s for the fate of the universe. You decide to stay with the morons in order to keep them safe, and rocket understands. It’s in your nature to be selfless and that you’d want to keep your family safe. Also, the fact rocket and groot are gonna be with the god of thunder certainly helps you feel more secure in the fact he and groot will be fine. Rocket casually demands a hug goodbye from you, growing more comfortable at this point for his feelings towards you without saying anything outright. Your relationship always seemed very friendly, but this time it feels more intimate and romantic, despite the fact neither of you have made your feelings aware to one another.

Endgame:

The two of you find solace in one another after the loss of your family. You end up dating over the course of the 5 years you two spent on earth together. After all the grief and pain, it’s something rocket simply could not keep to himself anymore. Especially since, he truly wants you to know he loves and cares for you, deeply. He thought for a moment you were gone too, before you came to earth along with nebula and Tony. He has made the effort since then for you to realize how much he cares. The two of you seperate, you deciding to help Tony, Steve, and others go back in time. Rocket bids you farewell, giving you a nice hug and a kiss. You two reunite after all is said and done, happy to see one another in one piece, as well as your family.

Holiday special:

Your relationship is a newfound development by the other guardians at this point, but mantis still manages to find you two adorable whilst everyone else is kinda offput by it at the moment. Not in a bad way, it’s just kinda new to them. You spend a lot of your time together this day, and eventually helping mantis set up Christmas for Peter. You gave eachother special gifts to one another, you granted him a special weapon designed by the people of wakanda, a weapon that can turn into any weapon at will. And what he got you? A necklace you loved that he broke… forever ago. He’s very embarrassed about his gift in comparison to yours, but you were still happy with it. Oh, and Peter was in a funny mood that day, so he even set up a mistletoe for you two to kiss under.

Vol 3.

Since you spend most of it praying your beloved isn’t dead, you don’t exactly interact with him specifically … very much. You go through hell and back just to make sure he comes alive okay, and he does. You embrace eachother the second you see eachother again, a very different embrace than any other hug you two gave one another. A mutual agreement that you’re both glad rockets alive. You fight together (albeit you’re a little protective of him), and after everything’s said and done, rocket is the captain. You’re still by his side, but now you’re following orders. In the past you would’ve made fun of him for suggesting he was captain, but now, it just feels right.

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# ◞ ˚ ─ RED LACE (OR LACK THEREOF)

info. rocket raccoon/f!reader smut. est. 3.2k words.

you and rocket share the same bunk, so you've been wearing nothing but a shirt to get his attention. and who knows? he might like you back.

a/n. hi hello first actual post on here! quick comment for the fingering part, just pretend rocket stole peter's nail clippers LMAO, i forgot to clarify that while writing whoops. also, you can alternatively read the fic here on ao3.

In the past year you’ve spent with the guardians and living on the Milano, you began to appreciate each of them unconditionally; you were family, and they were yours.  Peter, a Terran like you, was a great conversationist, and you bonded over things you missed from Earth.  Gamora’s intimidating sometimes, but she acts like the sister you never had and has your best interests in mind.  You haven’t known Mantis for long, but she’s kind and gentle; plus, she’s starting to warm up to you.  Drax is some fun company, although most of your jokes fly over his head.  Groot clings onto you like a puppy, and the sprout insists on sitting between you and Rocket during dinnertime.  And well, Rocket is… Rocket.

Aboard the Milano, you shared a small bunk with Rocket and Groot.  Tonight, Groot was in Gamora’s bunk since she had Groot-bedtime-story-duty tonight, so you and Rocket had the already cramped bunk to yourselves.  Sharing a room with the two of them wasn’t entirely terrible, but you do have to deal with Rocket’s tech stuff being scattered all over the floor.

His bed wasn’t too far from yours, with the space between you only about two feet.  He’s working on a new set of blasters; you’re laying in bed on your back with your right leg over the left.  After being engrossed with his equipment for who knows how long, Rocket looks up from his machinery to glance at you.

“Christ, does it hurt to put on some pants for once?”  Rocket interjects, and you turn your head toward him.

“We share a room together.  You’ve seen me change before, and that never fazed you.  Besides, Groot isn’t even here.  It’s just us.”  He only replies with a huff and an eye roll.  “Besides, why do you care so much?”

Rocket scoffs, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows.  “I’m not the one walking around in a loose shirt and fuckin’ red lacy underwear.”

You avert your eyes from his as your cheeks grow hot, and you pull the hem of your shirt down mid-thigh to preserve your already damaged dignity.

“It’s all that was clean,” you mutter below your breath, just loud enough for him to hear, although from the look on his face, he doesn’t believe you.  “Plus, it’s hot in here, Rocket.  The air conditioning isn’t working correctly, we’re in space, and you haven’t fixed it yet,” you reply, uncrossing your legs.  He inhales sharply, returning to his blaster.

“I told you already, I don’t have the right parts yet,” he snaps at you.  “Go fix it yourself if you’re gonna be a bitch about it.”

“So the oh-so-great Rocket Raccoon can build bombs from scrap material but can’t fix the AC unit?”

“I ain’t a raccoon,” he snarls, and it takes every fiber in your body to resist the urge not to continue teasing him.  “And I told you this shit already: we don’t have the needed parts.”

“Y’know, maybe I’ll start walking around with pants on if the air conditioning is fixed.”

Rocket exhales and lets out a small pfft that almost sounds like a quiet laugh.  “You’re bein’ whinier than Quill right now, know that?”

“You’re so sweet to me, Rocket.  Have I mentioned you’re the kindest person on this ship?” You smile, albeit sarcastically, and the corners of his mouth instinctively curl up in response.  You catch his brief smile for a fleeting moment and make eye contact, but he promptly looks away in embarrassment.

