#guardians of the galaxy 3 fanfic

[prettybabytattoos]

peter quill adores your tits.

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

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

[spockiguess]

Breeding Jealousy Part 1 || Peter Quill x Fem!Reader

A/N: This took me way too long to finish, but here’s the first part of a two (maybe three, no promises) part series. Thank you so much to Sav for helping me edit and leaving very silly comments on my Doc. I know my Quill fics are so incredibly out of left field, but my track record shows that this should actually be expected! So hah! Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this even if it took me a couple of days. I’m thinking of writing a Peter x Male/GN reader, so let me know if y’all would want to see that. 

Warnings: Smut, Use of Terms like Cunt and Pussy

Pairing: Peter Quill/Female Reader

Sure, you loved being a Guardian, but it definitely came with its hang ups. Be it the death-defying dance you had to walk every time you encountered another fuckhead with god-like abilities or the sickening injuries sustained from those perilous fights, being a part of Peter Quill’s infamous group of heroic outlaws took a heavy toll most days. 

Lately, you’ve been finding yourself exhausted beyond comprehension and in dire need of release. So, after much pushing from Mantis and even Nebula, you decided to have a night where you let all inhibitions loose and finally got dicked down in the way you most deserved. 

And that came in the form of you putting on your tightest, blackest, latex dress that just barely covered your ass and smearing on the sultriest makeup you could think up all to visit one of Knowhere’s many clubs. Being a planet made up of mostly outlaws, the people knew how to fucking party. 

Excitement coursed through your veins, and you exited your tiny bathroom ready to conquer the world. 

Futuristic black heels clacked against the metal floors of your shared housing with a resounding confidence as you traversed multiple floors and staircases, purse in hand. 

You felt alive for the first time in eight months, and when you entered the common area, you acknowledged Peter–your captain and longtime crush–with a nonchalant wave, barely even bothered by the way he looked you up and down multiple times. 

“Where’re you going?” Peter asked incredulously. 

“Out,” You answered back excitedly, a wide grin plastered across your face. 

With a shocked expression, Peter muttered to himself doubtfully, “Out. Yeah, right. Out,” before he spoke up again, “So where is this out?” 

Pausing just before the door, you turned back to Peter, unwavering, “Korthax.” Peter spluttered, knocking over his drink and immediately rose from his seat. 

“You’re going to Korthax looking like that? Why?” Peter crossed his arms and you sighed knowing your fun would have to wait until Peter’s little interrogation was over. 

Deciding not to answer his question for now, you teased Peter, “Looking like what, exactly?” Peter just scoffed and motioned to your body, as if that explained everything. 

Rolling your eyes playfully, you shrugged, “I’m just going out to have fun and hopefully sleep in a bed that isn’t mine tonight. Does that bother you?” 

Peter scoffed again, completely unwilling to believe what he was seeing, “Yes, actually, it does bother me.” 

This time, you were the one to scoff, “Okay, why? I’m an adult, aren’t I? I get to choose how I spend my free time.” 

Peter wasn’t having any of it and crossed the room in a few long strides, getting right in your face, “Not when those choices could put you in a ton of danger.” Peter gave his best serious face but rejoiced internally, totally satisfied with his response. His argument had practically no holes, he thought. 

“Right, because when we face off against literal gods, that’s fine. But when I want to go out, then it’s a problem. Thanks, I get it now.” You were being a little rude and extremely sarcastic, but at this point, you were fed up with Peter’s sudden interest in your personal life and how you conducted it. 

Peter short circuited, his brain literally could not think of one smart response to that. With what you were insinuating, you were right. Peter himself constantly puts you in danger, so why is now any different? 

Still, Peter wasn’t a man known for backing down against good logic, so he doubled down and got even closer, “Do you know how dangerous some of these people are? At least with the people we fight, you know what they’re capable of. Here, you’re at a disadvantage– you feel too safe.” 

You were also extremely hard-headed, so you got closer as well, your faces just mere inches away from each other, “These are your people, are they not? You banter with them, you literally call them family. And now they’re suddenly big scary monsters just waiting to take advantage of me? What a crock of shit.” 

Peter blew a big puff of air out of his flaring nose, obviously annoyed with your indignation at his abrupt prodding. Peter was backed into a corner, you were much smarter than people gave you credit for. Speaking harshly, Peter began, “Fine. You want the truth?”

You cocked your head to the side, your face sprouting a vicious smile as you rested your hands on your hips, “Yes, Peter, I’d love the truth.” 

A minute passed before Peter finally began to swallow all of his anxiety and fears regarding his feelings about you, he reasoned it was about time to let the truth flow anyway. “I like you. I mean, I really like you.” 

Peter spoke lowly, his voice a resentful whisper, “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the first day I saw you. So imagine being me, seeing you, wearing that, and you’re talking about spending your night with some cheap lowlife when I’m right here. Now that is a crock of shit.”

