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evolvingchaoswitch · 1 year ago

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A Raccoon Walked into a Bar

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Rocket found a good friend in the bartender at the Alphabet Mafia Gay Bar in Avery Malloli and over the five years after the snap became more than good friends. Rocket dipped out after a night of passion and only after dealing with his demons finally decided that it was time to come make amends; five years later. Rocket didn't know what to expect when he saw the jilted lover next but he sure as flark knew that he wasn't expecting that,

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Welcome to the new story that wouldn't let me write anything else till I brought it to life, enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Making amends isn't easy

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Rocket Raccoon hated how anxious he felt walking down the streets of New York, he shouldn’t feel that way he had faced harder things, his childhood, Groots death and everyone dusting before him; oh and his own death. So why did going to apologise to someone that cared about him, that he hurt rate so high on his emotional scale? He already had a good idea that they probably hated him after all how could you forgive the guy that fucked and ducked on you? Here he was all dressed up in some schmuck suit with their favourite flowers in hand and it was all because he was a glutton for punishment. All because a Raccoon wandered into a bar.

Rocket remembered the first time he laid eyes on Avery Malloli in that tumultuous time in his life that was the five years after the snap. He stumbled into the Alphabet Mafia gay bar on a cold January night while he was stuck on Terra helping out some of his allies in the aftermath of the snap. He had been trying out a few bars to see if he could find somewhere to drink that wouldn’t have so many assholes making a big deal over his looks. He was hoping the reviews of the place being mutant friendly worked in his favour tonight and he got to enjoy his hooch in peace. Rocket knew that if he drank alone he might do stupid things, and the galaxy needed him to have his wits about him.

Rocket remembered strolling up to the bar fully expecting to deal with some new moronic shitbag that gave him a hard time about what he wanted to drink, instead all he heard was,

“Whatcha drinking fella?” The voice had notes of both friendliness and disinterest that only a bartender after one a.m could pull off.

“Scotch, two fingers neat” He watched as the bartender wandered over to the selection of scotch on the shelves and took a moment to look them over. Rocket could tell what a nice ass looked like even if it was hidden behind a pair of baggy black pants covered in pockets and a decent collection of chains. Though he was fairly sure some of them belonged to the sick pair of combat boots that made the bartender stand at about five eight though without the boots they were probably around five six. A mid length of multicoloured ringlets were kept away from their face held in place by a no nonsense ponytail, which also made it easier for Rocket's eyes to trail over the multitude of shiny silver piercings that adored each pair of ears. In the shapes he could make out skeletons, occult symbols and a few other things that reminded him of that Terran store with all the moody employees , hot point? Burning topic?

“Any preferences?” They were focused on doing their job rather than wondering if their patron was hitting on them, which was a damn good skill for a bartender to have.

“Whatever will get me a decent buzz” He wasn’t sure what compelled him to ask but he wanted to know the name of this one “What’s your name?”

“Avery yours?” Avery walked back over to him with the chosen bottle of scotch before pouring his order into it. Rocket took the few seconds it took for Avery to make it over to his side of the bar to finish looking them over, he let his mouth twitch up into a smile reading her shirt that proudly declared: I IDENTIFY AS A THREAT, MY PRONOUNS ARE TRY/ME stretched over a very pronounced set of mammaries though it did look to Rocket that something was holding them back more than just a bra. Rocket took a bit longer answering lost in appreciation of Avery’s well built arms most likely developed as the result of having to throw ruly drunks out into the ally.

“Rocket” He met Avery’s eyes for the first time, getting lost in the fluctuating grey irises that were dotted with patterns of white and a dainty circle of gold close to the pupil in each eye. The colours popped out against the backdrop of the dark black makeup that surrounded the lids of Avery’s eyes, broken up by splashes of red pigment and accentuated by an eyeliner wing so sharp it could kill a man. Avery’s slim lips curled up into a friendly closed mouth smile that hovered just under a twin pair of silver rings that adorned both sides of an equally petite nose that was decorated with a smattering of freckles against the pale canvas of her skin.

“So as you enjoy the drink I’m going to tell you the same bar rules that we tell everyone and if you don’t like them you can pay and leave after” Rocket nodded sipping his drink as he let Avery continue into what had to be a well rehearsed speech to them by now.

“1. When people come into the bar they are looking to drink and enjoy themselves. The only thing I’m worried about is people are of legal age to be here and considering I’ve seen you on the news a few times I got a good idea about you being of legal age. Now what that means is that when someone tells you something about themselves you take them at their word, about sexuality, about pronouns and about gender presentation”

Rocket could respect a bar that’s first rule boiled down to mind your own flarkin business, though he should probably ask “What are yours? I’m preferential towards he/him myself”

Avery’s eyes lit up with a bit of relief that their patron seemed to be taking rule one well, that was the one that served as the feelers test, depending how a person reacted to it let Avery know if they were going to be a problem later on.

“I’m they/them never felt a connection with gender I suppose it’s because I view myself as less of a solid entity and more of an evolving concept of a being, you get it”

Rocket liked this one, they thought different and it was amusing to listen to the thoughts verbalised.