(You might tease him about it later, though.  He’s smiling because of you.)

“Go to sleep, doll.”  Rocket absentmindedly shoves the machinery onto his makeshift nightstand with a slight grin still etched on his features.  His disposition has improved in the past year; he smiles a lot more, though he tries to hide it, and the guardians have noticed.  Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.

“What about you?  Aren’t you going to sleep?”  His eyes look into yours, albeit briefly, and they’re warm, brown, and pretty, and you internally berate yourself for not noticing them sooner.

“Nah.  You Terrans need more sleep than I do.  And you look terrible, by the way.”  You fail at attempting to stifle a giggle at his sudden change in demeanor, which Rocket barely notices.  

“Aw, thank you, Rocket.  Love you too.”  Your eyelids flutter, and you pull a blanket over your body.  “You might not be Terran, but you should sleep too, y’know.  You’re always reprimanding Groot for staying up late, you hypocrite.”

Rocket’s features soften; he shoots you a toothy grin, although there’s a thought nagging at you, telling you there’s more than just sarcasm in his eyes.  “Yeah, yeah.  G’night, doll.”

You shoot Rocket a smile that’s brighter than the damn sun before shutting your eyes.  Unfortunately, you’re asleep before you can say ‘good night’ back.

-

Three nights later, tonight is Drax’s turn for Groot-bedtime-story-duty.

The temperature in the Milano isn’t as nearly inhabitable as last time, all because of you and Quill’s endless pleas for the AC to be fixed.  Thankfully, Peter hates absurdly hot weather just as much as you do.  Either that or hatred of heat is a Terran thing.  Somehow, the broken air conditioning didn’t affect the other non-Terran guardians on the ship as much.

Al Green’s Let’s Stay Together plays faintly in the background; you’re lounging on your bunk, back against the mattress, as you read one of Quill’s childhood comic books when the door opens, and Rocket enters your shared bunk.

As soon as he walks in, Rocket scoffs and rolls his eyes.  “For the love of god, I fixed the AC as you asked.  Put some goddamn pants on.”

“Hello to you too, Rocket,” you give him a smile before continuing reading, too focused on Quill’s comic book to notice Rocket’s blatant gawking at your exposed legs.  Your leg props up on the other, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.  “And I said maybe I’ll wear pants.”

He jumps in bed, setting Quill’s helmet at the foot of his bunk.  After a job that included killing Abilisks, Peter reluctantly handed it over to Rocket for some significantly postponed repairs and upgrades.

“You’re lucky, know that?  You’re the only person on this ship besides Groot whose shit I tolerate.”

“I love you too, Rocket.  Although, I’m pretty sure you’d shoot Quill if he started walking around the Milano with no pants on,” you answer, eyes still glued to the comic book.

“The only difference is that Quill isn’t the one walking around in his underwear.”

“Rocket, I honestly can’t see why it’s a big deal.  It’s been days since you won’t shut up about it,” you reply, setting Quill’s comic on top of your nightstand.

Rocket looks at you before sighing defeatedly, with some feeling that you can’t put your finger on captured in his eye.  You swallow your spit, and Rocket returns to his bold, unapologetic self.

“Fine.  Fuckin’ hell, we get it, it’s your bunk, and you can do whatever the hell you want-”

He pauses.  Rocket’s eyes trail down from your face to your body, taking in every inch of your revealed skin.

However, it’s too late for you to realize what exactly Rocket’s ogling at.

“Are you… not wearing anything under that shirt?”

You blink, promptly closing your legs (undoubtedly knowing it won’t do or change anything).  The already small space between your bunk and Rocket’s seems even smaller.  Your heartbeat picks up in your chest; Rocket is still rendered speechless.  You’ll never hear the end of it, you swear.  His gaze meets yours, but you don’t answer.  What feels like an eternity passes before Rocket speaks up, breaking the silence.

“You dirty fuckin’ girl,” he swears, his tone both degrading and impressed.  Rocket steps down from his bunk and closer to yours, his eyes drinking you in.  From the look on his face, he looks as if he’s about to devour you whole.

“Rocket.”

Hesitantly, Rocket steps back, giving you space.  “Shit, sweetheart.  I’m sorry.  Tell me to leave, and I will.”  He’s reluctant, although the tent in his pants slowly grows, and he isn’t hiding it well.  “We can forget about this.”

“Wait,” you immediately protest before rationale can stop you, grabbing his wrist before he can pull away and leave.  “You can stay.”

From the look on his face, it doesn’t take him much convincing.  He knows what you’re thinking of (and knows what you want).  Rocket tenses; a few moments pass before he speaks up, unsure of what to do next.

“Can I touch you?”

You groan in response, both desperately and unashamedly.  Both your voice and body are tempting, practically inviting Rocket in.  He’s thought of you like this: both in daydreams and dreams, but he never would’ve imagined the moment (or you) to be more perfect.  “Please, Rocket.  I need you so damn badly.”

(Rocket’s definitely gonna bring this up later.  However, anything but him is entirely off your mind.)

He gladly complies, and his hands go underneath your shirt to meet your chest before massaging your breasts.  The sensation of his paws is foreign but welcome, one hand playing with your nipple as his tongue swirls around the other, gently nipping at your flesh.  He continues sucking, maintaining eye contact while your face burns from the intimacy.

The sound of Rocket’s mouth leaving your tits makes an explicit and wet pop sound, and drool pools in the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck, doll, I’ve been thinkin’ of doing this forever.  Couldn’t stop thinking about you since I got a look at that pair of that red, lacy underwear of yours and could barely keep my fuckin’ hands off.”