Oh. Well, that certainly puts a dent in your plan. Well, fuck it, you thought. Taking Peter’s face in your hands, you pressed your soft, rouged lips against his and pressed your body against him, trying to communicate the utter want you’ve felt for him ever since you joined his ragtag band of misfits. 

Peter groaned wantonly, his calloused hands flying to the seat of your ass and squeezing greedily as he deepened the passionate kiss. Fireworks went off in your head. It was all finally happening. 

Peter’s tongue swiped against your lips and you opened them in hazy approval, letting him dominate your very being with not one complaint. 

Soon, you had to break away to catch your breath. A single strand of saliva kept the two of you connected before it broke off and landed on your chins. A fog of lust clouded your minds and the only thing you could think about was getting in the other’s pants. 

Peter was one step ahead of the curve though, and before you knew it, you were being hauled up and over Peter’s shoulder. With a yelp, you dropped your purse and your already short dress rode up even farther, leaving you shivering at the feeling of the cool air hitting your thinly clothed pussy. 

Peter noticed this immediately (you swore his brain was wired to scope out anything even slightly appealing within a ten mile radius), and slapped your bare ass, commenting, “Seriously, a thong? How desperate were you?” 

You slapped his ass in return, “Oh, fuck you.” 

“You’re certainly about to,” Peter grinned wickedly. 

Eventually, you made it to Peter’s cramped bedroom and he carefully laid you on his raggedy bed, admiring you for a long moment. Having abandoned your heels on the trek there, you teasingly ran one of your feet against Peter’s tented pants, beckoning him closer. 

Peter hastily obliged and dove in, kissing you wildly as he bunched your dress above your hips and situated himself between your spread legs. His large hands traversed your mostly naked skin before his fingers hooked under the waistband of your thong and yanked them down. 

You gasped and Peter took this opportunity to capture you in another heated kiss while his thumb slid through your slick folds and honed in on your throbbing clit. Moaning, you kissed Peter back feverishly, your hand coming down to grip his wrist as he rubbed your clit in slow circles. 

Breaking apart once again, Peter kissed along the length of your neck before biting your collarbone, then soothing the mark with his tongue. Your other hand flew to Peter’s hair which you grabbed a tuft of and tugged. Peter groaned, pressing against your clit harder, causing you to moan in return. 

Sliding down your body, Peter’s face aligned with your weeping cunt before he gave you a cocky look (one eyebrow arched, smile devilishly lopsided) and licked a hot stripe along your pussy, his mouth locking around your clit.

You bucked into Peter’s face and pulled at his hair even more, jerking at the vibrations his breathless moans sent straight into your aching core. Everything felt hot: your body, your soul, the very air in the room, you couldn’t focus on a single thing. 

All you knew in that moment was Peter’s eager mouth licking and sucking at your most sensitive spot with a hunger unparalleled. The action sent a blindingly hot energy rippling through you, like an electric current traveling through a copper wire, making you gasp in pleasure. 

Your fingers wound tighter into Peter’s luscious hair as you felt this energy ball up in the depths of your core and send radiating shockwaves that caused you to yell Peter’s name like it was a divine prayer capable of saving you from this sinful hedonism. 

Wetness dripped from Peter’s chin as your body spasmed and that energy finally released in a seemingly cosmic explosion that sent stars reeling across the universe. Still experiencing the aftershocks, Peter came back up and kissed you long and hard, his hand coming to hold the back of your neck.

Feeling somewhat devious, you gathered up the gumption to lock your legs around Peter’s waist and force him onto his back with a blanket-muffled thump. Not wasting a second, you rearranged yourself so that you were now sitting between Peter’s muscular legs. 

The outlaw was still wearing his faded jeans, so you made quick work of them by popping the button, pulling the zipper, and tugging both his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. 

Peter smiled widely, chuckling, “Eager, aren’t we?” You grinned, watching as his dick sprang to life and slapped against his toned belly. It was big, in both length and width, and you wondered if you’d even be able to take half of it in your mouth.

You were a trooper, though, so you took his thick cock in your hand and retorted, “Oh, I can be bored, if you want,” mirroring his actions from earlier, you licked a wet stripe from Peter’s base to his tip, locking eyes with him before continuing, “That is totally do-able.” 

Peter rolled his eyes, about to make a comeback when you hoped for the best and swallowed as much of Peter’s dick as you could in one fell swoop. 

“Fuck!” Peter cursed, his hand flying to the back of your head and grabbing a bunch of hair. 

Peter’s immediate reaction only fueled your intense desire to please and you took more of his length into your mouth, trying to stop your gag reflex the moment his cock hit the back of your throat. Curly brown hairs tickled your nose once you reached the hilt, and you soothingly rubbed the sides of Peter’s thighs before resting your hands on his, pushing down to signal that you would really like to be face-fucked. 

Peter got the memo and swore again before bracing himself against the bed. Not a moment passed before your mouth was being used like some sort of personal masturbator and tears quickly filled your eyes as Peter’s dick ravaged your throat. 