“So next rule; Everyone has the right to be stupid but abusing that privilege will get you kicked out of the bar. We don’t like ist’s here, racists, misogynists, misandrists or bigots in general. My empathy for other’s opinion rapidly vanishes when people try to fuck with others basic rights”

There was no friendly smile to accompany that rule, just the same no-nonsense tone he was used to from Gamora; his heart clenched painfully.

“Other than that typical bar rules apply and enjoy your drink” Avery looked him up and down for a moment ��The first one is on the house”. Well that was a nice change of pace.

So Rocket Raccoon found a place to drink whenever he found himself around Terra, and to his surprise he found himself having a decent time, though sometimes it made him feel guilty. It was lonely trying to piece together the galaxy with Nebula trying to mourn her sister, with him trying to mourn everyone again and all the other bullshit that came with half the population disappearing. The Alphabet Mafia was a nice refuge from all his problems when he was able to get to visit that was, though over time he tried to make the visits more frequent. The reason was simple: he ended up striking up a good friendship with Avery during year one after the snap, they were very easy to talk to, and their insults were hilarious.

His favourite so far is what Avery said to a transphobe that was harassing one of the girls looking to have a good night out “Well aren’t you two billion years of wasted evolution?” Watching the guy try to piece together a retort and fail was a beautiful performance of failed neurons at it’s finest as Avery yeeted the guy out of the bar, working as more of a bouncer on some nights. He admired the dedication they showed to the community they belonged to, it was a type of aggressive caretaking that he could get behind.

Though the toughest people that visited the bar had to be the Drag Queen, those broads were able to tape their dicks back and strut around lookin like a million credits without batting as much as a false eyelash; Rocket was not that tough.

Rocket had gotten wholly plastered on the year anniversary, trying to drown out the knowledge that everyone he let himself love again was gone, and he didn’t know where he was when he woke up. While he was trying to reorient himself he immediately took the water bottle that was offered to him, chugging it down before he turned his head to see who passed it to him, and it was Avery. It was the first time he had seen them without any makeup on, without the ponytail to keep the hair out of their face letting him enjoy the site of unruly, currently blue and green hair framing either side of their small face.

“Mornin Rocket, how do you take your coffee?” It took him a minute to pull the words together “Why am I at what assume is your place?” He quickly added “I like my coffee black” He watched as they wandered over to the kitchen to fix the cups of coffee for both to enjoy.

“You were drinking extra heavy last night, which made complete sense to me but I wasn’t going to let you go off by yourself especially with how you stroked your blaster as you drank” The implication of what Avery was worried about hung in the air, silently acknowledged but not to be mentioned again. Both drank the coffees in silence before he muttered out a weak “Thanks” that Avery returned with a smile “Anytime man” as the silence suddenly felt very comfortable.

The trend started that he ended up crashing at Avery’s place when he was in town for a few nights and enjoying spending the few days with them. Avery taught him about all their favourite Terran media, once he got the source material behind the jokes he really found himself enjoying Scream Queens; Chanel Oberlin was a rancid cunt but was hilarious to listen to. He in turn told Avery about his exploits across the galaxy, the prisons he had escaped from in his youth and everything he could remember about galactic history per Avery’s request.

Sometimes when he and Avery got together usually one of them was dealing with an injury either from his work as a Guardian or Avery getting into another fight. A lot of assholes were out looking for vulnerable spaces that they could abuse for their own sick need for power, unfortunately for them they preyed on the wrong community. Avery, accompanied by some of the bars other regulars would patrol the streets keeping those homophobic douchebags away the best they could, Rocket was getting sick of seeing Avery’s hands bloodied and bruised so often. He was already working on some gear that would toe the line between legal and illegal tact gear but he didn’t care, S.H.I.E.L.D could suck his furry sweaty balls.

Not all the brawls were bad he supposed afterall he did get to see those beautiful breasts up close and personal; though he ought to feel like more of an asshole for enjoying the moment so much, he just couldn’t bring himself to.

“Rocket my arm is in a cast and I got stinging bleeding abrasions between my tits, can we just be adults for a second and have you dress the wound in between”

He remembered how their angry scarlet abrasion stood out from the pale perfect mounds that were Avery’s breasts. He knew he leaned in closer than he needed to in order to treat the wound but he had the masochistic desire to court danger as the light peach of Avery’s nipples tempted him. They looked as delectable as fresh peaches and cream, Rocket wanted to wrap his tongue around them so badly it made him ache. He finished dressing the wound then helped Avery put their top back on and neither of them spoke of the moment again, though he personally would never forget how hard he was that day, he damn near fell over thanks to the blood flow shift.

He stuck around a little longer to keep an eye on Avery as their arm healed, and the two of them got closer than he expected. He promised himself that he would leave after a day after observing Avery to make sure they wouldn’t end up doing more damage to the arm but he ended up staying for a full week; if Rocket was being honest with himself then it was because he missed having friends to take care of. He had to leave after he saw the small collection of plants Avery took care of in their bedroom. These ones seemed special, so he asked and wished he didn’t.

“What’s with these plants and why do you have some of those little tealight candles above them?”