Rocket continues his ministrations on your chest, with one hand traveling down to your thigh, close to your puffy clit.  You elicit a formerly suppressed moan from your lips, much to Rocket’s inflated ego.  His pace is slow and teasing as if he’s waiting for you to break and beg for him to quicken his pace.

“Shit, you’re so pretty like this, all for me,” Rocket whispers in an intonation you can barely hear, almost impressed by how receptive and eager you are for his touch.  The ache between your thighs gradually amplifies from his praises, and you weaken at his attention.  Your breath quickens as his fingers trail up your thigh and languidly circles around your needy clit.  All words are stripped from your tongue, leaving you unable to speak.  Rocket’s fur almost tickles your skin as he marks love bites on you, hard enough to bruise.

“Fuh- fuck, Rocket, you feel so damn good,” you pant, air seemingly wrung out of your lungs.  “I need-”

You’re cut off by Rocket giving your cunt a firm spank, drawing out an embarrassingly vocal moan.  “Need what, dollface?”  He grins with a look of pride planted on his face as he gives your breasts and cunt much-needed attention, albeit slowly.

“I need you inside me,” you mewl, your cheeks feeling hot from the humiliation.  You know Rocket knows what you want; he’s eager to give it but wants to hear you beg for it first.

Somehow, his grin grows even more.  His slow circling on your clit stops, and you audibly groan, wordlessly begging for him to continue.  “I’ve barely touched ya, and you already want my cock inside?”

“Fuck you, Rocket,” you huff, heat building inside your lower abdomen and goosebumps growing on your skin.  “Please, I need you.”

He slips a paw inside your dripping cunt, and it takes a few seconds to get used to the new feeling.  “Gotta be patient, sweetheart.  You’re so pretty when you’re like that, know that?”

You nod, relishing the feeling of his fingers finding your G-spot, then slowly curling upwards.  Though his hands lack girth, he makes up for it with agility.

“Was this 'no panties' stunt all for me, dollface?”

“Yes. All for you, Rocket,” you answer absentmindedly, too focused on how good his fingers feel inside you.  Rocket’s fingers develop a languid rhythm, scissoring and stretching your walls to fit his cock.  You bite your lip to keep back a whimper but fail.  With every movement from Rocket, you feel yourself melting into the blankets and mattress, reduced to putty in Rocket’s hands.

“Keep going,” you mutter, surprised at your current capability to form words.  Rocket’s fingers gently press against your G-spot, eliciting a moan.  “G-go faster, Rocket.”

Instead of speeding up as you hoped, he completely stops, leaving you to writhe underneath him.  You tense up, missing the blissful sensation of his paws working inside you.  “What happened to you saying ‘please,’ huh?  You can do better than that, dollface.”

You tighten around his fingers, and you can practically feel the grin on his face as he waits for your pleas.  “God, fuck, Rocket, you know damn well what you’re doing to me,” you groan, heavy breaths interrupting almost every word.

“Try again, sweetheart,” he retorts, savoring the desperation all over your face.  Eager to feel more of him, you steadily move your hips, fucking yourself onto his fingers in response to his refusal.  “Beg me for it, and I’ll fuck you, just like you wanted.”

“Please, Rocket?  I need you to fuck me, please; I want your cock inside me so goddamn badly- please just fuck me already-”

Rocket, convinced by your pleas, complies and interrupts you by undoing his clothing and unzipping his pants while you whimper at the sudden removal of his now-soaked fingers.

He lines his hips up with yours, the look on his face ravenous; he finally pushes into you slowly.  You’re left to grip tightly on his shoulders, watching as his cock disappears into you.  He’s smaller than an average male human but relatively girthy, and you feel his tip brush against your G-spot.  You whimper from his entrance, feeling full as he completely bottoms you out, massaging your inner walls.

Rocket’s breath hitches as he slowly starts to work you open, his hands spreading your thighs apart for better access.  He groans, setting a languid pace as he ruts into your warm and inviting cunt.  You raise your hips a little higher in response, aching to feel more of him.  His current tempo is sloppier than before, now being guided by his pleasure instead of yours alone.  The wet sound of Rocket’s hips rolling into yours is pornographic and explicit; you can hear him fucking in and out of your cunt.  You’re sure that your wetness has gotten all over Rocket’s fur by now, but at the moment, he doesn’t mind.

One of his hands leaves your thigh to offer attention to your swollen clit, gently circling around it, while the other hand grips you harshly.  Rocket becomes noticeably more vocal as his pace quickens, albeit opting for low grunts and moans.  The pleasure builds up in your lower stomach, and your lower lip trembles as you grip the bunk’s bedsheets.

“Shit, Rocket, you feel so good,” you mewl, stumbling over your words while he erratically thrusts into you.  Rocket’s greedy for every moan that leaves your lips, hoping to wring every one of them out your mouth.  He grunts, pace unfaltering as your walls flutter around his cock, tightening around him like you don’t want him to let go.

“You’re doin’ so well for me, sweetheart,” Rocket huffs, his almost soft voice contradicting his frenzied rhythm.  You whimper and whine with each thrust, enjoying how Rocket fills you up with his cock, and how the curve hits your G-spot.  “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me.”

Tension builds in your stomach, and your toes curl from the sheer pleasure.  Despite Rocket’s unrelenting tempo, the feel of his hands and the look on his face is strangely soft and tender.  His fingers circle around your clit more quickly, and you feel heat spread under your skin.

“Rocket, I’m getting close,” you murmur, the burning coil within your abdomen intensifying with each second he pumps inside you.  With a moan, you let out a shaky breath as he rocks his hips into yours, feeling dangerously close to your climax.  From watching him loudly groan and how he haphazardly ruts into you, he’s also close to orgasm.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so beautiful like this,” Rocket praises, inhaling sharply as his cock twitches inside you.  “C’mon, sweetheart.  Cum on my cock.”