What kept you going was hearing Peter’s utterly indecent moans and achy whines as he got himself off, desperately chasing his own nearing climax.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Peter whined, head falling back against his pillow.  

Soon, Peter’s breath began to hitch and his hips pistoned into your mouth with such speed that it almost made you dizzy. Only a few minutes later did Peter finally still and pump hot cum down your throat as his fingers dug further into your hair, keeping you right in place. 

Peter cooed, “That’s right, baby, take it all,” before he finally let go of your head. Catching your breath, you wiped some of the remnants marking your lips and made a show of licking it off your fingers. Peter was already getting hard again, but seeing that made all the blood rush from his head to his cock. 

“That good?” you teased, climbing back up Peter’s body. Peter only nodded before kissing you deeply, you could taste each other’s essences on your tongues. 

Feeling beat, you plopped down next to Peter’s still-heaving body after wrangling yourself out of your clothes and snuggled closely, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. Peter decided to ignore his dick for the moment and wormed his arms around your waist, bringing you even closer. The sun began to rise outside of his window, but it didn’t matter as the both of you fell asleep within moments. 

[spiderman-into-the-sapphiverse]

rewatching vol. 2 and Rocket literally tases gamora so she wouldn't die with quill on ego's planet and he says this and i'm feeling very very normal about that

he still blames himself for having a meltdown after lylla's murder instead of running. he thinks floor and teefs died because of that time he spent frozen in place in front of her body, only barely processing her death, so his first instinct when he undersands that quill is not going to make it is leave as fast as he can with the others. anyway!!!

[kinsey3furry300]

Me, going into Guardians of the Galaxy 3: “Oh Boy, time for a fun space romp with my space palls! Rocket is my favorate, so I hope we get lots of laughs with him” Me, leaving Guardians of the Galaxy 3: Cold, wet, afraid, unsure if i’ll ever recover emotionaly.

[raccoonfallsharder]

go to frickin' bed ✩࿐࿔ (the captain says to)

hey kiddo. snuggle up in your favorite blanket. drink some sleepytime tea. stop doomscrolling. let rocket put on his dad-glasses and read you a bedtime story. captain's orders.

in honor of it being finals season for many of you, i'm resharing the go to frickin' bed already drabble/minific from ✩࿐࿔ take what you need here, in full. ao3 version here.

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: 737.

You almost don’t hear him at first.

“Hey.” Rock snaps his fingers at you. “You with me?”

“Mmm?” You pick your eyes up from your work, and you’re surprised by how much they weigh. “Sorry? What?”

Rocket’s standing next to the couch, staring at you. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just catching up on some stuff,” you tell him, grimacing down at the Terran laptop cradled on your thighs. You close your eyes in annoyance, and wonder if you can get away with just, like, not opening them again.

“You look like shit.”

“And you know how to turn on the sweet-talk,” you say mildly.

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

You frown and reach for your coffee mug - take a sip before you realize it’s room-temperature, and grimace. You set the caffeine back down. “I don’t know. Like…” You try to calculate when you went to bed, then adjust for the time you probably spent scrolling on your phone, and compare it to when your alarm went off this morning. “Like, maybe fourish hours? Could’ve been five, but I woke up in the middle and it was hard to turn my brain off.”

His carnelian eyes narrow, and his ears flick toward you. “Aren’t you Terran humies supposed to get, like, seventeen hours of sleep or something?”

You choke. “What? No. That’s, like, cats or something. What the hell?”

“Well, how many, then?”

“Like - eight. Ideally. But I think some people need more and some need less.”

He eyes you witheringly. “I can tell you right now, you ain’t one of the ones who needs less.”

An exhausted laugh stumbles up your ribs and over your lips. “You’re such an ass.”

His eyes are still narrowed, tracking you. He pulls a thin piece of tech out of his pocket, then looks at you. “When d’you gotta get up tomorrow?”

You pull up your calendar. “God. Uh. Probably in like – ten hours?”

He holds up a clawed finger. “I’ll be back in one. Then I’m taking you to bed.”

You clutch imaginary pearls. “Buy me dinner first, dude.”

“Ohhh,” he drawls. “I see. You got jokes.” He’s still brandishing that single, sharp-clawed finger, extending his arm till it’s an inch away from the tip of your nose. “One hour. Get your shit together and in a good place to stop by then.” He snags your coffee mug. “And no more of this frickin’ poison tonight.” He gives you that stupid wink of his and turns to swagger away before tossing over his shoulder, “Captain’s orders.”

“Geeezus,” you groan, but as soon as he’s rounded the corner, you start trying to figure out what you can do before it’s time to wrap up. When Rocket gets an idea in his head, it’s not like you can do anything to stop him.

Sure enough, he’s back – too soon. You’d lost track of time once again, which is probably why you never go to bed at a reasonable hour in the first place.

What’s surprising isn’t that he’s back, but that he has a mug in his hands. From here, you can smell something peppermint-sweet, and you know it’s the Usarkian bedtime tea that Mantis brings you whenever she passes by Knowhere.

“C’mon,” he says impatiently, and you sigh and close your laptop. He stops you before you can bundle everything up in your arms, soundlessly handing you the tea while he collects your belongings and gestures for you to follow him with a brisk nod of his head. You sip the tea carefully as you trail after him – but he waits while you drink it, while you brush your teeth and get changed. “In,” he orders.

You want to tell him, This is fuckin’ ridiculous – but it’s also kind of nice. Meekly, you slide into bed, and he fully tucks you in, pulling the blankets up to your chin. Your eyes must be huge, but you let him, and you might think you had already fallen asleep and that this is all a dream – except he’s scowling and grumbling I gotta take care of everything around here while he fusses with the blankets, and that’s how you know he hasn’t been bodysnatched or something.

“All right,” he says gruffly. “I’m turnin’ out the lights.”

That brandished claw is back.

“And put your frickin’ phone-thing away, or I’ll turn off the Terran internet. You know I will.”

remember: brains don't retain jackshit without sleep, nutrients, and moments of rest.

you got this. you're gonna win your finals.

check the ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlistfor more self-care reminders, including eat somethin, take a fuckin study break, and drink some goddamn water (yeah that still means you).

[sweetaliencheeks]

✵ THE ONE WHERE SHE HATES HIM ✵

Word Count: ≈1.87k

Notes: I’m very happy to be back at writing and you have no idea of how much stuff I have lined up to post! I’m making some changes on how I post and how I write. I feel like I need to get out of my comfort zone and write more dialogue and less “inner thoughts”, though I’ll try to keep it balanced. Thank you all for your kind messages and as usual, a special thank you to my girly @tina-isleeping for always being there 🤍 don’t hesitate to leave a comment & give me all your criticism and suggestions!

Love you all x

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

My hands were still shaking as I marched toward the engine room. Part anger, part something I didn’t even want to think about. I just hated how much he got under my skin, how easy it was for him to make me lose my cool and make me absolutely livid in only a second. He had done it again. Rocket always had to go rogue, always had to show off and prove himself better than the others, always had to ignore the plan and pull some insane stunt that, as if to make it even more infuriating, somehow always worked. And now that we had gotten back to the ship, everyone was acting like it was fine and like everything had just gone perfectly. No one seemed to bother to mention the fact that he could have gotten himself killed and, very clearly, it wasn’t bothering him either. So there I was, angrily marching toward the engine room, preparing a whole speech in my head and muttering it to myself. Not that he’d ever take me seriously, but he was about to hear exactly how I felt. Whether he liked it or not.

“Oh, so this is what you’re doing? Sitting here like nothing happened?” I stomped into the room with my arms crossed tightly over my chest to find him fixing some bits.

“What’re you yappin’ about now?” he didn’t even bother to look up at me, which did nothing but throw gasoline into an already burning dumpster.

“Oh, nothing. Just maybe the part where you decided to, oh, I don’t know, completely ignore the plan and blow up the engine room of an entire space station without telling anyone?” I yelled as I sharply leaned towards him, my finger hovering just inches from his face, trembling with barely contained frustration “And wipe that stupid smirk off your face, Rocket! This isn’t funny!”

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” he looked up at me as he removed his goggles, revealing traces of powder and dust streaked across his fur, tracing the curve of his cheek and the bridge of his nose, a messy reminder of the reckless stunt he had just pulled. He flashed a cocky grin “You’re still standin’ here, screamin’ at me, ain’t ya? I must’ve done something right”

“I can’t stand you!” I dropped my arms limply to my sides, letting my head fall back in an exaggerated sigh of defeat “You’re so-” I groaned, not knowing what to say next “Right, you know what? The others might be scared of saying what they really think, but I’m not. So you wanna know what I think of you?”

“Not particularly, but I don’t think I’ve got a choice here” he leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, one foot propped up behind him like he couldn’t care any less.

“See? This is the problem! I hate that you’re always so smug, I hate that you don’t listen, and I hate that scratchy, annoying voice of yours that always sounds like you’re halfway to laughing at me” I started pacing around the room with exaggerated steps and sharp turns, the heels on my boots clicking against the metal floor and echoing with each stomp.

“This is very productive, please continue” one of his hands scratched idly at a smudge of powder on his cheek, boredom clear on his face. I spun on my heel, whipping my hair over my shoulder as I pivoted to face him again.

“You’re so full yourself! You always think you’re the smartest person in the room, which you are, because you’re incredibly bright and it makes it all even more annoying! And your jokes? Well, guess what? They’re stupid! But then sometimes you’ll randomly say something funny, and I hate that you make me laugh so often” I threw my head back with a groan, dragging my hands down my face as though I were physically pained by what I had just said “And you’re so loud and so rude, and I hate how your stupid fur is so… fluffy and shiny and-“

“You’ve been checking me out, huh?” he shifted his weight, leaning cockily to one side with a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. My hands didn’t know what to do as the heat began to spread from my cheeks down to my neck. First they clenched into fists at my sides, then flailed around, gesturing wildly, as if the air itself could have carried my embarrassment away. I ignored him.