Without a second thought, you nod, succumbing to pleasure as Rocket pounds himself into you, his hand rubbing at your clit.  Tiny beads of sweat pool on your forehead as you begin to finish, and Rocket rolls a thumb over your nipple, almost encouraging you to cum.  Your walls spasm around his cock, begging him to do the same.  The feeling of him inside you, combined with the constant attention your clit receives, is overstimulating, and you’re barely able to hold back from coming.

“Inside me, Rocket,” you beg, trembling from sensitivity and euphoria.  “Please, cum inside me.”

Rocket only grins, a smug look forming on his face.  The white coil only amplifies, reducing you to a wordless, desperate mess underneath him until it finally snaps, and you come undone on his cock.  Eyes rolling back from the increased pleasure, you see stars in your blurred vision; you spasm around him, and with a few last strokes, Rocket cums inside you, emptying himself inside you.  His pace slows as you convulse around him, attempting to milk every drop of his cum, and your heartbeat slows from its high.

His last strokes are sloppy and frantic; Rocket huffs as he finally drains every bit of himself inside you.  Your muscles tense from aftershocks, and you hear Rocket silently swear.  With an embarrassingly wet squelch sound, Rocket pulls out his cock, leaving some of his cum to drip from your cunt, and onto your thighs.  Trying to regain your strength, you momentarily remain silent, basking in the afterglow, and he does the same.

Your breathing is labored, still coming down from your high.  “Sorry I got your fur wet,” you beam, your knees still weak from copulation, and Rocket lets out a low laugh.  You shift your body over to the far side of the bunk, offering Rocket space to sit next to you.  Without a word, he complies, his back laid against your front, and he sighs in contentment.

“I’ll shower in the mornin,’ doll,” he replies, fixing his messy hair, attempting to freshen up.  Rocket’s head rests on your neck; hesitantly, you put your arm around him, but he doesn’t mind it, although it takes him a second to adjust to the newfound affection.  You contentedly sigh, languidly running your fingers through his soft fur, and Rocket practically melts at the touch of your fingers.

“Y'know, I really like you, Rocket,” you quietly whisper, although just loud enough for him to hear.  Rocket doesn’t respond for a few seconds, leaving you in empty silence and a tiny bit of nervousness. 'Love' is a strong word; the word 'like' is weaker. However, right now, both don't fit right coming out of your mouth. It's too late to retract saying 'I really like you,' but before you can conjure a second thought, Rocket gathers his voice.

“Yeah.  I like you a whole lot too." Your face softens, and you wrap your arms around him, surprisingly being met with no protest from Rocket.  You softly kiss his forehead and doze off into slumber, Rocket huddled in your arms. Tomorrow morning, you’re certain Star-Lord would barge into your bunk to wake you up for the next contract, but for now, you’re happy to lay in bed and worry about it later.

[doesnotloveyou]

The "Marvel Rivals" Hot Takes (that my irl friends don't want to hear)

The Basics

The target demographic is straight male players with extremely average intellect. Y'know, gamers

Heavily influenced by the Chinese devs. You will wonder who the hell Luna Snow is (K-Pop Dazzler), and why Moon Knight has a Chinese-style skin option (especially since Moon Night is an Egyptian deity's avatar, but Lunar New Year puns are whatever)

Including Psylocke and a Chinese Iron Fist (bye, Danny Rand) is cool, but surprising if you're expecting American Marvel decisions

Male Characters

most of the men are stereotypical top heavy beefcakes who would go down instantly in a slight breeze

exceptions: Spider-Man is lithe, Bruce Banner is a twig, we can't see Strange's physique under his cloak, and the two small creature characters of Rocket & Jeff

Iron Fist and Winter Soldier should be closer to Spider-Man on the Lithe-to-Beefcake spectrum,

Namor stands out as he apparently mistook this for a Mr. International costume contest, which is not OOC for our K’uk’ulkan, but unusual in the line-up of "straight male fantasy" body types

AND WHY IS NAMOR'S VOICE SPANIARD? WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?

most of the male characters have no butt whatsoever, just rippling biceps

Winter Soldier has one of the flattest backsides I have ever seen....but one of the most artistically shaded groins...

THE MOST interesting character designs for a game trying to pass as straight-coded are Venom and Groot. They got backsides to match the female characters, as in PRONOUNCED

unpack that how you will...

Female Characters

it's a dude game, our ladies are Barbie dolls with back problems *shakes fist at Rob Liefeld*

Black Widow's bubble-butt is halfway up her back for some reason. Maybe the devs thought she is genetically part spider?

Cloak and Dagger are an odd inclusion. Dagger in her skintight, butt-crack suit is who you see most often as she prances around the battlefield on her tippy toes like Tinkerbell; and Cloak, one of three black playable characters in the game, is almost never visible and seems to have one line of dialogue. Tandy does all the talking and most of the playing

Magick looks great, whoever designed her understood the assignment

Squirrel Girl is the "progressive" token as a chunky girl, and except for an exposed midriff and bare thighs she's not overtly sexualized

why is cutscene Shuri so light-skinned? Her skintone is close to Loki's

Storm and Shuri have faces molded to look more attractive to Asian audiences (that emaciated, triangular shape) than to resemble Afro features, but that's a level of nitpickery I'm not committing to just yet

Hela is a diva so her looks are completely defensible, and season one she has perhaps the steamiest skin choice

with Emma Frost slated to release soon, they'll have new sexy skins to put on her so have fun, straight boys

Mantis, Scarlet Witch, and Psylocke aren't too different from their comic/film appearances in terms of design. Psylocke has always been cheeks-out and that is barely altered here, whereas Wanda is pretty covered up for Wanda

Final Thought(s)

In a game where headshots matter, it's so funny how many characters have heads smaller than one of their pecs/boobs

[kookies2000]

Today, I learned that half the Bunny Doll Burrow are space geeks. Because we just created a well detailed Space AU. Jax is an alien from a mountain tribe that uses sound as a weapon like Aztec tribes. Language like the native Japanese language. Gangle is a two-headed water snake/bug like alien from a water tribe on Jax planet, language is like japanese native language. And Kinger is baiscally Groot in the forest tribe. His language is just Groot language. The tribes work well with each other.

Pomni (robotics engineer) and Caine (robot captain) are married and run a spaceship together. Pomni crash lands the ship on Jaxs planet. Jax finds Ragatha (scientist of anything biological), and being a bunny doll server, Ragatha now has a thing for aliens. Of course, Zooble (scientist) disapproves until they meet Gangle. Then, they finally see the appeal of being attracted to aliens.

I'm not gonna show the Discord chats since they do involve a lot of concept art and writing from artists. I would rather not share their art/writing publicly. They get to choose when to do that. Credit to Turnip for the idea. We spent 34 hours nonstop creating this AU a group.

Edit: Bubble is a ball shaped robot like bb-8 from Star Wars.

[ohbloggerimagines]

Could you write a fic about Peter making fun of Rocket being “pussy-whipped” and before Rocket can get say anything, Reader pipes up with “Pete, Rock is the only one on the ship getting any pussy soooo… what’s your point?”

Your wish is my command. Sorry if this sucks lol this is the first fic I've written in a long time and I might re-write this for you <3

You’d always known Rocket to be a hardass, of course, that's just who he was. Endless snarky and snide remarks, mostly towards Peter, that made you giggle. He definitely knew it made you laugh and would irritate the others just to hear you try and stifle a little snort here or there, and god, he loved it. 

Although, you weren’t safe from his endless teasing either, yet he was always softer with you. He didn’t think it was so obvious how head over heels he was for you or how he was always right there at your beck and call. 

“Rocky!” You shouted, fingers and mind tinkering away at your gun, adding modifications to it that you just had to have. “Yeah?” Rocket answered back from wherever he was nearby doing his own tinkering, “Can you bring me the uh-” Before you could answer, the tiny precise screwdriver you needed was already being handed to you. 

“Are you spying on me or just reading my mind?” You lightheartedly teased the raccoon, who always seemed to know just what you needed. It’s what you loved about him. “I’m just that good, doll.” Rocket’s toothy grin made you roll your eyes as you took the toll from his hand. “Thanks, smartypants.” You kissed his soft forehead, watching the hairs on his tail stand a little as they always did when he got a little giddy, as if he was blushing. He would swish his tail back and forth as if to try and not acknowledge how much he enjoyed your affection, but to everyone, including you, it was more than obvious. “Anything for you.” 

____

It was a slow day on the Milano, at least as slow as it could be, as you and the crew were traveling through space to some planet to do something, you were never sure what was going on, where you were going, that was all Peter’s job. You were along for the ride, and for Rocket, of course. 

With the ship on autopilot, everyone was hanging out in the ‘common area’ as you called it, which really was like a living room to you and Peter, the only Terrans on the ship. You sat on the large couch, eyes glancing over now and then at Rocket, who seemed deep into a game similar to Earth’s chess, with Peter. You could see his tail swinging back and forth in light irritation as the game carried on. 

Mantis sat on the other end, quietly meditating to herself, which she always seemed to do when everyone was talking and being joyful. You wondered if she fed off of the pleasant energy, or if she just enjoyed the noise. Meanwhile Gamora, with a little Groot on her shoulder, Nebula and Drax all sat together having light talk and sharpening weapons. 

You did have something to do though, and that was to fix Peter’s walkman. The headphone jack had become ‘loose or something, I don't know, just fix it for me pleeeeaase’ as Peter described, or really begged. It was clear after all the wear and tear the damn thing went through, it was a little beat up. 

“DAMN IT!” You jumped a little from your seat when you heard Rocket’s fist hit the table and a few game pieces hit the floor. “Ha! I win again, trash panda!” Peter smirked, leaning back into his chair confidently. “Screw you, you’ve got to be cheating or something.” Rocket snarled, to which Peter just laughed, “No, You’re just mad I’m better than you at something.” “You fuckin’ wish.” Rocket huffed, sliding down his seat a bit. 

“Y/N?” Peter called to you, “Yes Peter?” You sighed, shaking your head with a smile, “Is my walkman almost done?” He asked, like a child waiting for a toy to be fixed. “Almost, just be patient.” Peter groaned lightly and pouted a bit, but sat right up again when Rocket demanded a rematch. “You’re on!”

“Hey, Rock?” You spoke softly, not even glancing up from the walkman, “Can you go grab me some water please?” You sat up straight, back cracking from being slouched over. Rocket's feet hit the ground from the obviously higher than him chair, “ ‘Course.” 

Peter scoffed and grinned, “Come on man, we’re in the middle of the game!” “Shut up, I needed to get up and walk a minute anyway.” Rocket retaliated, ears flattening to his head in annoyance. 

“Jesus man, you gonna do everything for her?” Peter teased. You noticed Mantis opened one of her eyes to silently eavesdrop. 

“No, I don’t have to, I told you I wanted to get up anyway, and this is a good excuse to do it!”  “Rock-” You started, reaching out to him as he walked past you to make his way to the kitchen. 

“Man, you are pussy whipped!” 

Mantis had both eyes open now. 

Everyone else had been silently watching as well. 

Rocket’s mouth opened, ready to snap back at Peter, determined to get the last word,

“Hey Pete,” You smirked, “Rocket is the only one on this ship getting any pussy anyways, so what the hell is your point?” You tossed him his walkman, and watched his mouth slowly fall agape as he caught it. 