“And I hate your dumb little hands that somehow still manage to fix everything and make me feel useless and can’t help but admire it. And your ears? I mean, why do they twitch like that all the time? It’s distracting and it’s annoying! And don’t even get me started on how you scrunch up your nose when you’re annoyed, that’s gotta be the dumbest thing you do! And those stupid big brown eyes of yours! Ugh- I mean, who even has eyes that expressive? That pretty? I hate them and I hate how you’re looking at me right now” I pointed another accusatory finger at him, nearly jabbing him, my whole body leaning into the motion for emphasis. But instead of backing up, he leaned forward just enough to meet me halfway, smirking all the while.

“Got anything else?”

“Oh, I’m just getting started!” as I raised my voice, I noticed how his ears twitched slightly, but he didn’t react beyond an exaggerated yawn “I hate how you’re always acting tough, but then you go and do something sweet like fixing my stupid little pink blaster that you hate so much even though I didn’t ask you to, because like, what am I supposed to do with that? And I hate when you check on me and when you walk by me so close that your fur tickles my skin, and I hate that you’re constantly in my head because the mere thought of you is insufferable, and-“

“And?” he raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking lazily behind him, as though he was daring me to keep going.

“And you’re…” I exhaled loudly “You’re brave. And you’re caring, even though you act like you aren’t. And you’re clever, and you’re good at literally everything, which is just so irritating” I glanced at him briefly, panic flickering in my eyes as I slowly realised what I had said. Before I whirled away to carry on with my furious pacing, I noticed how he had tilted his head, eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint.

“You sure this is a hate list? Sounds like somethin’ else” his smirk widened into something almost teasing, his sharp teeth just barely showing as he leaned forward again. His claws tapped lightly against his belt, and although it seemed casual, it was brimming with arrogance and amusement. I straightened my back and lifted my chin, trying to act like l was far too dignified to let him get to me.

“And when you smile it’s like, I don’t know, the stars are jealous or something” my gaze darted to him briefly, then to the ceiling, then to the floor, literally anywhere but his eyes, as I pretended not to see the smug grin that had spread through his face “And above all, I hate that I don’t actually hate you at all”

“Oh, ya don’t?” despite the sarcasm in his voice, his ears twitched forward and locked on me like he was hanging on every flustered word coming out of my mouth.

“No, I don’t hate you. In fact, I like you. I like your stupid fur and your dumb ears and your infuriating smirk and how literally every single thing about you drives me absolutely wild” the corner of his mouth twitched once, deliberately, as if he was trying to hold back a grin but didn’t really want to. His posture exuding that smug satisfaction he wore so well “Don’t do that, Rocket! Don’t act like you knew!”

“Oh, I totally knew. But I gotta admit, it’s nice hearin’ you say it out loud” as he spoke, his smirk softened into something quieter, the sharpness fading until it became a soft, subtle curve. And if I hadn’t been so angry at him, I might have seen the affection beneath the teasing.

“You’re unbearable” with a quick, fluid motion, he hopped onto a nearby crate, his claws scraping faintly against the surface as he steadied himself.

“And yet,” he drawled, his voice dripping with smug amusement “You can’t stay away” my eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the sudden shift in our dynamic. Having him so close was beyond disturbing, and the unexpected eye contact threw me off balance and made my breath hitch in my throat.

“Someone’s gotta keep you in line” I replied in the most nonchalant way that I could, before stepping closer and planting a hand on my hip. His nose twitched in response, and he let out the faintest hum of mock consideration, dragging out the silence before delivering the line.

“Good luck with that” he chuckled as he took a step towards me “And for what it’s worth, I like you too, always have. And I gotta say, I like it when you go on these little rants about me, makes me feel special” despite the terrible wink he gave me that almost made me cave in, I noticed how his claws drummed lightly against his arm, and how the uneven rhythm betrayed a hint of nervousness he would never admit to “So… now that we’ve got the whole you like me, I like you thing out of the way, what’re you gonna do about it?” his gaze was steady and unrelenting, and the question hung in the air with an edge of teasing that didn’t quite mask the sincerity underneath. How could I ever hate him?

“What I’m gonna do is forget we ever said anything” I rolled my eyes, trying to deflect his question, but I couldn’t deny the faint flush on my cheeks.

“Yeah? Too bad you ain’t that convincing” his claws came up to scratch at his jaw, feigning distraction, but his gleaming eyes gave away just how much he was enjoying himself.

“Oh, I’m plenty convincing” my finger jabbed towards him, stopping only when it reached his chest as I leaned in, eyes blazing with determination, and closing the already small gap between us.

“Then why are you standing so close, doll?” his voice dropped to a smooth, husky tone, and a sudden heat flushed through me. It was completely overwhelming and it was making it impossible for me to find something to say and reassert control.