No one knew what to say, until Drax burst into laughter, causing everyone else to follow suit. “She really got you!” “I- wha- Hey, that's just, gross!” Peter huffed, upset that someone had stunned him. 

You glanced over at Rocket, who was staring at you almost lovingly, for the way you snapped back at Peter made him fall even harder for you. 

“Get fucked, Pete!” Rocket laughed, “Oh, wait, no one wants to!” He added, his machismo attitude almost bursting at the seams. 

You got up from your spot on the couch, bumping Rocket teasingly, “Come on, don’t be mean to the poor guy, he doesn’t need to be reminded.” Winking at Rocket, making his heart flutter a bit and that tail to get slightly prickly with love. 

“I’m gonna go get that water for you, sweets.” Rocket said, “I’ll come with you, I was sitting for a bit too.” You tousled the fur on his head. 

“You gotta go together for that, too?” Peter started, “Pete,” You glanced over your shoulder at him, “I can break that walkman just as fast as I can fix it.” 

Peter crossed his arms and huffed. 

You walked in front of Rocket, always a step ahead, and jumped when you felt your ass get slapped. You turned to scold Rocket, only to find his grinning ear to ear at a very jealous Starlord. 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. Damn that raccoon.

[aliasrocket]

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲.” — a collection of works I’ve done, mainly surrounding rocket raccoon. last updated : 07.25.2023

𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒. full summary in links below. All go to AO3. click to scroll previews.

───── 𖤐 rocket raccoon / reader. 𖤐 ─────

��� HORRIBLE. 11k. smut. friends with benefits goes wrong.

⌗ LAST (FRIDAY) NIGHT. 16k. smut. angst. one night stand, catching feelings + a little adventure.

⌗ MISERY BUSINESS. 7k. smut. hatefucking. that’s actually it.

⌗ CHERRY CHAPSTICK SMILE. 2.3k. fluff. first date.

⌗ YOU’RE MY BABY (SAY IT TO ME.) 6.7k. smut. angst. one night stand pt. 2. drunk sex.

⌗ ANTIQUE DOLL. 2.1k. smut. fluff. kitchen sex, established relationship + a twist.

───── rocket raccoon. ─────

⌗ LOWER YOUR WEAPONS. 1.8k. angst. nebula visits rocket months after vol. 3.

⌗ HOW CAN I TRY TO EXPLAIN? 1.6k. angst. rocket goes to therapy. And it’s messy.

───── rocket raccoon / peter quill. ─────

⌗ ROCKET IS NOT DEAD. 0.5k. angst. “I am not. Letting him. Go.”

───── gotg. ─────

⌗ GROOT’S ROCKET. 1.8k. Since the extinction of his entire species, Groot had been hopping around, getting released from one prison to the next. That was until he met Rocket.

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑. click here to scoll the drabbles.

───── 𖤐 drabbles. 𖤐 ─────

rocket & reader go to an amusement park. fluff.

rocket/bartender!reader. smut.

rocket/reader get *ahem* interrupted. smut.

bdsm!reader introduces rocket to bdsm. smut.

reader catches rocket’s fluffy fur after a shower. fluff.

rocket/reader’s first date. fluff.

rocket with a small-chested reader. nsfw. fluff.

rocket with a large-chested reader. nsfw. fluff.

rocket x engineer/mechanic!reader bickering. fluff.

rocket gets jealous over you and quill. fluff.

rocket and reader fight. angst.

rocket and reader waking up after a fun night together. fluff.

mantis outing rocket’s crush on reader. fluff.

rocket stripping off a victorian era suit while ranting to you.

complimenting rocket’s singing voice. fluff.

rocket x musician reader. fluff.

rocket introduces you to the rest of the guardians. fluff.

rocket visits pole dancer reader. fluff.

you’re nebula’s friend, and off bounds but you’re so hot. suggestive

───── headcanons. ─────

Rocket crushing on gender neutral reader.

fun rocket headcanons.

kraglin and groot help take care of the kids from h.e.

───── gifs. ─────

Rocket in his iconic orange jumpsuit.

Peter Quill (guardians of the galaxy vol. 3).

[raccoonfallsharder]

⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆(a meetgroot*) COMPLETE 7/19 ❤︎❤︎

Part Three. Candied Apples.

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 3/3 parts | word count: 44,521. COMPLETE FRIDAY, JULY 19.

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall masterlist | main masterlist giftwrap: a follow-up to ⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣windfall

thievery in the garden. see warnings below.

You’re laughing when Rocket finds you: perched in Groot’s garden on the rooftop of your shared building, surrounded by stringlights and the glossy garden greenery. You and Groot are both wrapped up in dusk-purple shadows and warm little glimmers: heads bowed toward each other while you chuckle and chatter softly, whispers wreathing in and out of the redolence of ripe fruit and sweet flowers. Fey specks of pollen dance in the glow of haloed plasma orbs, all tiny and clinking merrily. Rocket’s pretty sure nothing sounds as nice as your little laugh, though. You don’t notice him at first — which he doesn’t mind at all. It gives him a chance to take you in: rumpled holey cardigan looped over your elbows, the lavender bow of your sundress tied primly between your shoulderblades. Cosmo had met him where he’d docked the Bowie — trotting beside him while he’d strolled through the Knowhere streets, mentally latched onto the coordinates of your little “community garden” like a high-grade nav-system. She’d been telling him how you’d been working all day — up on your rooftop, coaching the kids, feeding the raccoons. She’d been as surprised as Rocket when you hadn’t been there. But then he’d glanced up from the edge of the roof and his eyes had lit on the vines of Groot’s garden, dangling over the higher rooftop a few buildings down, and somehow he’d just known. You’d come here, of course — cleaned yourself up a little, he realizes now, grateful he’d stopped in his own apartment to do the same. He stares at you now, and imagines how carefully you must’ve gotten yourself tied up in this fragile little dress he’d been obsessing over. And then you’d set up this cute little homecoming dinner. All for him.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣read more on ao3 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑

forty pages and 18,800+ words on this final chapter alone. now ⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall is complete so i can go vomit and then hide under my bed with a pint of mint gelato. i truly, truly hope you enjoyed and i'm not anxious or crying about it at all (final chapters are so goddamn DIFFICULT). special love to my shy, ultra-feminine friends out there - this one's for you. (oh, and if you haven't read giftwrap yet, it was meant to be a follow-up to this, so you may wanna check it out ig)