“Maybe I’m just waiting to see if you’ll back off first” I finally said. There was a short pause before Rocket let out a low chuckle and took a deliberate step back.

“Ain’t gonna happen” his voice sounded calm but unyielding, with a rasp of stubbornness and a flicker of playful challenge. I felt his hand brush my waist, so lightly that it was barely there, it was just enough so I could feel it. I watched him lean in, slowly and deliberately, like he was about to kiss me. Like he wanted to kiss me. My breath got caught in my throat and my heart stumbled for half a second in anticipation, but as I was about to close my eyes, he stopped. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and tried to act as if I wasn’t getting hot all over from this. His mouth hovered so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips and the heat of his body. Then he gave me his most handsome smirk and he pulled away. Before I could say anything else, he turned around in a smooth and unhurried motion, jumped off the crate he was standing on, and simply started walking away.

“Ya know where to find me when you’re ready” without looking back, he raised a hand in an almost casual wave, a silent, teasing farewell that dared me to follow.

“Has no one ever told you that you don’t start something you don’t plan on finishing, Rocket?” I yelled after him before lowering my voice. With a smirk, I waited until he was no longer in sight to take a step forward “And I always know where to find you, baby”

[sincerelykarai]

Guardians of the Galaxy headcanons! (Part 2)

Guardians of the Galaxy headcanon compilation! 1 2 3 4

Authors Note: If you haven't read part 1 I suggest you do because some of the headcanons might link up with eachother so context-wise read it ^^

• So you know Rocket's baby raccoons named Frank and Nancy? (After Frank and Nancy Sinatra) They're the two babies who have the closest bond to eachother so that's why Rocket named them after the couple • Nebula sometimes has nightmares of what Thanos did to her (the whole body parts being replaced thing) and she would definitely have some form of body dysmorphia (did I spell that right?) Since sometimes she can't tell which body parts are her actual parts and which are just body parts • Adam Warlock loves learning about the ship and everything around him everytime the Guardians go to a new planet. He'd probably read a lot too so maybe he'd see a plant and just blurt out "Hey that flower only blooms during cooler weather!" Or something like that • When the Guardians first formed in vol 1 Rocket had a small itty bitty crush on Gamora (hence the "No I'm serious I heard they found you attractive" comment he makes) but when he realised Quill actually liked her he laid off and the crush kinda just went away after awhile

• Rocket gossips with Nebula. That's it. That's the headcanon.

• Groot sheds? I know that sounds really weird but there r trees that have paper bark and that paper bark can peel off so maybe Groot just leaves little pieces of bark and sticks around the ship?

Lemme know if you want part 3!

[mentalidrainedfangirl]

the devil works hard, but fanfic writers work harder 🙌

[aliasrocket]

MISERY BUSINESS．．҂

about. Rocket Raccoon x reader. 7,122 words.

Life had been easy with the guardians since they took you in. During meals, you earn smiles from all around the table except for one person.

He also happens to be your bunk mate, and the bathroom’s an entire hallway away. (Smut warning!!)

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“Apologize for breaking my shit,” Rocket demanded.

Fuck.

You could feel it lowering in your shorts.

“Fuck you,” you spat. “You should apologize to me for refusing to give me a fucking chance.”

“Apologize before I do something we both regret,” Rocket warned again. “You think I haven’t noticed the shit you’ve been pulling, hm? The answer has always been no.”

Your eyes widened. Your hands dropped to your sides, your thumb rubbing against the side of your index finger. Moist. It glided in perfect circles from the liquid heat you had been accumulating on your palms. But that hadn’t been the only place it was invading.

“What?”

Ruined.

He hadn’t even muttered his answer before you felt your heart pound along the edges of your ribcage. Your gut churned. You wonder if that was bile you could feel traveling up your system.

“Oh, god,” he muttered. His eyes were invading every inch of your body, even if you were clothed you could feel them climb along the swell of your hips to the dip in your waist.

“Apologize,” he bade again, this time using your name.

Your dry lips trembled as they parted.

Of course there hadn’t been any other option in your mind. The way Rocket had been looking at you was almost exactly the same; furrowed brows, gritted teeth and wrinkles on his muzzle from the bubbling anger that never took long to spew out. But this time, you weren’t so sure it was anger anymore.

His fists uncurled, but not fully. They still assumed a position suitable for scratching.

His nails …

They were trimmed.

“Fuck …”

Your eyes traveled up to his own, and in them seethed rage, definitely.

But he looked away, for a brief moment, it was very very quick when his eyes shut for a moment and his head lowered.

You caught it.

“You,” you finished.

Your heart was still going strong, rattling against your rib cage screaming out out out out out. Its aortas hugged your lungs, making your breath hitch.

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[saaandy]

im here to blow some steem from my irl daytime so:

Yall know how raccoons have the tendency/urge to clean their food first and dip it in water as in a lake, river or fountain, and how a video went viral years ago cause a person gave one a ball of cottoncandy and the raccoon went to clean it and it disolved causin confusion to the lil raccoon touchin the water to check where the cottoncandy was?

Well, I picture Rocket bein some kind of food stealer (from garbage) but he has the manners of a real raccoon and the urge in his brain (somethin the High Evolutionary could not control) to clean his food first before eat it.

So obviously Peter has taken a notice about this urge and obviously he puts up some pranks on him (happenin before GOTG vol 3) and Rocket, bear with me, his very first thought when he sees the cottoncandy disolve is drawin his gun at Peter goin all feral.

He did not trust Peter when handed food for 2 whole months.

BUT

When, SPOILERS, at the end of GOTG vol 3 Rocket rescues those lil raccoons... he does the same, only cause he is curious if they will react the same

And when they do, he feels so conected to em 🥺🥺

[coffeeandbatboys]

Gravity (Peter Quill x fem!reader)

Request: From @nix-rose-q

Quill x fem!reader friends to lovers? Reader is a guardian and the two just have a silly time dancing till it turns quieter to a slow dance? (she's just as obsessed with music as he is but she's got newer stuff. John Mayer is who i'm obsessed with atm so if it could be one of his songs, that would be great!) If i can add personality, she's an Enfp and a 7 wing 8 enneagram, translates to always keeping everything happy and not ever focusing on uncomfortable stuff, loyal, playful, competitive and sarcastic. (in a nutshell, a female version of Peter)

Warnings: This is pure fluff.

You moved side to side to the upbeat tempo of Southern Nights, Peter stepping around you and trying to convince you to dance.

"Quill, I'm not exactly a dancer." You giggled.

He smirked. "So dance with me. I promise you won't regret it."

You eventually agreed, but shook your head.

"We have to change the music. I can't dance to this."

"C'mon, the song's almost over. Let it play out and then you can pick something." One of his hands lowered to your waist as you danced, while the other clasped around yours.

You nearly stumbled and blushed. He gave you a smug smile.

Oh, the bastard knew exactly what he was doing...

You had harbored a crush on Peter ever since you joined the Guardians, and eventually your friendship had evolved into constant flirting. Rocket was always annoyed with it, but both you and Peter had fun. The two of you worked as a good team, both similar in personalities.

They say opposites attract, but not in this case.

You scrolled until you found the song you were looking for, Gravity, pressing play when the current one had ended.

Returning to your dance partner, He took you in his arms once again and began to sway.

Being this close to him felt...different, and not in a bad way, but it definitely was not casual.

When you looked up, his eyes were trained somewhere on your face. Your heart skipped one, two, three beats, and just about stopped when you both began to lean in.

His lips met yours softly, but desperately as if they had been waiting forever.

“Can we do that again?” you asked shakily, blinking to make sure it wasn't a dream.

He smiled in relief and nodded, leaning in again, placing several smaller kisses to your lips.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that." He breathed, pulling you closer.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to." you teased.

He dipped his head slightly. "So, will you go out with me?"

"On a date? Heck yeah." You cheered.

He pulled you in for another kiss that lasted a few seconds.

"I...love you," he whispered.

You giggled. "I love you too, Star Lord."

[tom-whore-dleston]

Like Real People Do masterlist

Pairing ▹ Adam Warlock x f. reader (WandaVision AU)

Genre ▹ tbd

Synopsis ▹ You finally have everything you want - a loving husband, an adorable pet, and a beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood. Could your perfect little world get any better than this?

Notes ▹ I decided to make this a series with no definite plot. With that said, I am open to taking requests for fics that fall under this AU. I'll accept smut, fluff, angst, crack, and some dark requests/thoughts/suggestions. Please be mindful of what I will NOT write in this AU. Aside from that, thank you for all the love and support towards this ongoing fic bbs 🫶🏽

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My Love, My Darling coming soon

[glow-autumz]

I just re-watched Guardians of the Galaxy vol 3 and it made me remember how directly after I watched it for the first time in the theater I thought to myself. "I just want to see him happy." And since then I've been reading Rocket x reader fanfiction like the morning paper and crafting fanart.

[emmy-hunterson-schofield]

Gorgeous fan art for the MCU Adam Warlock commissioned/made by my friend Dorothy Elisa. Inspired by my Fanfic “Her Golden WonderBoy” (inspired by Disney’s Hercules) 💛💛💜💜⚔️🏛️⚡️

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[raccoonfallsharder]

✩࿐࿔ stop biting your goddamn nails. [new 9/10]

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabble | word count: 2,921. read more on ao3 | ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist | main masterlist

if you don't stop chewing on your frickin' fingers, the captain will find a way to make you.

hey nonnie-love, you marvelous little bumblebee. i hope helps a little. i know you've probably already tried everything under the sun to break this habit but maybe it will help to remember that in some timeline or another, there's a cranky sentient raccoon telling you to knock it the fuck off. he's going to make your life a living hell till you stop. because he cares about you that much.