WARNINGS: so much dirty talk/teasing/begging. dom/sub vibes, nipple-play, edging. low-grade humiliation maybe?, light degradation, fervent praise. mentions of exhibitionism, oral sex, bondage. pet names like angel, sweetheart, doll, etc. beware the tail + lots of sucking-on-fingers.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall masterlist | main masterlist fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

dividers & banners by @/saradika-graphics

[drunkfightingllamas]

Conversations With The Cave Troll!

I'll get this out of the way, first, I had a great Father's Day weekend, we had a wonderful time as a family, and I had some brilliant presents that I am very thankful for.

My sort of problem is not so much one of the presents, more a problem with how Tonka and The Monkey Nut procured it.

I got a doll of Bruno from the film Encanto. Let me be absolutely clear, I love this doll, and all my others, I have dolls of Pinkie Pie (Human and Pony), Twilight Sparkle (Human only), Mirabel from Encanto, Moana, Stich, Freddie Mercury, Elvira, Groot, Danger Mouse, Grogu, and even an Alopecia Barbie, and I love them all and am proud to own them.

No, my problem isn't with the doll itself, it's that before they bought it, they didn't talk about it.

[gimmiesomehoneynsugar]

Hiya! First of all, I love your writing style! It's so descriptive and it feels like being there. 💜

Second, I was so excited to see requests are open for that reason!

There's a request I would like to make and would enjoy reading if you feel like doing this one. What if the female reader was really moody and Rocket couldn't figure out why until he discovers she's on her period and tries to make her feel better? Would definitely help me this week to read about it. 😅

Thank you for your time, hun! ❤

Ugh my heart! Your too kind really, I have never seen Rocket react with someone on their period so I had a lot of fun figuring it out so hear you go a little something for your week. This is short but sweet kinda story I hope you enjoy.

Learn My Anatomy

Word count 766, Fluff to the nines Rocket x Fem Reader

You’ve just woken up from your girlfriend Y/N groaning in the bathroom, you can hear the sounds of plastic ruffles echo through the door, as you rub your crusted eyes open your curiosity peaks.

“You good Doll?” You ask in a raspy tone as you slowly sit up in the warm bed, removing the covers and grabbing your shirt as you walk to the bathroom door. She sighs as the door opens, she walks over to you to give you your daily quota or headscatches.

Her nails aren’t long but long enough to hit that sweet spot behind your ear, your tail swishes a bit as you smile up to her. “I’mma get food, want anything,” you ask, her head quips in agreement as she crawls back into bed.

You pull your shirt on and walk into the kitchen grabbing breakfast, some kind of blue egg and green bacon, along with coffee of course, cutersy of Drax and Mantis for getting up so early.

You wander back in to see her groaning as she takes pain meds? You place the food down pacing over to her where she sits, you place a hand on her thigh in worry. she looks like she just got stabbed with that scowl you thought.

“Rocket I can’t do anything today, just need a break day y'know,” she muttered as she gripped onto her stomach, you nodded in agreement asking if she needed a medpack?

All she did was chuckle, rubbing her thumb across your cheek. Every time she looked at you with that pain riddled smile it made your heart ache. You tried to kiss her but she angrily rejected you, you felt offended and left her to own devices for the day.

Besides you were busy, well when weren't you busy, Quill and Drax always broke something while Groot needed to annoy you in a new way. Then it hit you like a brick, didn’t Gamora and Mantis act similar recently maybe they know what’s happening.

You walked over to Gamora's room where they both sat holding up two different knives comparing them as girls did of course. You knocked on the open , they invite you in.

“Great timing Rocket who’s knife could kill more, mine or Gamoras?” Asked Mantis, Gamora huffed in agreement.

“Hmm probably Gamora's more sharp edges, anyway I didn’t come here to compare knives,” you said. They looked at you curiously, you rarely ask anything of them.

“Y/N is sick but I don’t know the cure, she’s acting how you two were a couple days ago, it looks like she got stabbed and she just really angry for no reason,” you explained worriedly, they look at each other giggling cracking up.

“Rocket, do you know about periods?” Gamora asks you, your head tilts in curiosity as she explains the horrific week she’s going through, the pounds of blood, the cramps and mood swings she and Mantis explained to their best abilities.

“So there ain’t no cure,”

“Nada”

“So how can I help her,”

Mantis retreats back to her room and Gamora gose her cupboard, she pulls out some Terran chocolates Quill got her and Mantis brings back an already hot water bottle.

“Give these to her and you’ll be her favourite forever,” Mantis says with Gamora agreeing.

“If she kills me im coming for you both,” You scowl at them, you quickly pace back to you room to see her curled up in her blanket groaning in pain watching her favourite show.

“You good Doll?” You ask rhetorically, she sits up ready to chew you out, she then sees the offereings and quickly snatches them to her side. Placing the hot water bottle on her stomach and nibbling on the chocolates she looks up to you gratefully.