The syrupy light glows, warm and topaz-bright, in warm watercolor splotches across the counter. You lose yourself for the next few minutes while Groot picks at the basket of candy and nuts that Mantlo — with a wink — brings out just for him. You double-check the purchase list, reconsider the medpack restock and decide to double it, and then linger over the munitions order too. Rocket had wanted you to order a thousand hundred-millimeter vibranium shells to test some new ludicrously-large cannon he’s working on, but you know how his experiments tend to go — not to mention how many times he’ll want to try it out. Maybe you should double-up that purchase too, just in case— “Hey!” You jolt on your barstool, nearly dropping the datapad propped against the counter. Too late. Like the ringtone you’d chosen to warn yourself not to answer certain calls, Rocket’s voice alerts you to the fact that your fingers are pressed up against your teeth, and you’ve been mindlessly chewing at your nailbeds for at least a few minutes. You fumble your hands guiltily into your lap. “I told you to stop frickin’ doing that,” the Captain of Knowhere scowls, stalking up to you with strides that somehow always seem to cover more distance than his short legs should be capable of.

read more on ao3 ✩࿐࿔ for nonnie ♡

need more reminders from rocket?

the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).

feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. if you’d like to join my fanfiction taglist, please comment or send me a message or ask! ♡

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡

✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist

࿔ eat somethin. (wc: 576) ࿔ go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737) ࿔ get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925) ࿔ take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375) ࿔ leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579) ࿔ take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020) ࿔ drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209) ࿔ stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609) ࿔ just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271) ࿔ it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923) ࿔ get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614) ࿔ did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288) ࿔ schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222) ࿔ do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994) ࿔ brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774) ࿔ nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231) ࿔ stop biting your goddamn nails (wc:) for nonnie ♡

if you find any of these at all helpful, they're meant for you.

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total word-count: 23,308.

[sweetaliencheeks]

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✵ NEW MASTER-LIST ✵

(here’s all the new stuff, so you can easily find it)

✵ OLD MASTER-LIST ✵

✶ JUST THE TWO ✶

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL Rocket had developed a habit to point out things that remind him of you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY EAT CEREAL Rocket felt lonely and woke you up to have a midnight snack.

THE ONE WHERE SHE HELPS Definitely not a qualified nurse, but love can heal, too.

THE ONES THAT ARE SILENT 1 & 2 Sometimes words aren’t necessary.

THE ONE WHERE SHE DANCES Got some units to spare?

THE ONE WHERE SHE KEEPS A DIARY

There’s an unexpected package at your door.

THE ONE WHERE SHE GETS OLDER Honestly, I just hate my birthday.

THE ONE WHERE SHE FALLS IN LOVE Sometimes you can just pinpoint the right moment.

THE ONE WHERE HE’S BABY I mean, that was literally the only option.

THE ONLY ONE WHERE HE’S TALL Please, I don’t know exactly what this is but I was force fed Tall Girl and thought this was a good idea… Also, kinda naughty.

THE ONE WHERE THEY CUDDLE Sometimes all you need is the right person to bring out the best in you.

THE ONE WHERE THEY GET ENGAGED Honestly, the plan wasn’t bad, but you had to have sausage fingers, didn’t you?

THE ONE WHERE THEY RUN AWAY Based off of a weird dream I had, gotta love a Runaway Bride moment…

THE ONE WHERE HE COMES BACK Slightly angst, I guess. But always with a sweet ending.

THE ONE WHERE THEY SHARE A BED Obviously a mandatory fic, and also a self explanatory one.

THE ONE WHERE HE TELLS HER Alcohol makes you say things you don’t wanna say, and do things you don’t wanna do. Like betting with Ravagers!

THE ONE WHERE HE LOSES

Gotta keep your eyes on the prize.

THE ONE WHERE HE’S COLD I know that global warming is fucked up, but how cold can it be during summer?

THE ONE WHERE THEY MEET Needed to write something that took place during those five years. Those were lonely times, we could all use a drinking buddy…

THE ONE AT THE MARRIAGE Admit it, we’re all suckers for the “I’m going to my best friend’s wedding to watch him marry somebody else while being hopelessly in love with him” trope. And come on, who doesn’t love a wedding?

THE ONE WHERE HE KNOCKS Post GOTG3. had many complaints about crying. But happy tears only!

THE ONE WHERE HE SAVES HER

Julia Roberts would be so jealous…

THE ONE AFTER THE NIGHTMARE

After you’ve died, any moment is good.

THE ONE WHERE THEY DANCE

What song are you?

✶ WITH THE GUARDIANS ✶

THE ONE WHERE HE BETS Peter bet he could get a secret out of you, and he’s very bad at keeping secrets.

THE ONE WHERE THEY’RE USELESS Just a little everyday struggle when your friends aren’t that good with feelings.

THE ONE WHERE THEY COMMUNICATE Maybe next time try to be a little bit more literal…

THE ONE WHERE SHE ADMITS IT

You tell Peter how you feel while waiting for

Rocket to come back to the living (gotg3)

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hope you enjoy it 🤍