You chuckle at her gremlin-like actions as you crawl next to her, in seconds she scoops you up into her embrace you now in your favourite seat, her lap. You turn your head to kiss her cheek but in seconds Quill bursts through the door.

“Hey why are you both being so lazy we’re got shit to do,” he demands you both get up. Y/N is about to kill him but you quickly stop her by throwing an empty water bottle at his head, you can hear it thunk off his head as he retreats scurrying out of the room.

Y/N can’t help but giggle at your tactics, while she hugs you arms wrapped around your chest she then plants a kiss on your cheek saying with a gentle smile.

“My Hero,” Y/N says praising you, your face can’t help but form a satisfied grin as you lean back into her arms.

My requests are still open if anyone has any ideas~

[tiniebuggy]

hello ˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶ i am buggy

ᥫ᭡ welcome to my blog ᥫ᭡

please read my about info below (includes interests + do not interact as well)

🐛 about 🐛

☄︎ my regressed age range is 0-4

☄︎ my big age is 22

☄︎ i am multiply disabled

☄︎ i am jewish both culturally and religiously

☄︎ i am transmasculine (not a trans man)

☄︎ i regress due to my disabilities + severe childhood trauma

☄︎ i use baby talk when i regress so if that is a problem for you please do not follow me

☄︎ i also speak in the third person while regressed again if that bothers you please do not follow me

☄︎ the way i type might come across odd or choppy at times this is due to me not forcing myself to mask so again if that irritates you please do not follow me

☄︎ i have had other regression blogs in the past and they have not gone very well for me as the community was not accepting of the ways i regress / how i expressed my regression but i hope this time will be different

🐌 interests 🐌

i love disney

𓆸 my favorite disney princesses are aurora, ariel, and mulan

𓆸 my favorite disney movies are monsters inc, winnie the pooh, 101 dalmatians, ratatouille, the incredibles, and dumbo

𓆸 i absolutely love disneyland and i would live there if i could my favorite rides are space mountain, storybook land canal boats, guardians of the galaxy mission breakout, and the incredicoaster

i love marvel

𓆸 my favorite marvel character when i’m small is baby groot i love him lots

𓆸 my favorite marvel movies are guardians of the galaxy 2, all the avengers movies, wandavision, and captain america 1

i love sanrio

𓆸 my favorite sanrio characters are my melody, kuromi, and cinnamoroll

i love care bears

𓆸 my favorite care bears are bedtime bear, tenderheart bear, and grumpy bear

i love 2000s nostalgia

𓆸 my favorite 2000s tv shows are scooby doo, rugrats, thomas the train, charlie brown (especially snoopy), sesame street, blue’s clue’s, and the muppets

𓆸 my favorite 2000s movies are the barbie movies (especially fairytopia and magic of pegasus), the american girl doll movies, aquamarine, ella enchanted, thomas and the magic railroad, parent trap, and the wiggles space dancing

i love sitcoms

𓆸 my favorite sitcoms are full house, bewitched, one day at a time, spin city, and modern family

i love animals

𓆸 my favorite animals are bunnies, horses, snow leopards, red pandas, blow fishes, deer, penguins, sharks, otters, crows, axolotls, caterpillars, polar bears, and cows

𓆸 this list is always updating

🐞 do not interact 🐞

𖧧 any nsfw, k!nk, abdl, ddlg, cgl, or otherwise 18+ blog

𖧧 if you’re racist, antisemitic, homophobic, transphobic, fatphobic, ableist or otherwise bigoted in any way

𖧧 if you’re an anti-theist

𖧧 if you are anti impure / vent regression

𖧧 though my blog is entirely sfw, i am 22 years old so i would prefer if nobody under the age of 16 followed / interacted with me

ᥫ᭡ if you see this send an ask ᥫ᭡

[vrisrezis]

Hello can I please get a rocket x fem!human reader set during gotg vol 3 like a oneshot that virtually goes over the events. Also they have an established relationship and the reader have known him since vol 1. Please if it's not too much work!

Okay didn’t go through the course of the whole movie because I wanna wait till it’s available on Disney+ so I can actually go back and rewatch it in case I miss anything, I feel like I’d miss a lot of details because I’m forgetful as fuck but here :) a short snippet of what’s to come . anyways spoilers for vol 3

You’d been crying for what felt like forever, anytime you weren’t threatening the life of another, despite peters protests, you were crying your eyes out. This shits been rough on all of you, but especially you and Peter. It was rough for groot too. But you and Peter took this especially hard. Rocket was so important and your determination to make sure rocket lived to see this through was huge. You’d known Peter for most of your life, Peter had always had a love for animals. The first thing you ever learnt about him was that he beat the shit out of some kids that killed a random frog.

Peter had never, ever in his life seen you this way. You were being more serious than nebula was, when it came to absolutely no hesitation in beating the shut out of your enemies.

And when you though rocket was gone, when you saw Peter refuse to acknowledge rockets death. That he wasn’t going to give up on him, you thought it was over. That you’d lost the one person you felt made you complete. Made you whole. You lost so many people, that it just feels part of the course to lose the most important one. You didn’t refuse it, but rather, you didn’t even acknowledge it. It was like you were somewhere else, many tears stroke down your cheeks but you were in a completely different world. You could no longer hear the screaming, the sobbing, but rather you heard white noise.

And then suddenly, it was back. He was back. And all of a sudden, you could hear again, see again. He sat up, and you didn’t even give him time to register that he was being squeezed almost to death by you. You stroke the back of his head, something you only ever did to him when you needed comfort. And even then, comfort in extremely bad and rare cases. “I love you but if you scare me like that again I will beat the shit outta you.” you threaten, and rocket simply laughs, hugging you back. “Yeah whatever you say, doll.”