Rocket watched as Avery flushed with embarrassment which was such a pretty colour he was determined to make them go that shade again. Avery spoke in a low tone almost as if they were afraid their voice would scare him off and not the words being spoken.

“The last couple of times you’ve been plastered in my apartment I’ve heard you babble things in your sleep, about how much you miss your friends”

Avery paused for a moment trying to read the expressions on his face before continuing “I named each succulent after one of your friends so each of them had some form of grave marker for you to be able to visit” Avery rubbed the back of their head nervously “I was going to bring it up before the year two anniversary came up an another few months because you deserve to have a place to mourn them and they deserve to be remembered”. Avery lowered their eyes to avoid his “I’m sorry if I overstepped” Rocket hadn’t known what to say instead he just hugged Avery tightly for a moment hoping they’d respect both the gesture and the silence; they did.

Before he left for space he had made sure that Avery saw him take some of the regulars of the bar out for some nasty fun because he needed some distance between them before he started to develop feelings that weren’t going to be returned. He regretted that upon return because for two years he had to put up with Avery’s new girlfriend Denise, and he fucking hated Denise she always made he feel unwelcome wherever he came for his visits. He hated how Avery couldn’t see how that bitch was isolating them from the people in their life, slowly taking over their time with high maintenance bullshit and he couldn’t get how someone as strong willed as Avery could fall to that.

Ok maybe he got it a bit more after he watched the both of them from the vantage point of Avery’s closet, one day when he snuck into their room to covertly upgrade their laptop so the piece of shit wouldn’t run so slow and ducked into the closet when he heard the noises behind him. From the small crack he watched with voyeuristic glee as both Avery and their girlfriend were in the midst of pulling off each other's clothing. Rocket could give less of a shit about what Denise looked like he was razor focused on getting to see all of Avery that he could, and the mirror across the bed helped give him all the angles he was hoping for.

Seeing the breasts for the second time was better than the first because he was able to enjoy leering at them without fear of being smacked upside the head for being a pervert. They were more than a handful even to a Terran, not traditionally round as the media preferred to portray large breasts instead more tubular in shape, the stretch marks on the skin gave Rocket the idea that they had come in pretty quickly during Avery’s youth. Rocket couldn’t help but think of how responsive Avery’s breasts would be under his paws, how the calloused sections of his finger pads would elicit goosebumps to appear across the creamy flesh as the pink of their nipples darkened into that pretty shape of pink. Would get even better when he was able to get his mouth around them, he started stroking himself at the thought of the soft flesh spilling out from either side of his jaw.

He was so lost in thought he almost missed the best sight of all, Avery kneeling between their girlfriends legs with the mirror directly behind them giving the best view in the house, Avery’s taunt ass that had the cutest solo freckle on their left cheek and even better Avery’s stunning cunt was also visible for him to enjoy. Rocket’s had never been more parched in his life, and he explicitly knew where he wanted to drink from most watching the dripping pool of arousal hang off of Avery’s folds taunting him.

Rocket imagined slipping up behind Avery, gripping the perfect hips as leverage as he buried his tongue deep into the warm walls that he’d have spoiled for his tongue once he was done. He’d certainly out-do whatever Denise would give Avery that's for damn sure, he pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued to enjoy the free show and tried to be quiet as he stroked himself to a well deserved orgasm. It didn’t take long afterall he had a visual feast in front of him to enjoy as the sheen of sweat that coated Avery brought further attention to every well defined muscle, every tattoo that they had added to their personal canvas and the self satisfied smirk that curled across their lips as Avery made Denise get off for the fifth time sent him over the edge.

Rocket was disappointed when Denise put in a quarter of the effort to get Avery off, he could tell that Avery wasn’t satisfied when they sent their girlfriend off because he heard the buzzing sound followed by a few loose moans and he wasn’t sure how he escaped the apartment without attacking Avery in all the right ways but he did. He took out the rampant horneyness with some of the furry twinks that he had met at the bar, didn’t matter to him that they were using him to fulfil a fetish, he was just glad to have a warm hole to enjoy.

Rocket was destroyed when he found Avery sitting in the middle of their living room muddling those beautiful grey irises with thick tears.

“She left me” The hoarse tone of Avery’s voice tore him to shreds as he slid beside them “What happened?” Nothing was going to be a good enough answer for Rocket but he’d figure he should ask anyway.

“She said it was weird that I spent so much time with you, and how much time I spent at the gym” He watched Avery wash down more liquor “Said if I was going to keep making myself look so much like a man that I might as well transition” Rocket hated that more tears slid from Avery’s eyes “Then let me connect the dots that she had found someone more femme to be with, and left” The sobs got louder “Why can’t anyone be happy with what I am instead of what they want me to be” Rocket knew there was nothing he could say to make things feel better for their friend of the last few years so he did what Avery usually did while when he was sad and drunk Rocket just held them.

Denise was going to fucking pay!

It was from then on the dynamic between Rocket and Avery changed into something more than just friendship despite how much Rocket tried to bury his feelings. Looking back he felt like an idiot for not recognizing that Avery had a giant crush on him too but was also trying to hide it most likely because they thought it might ruin the friendship. Avery had the habit of having him curl into them during movie night, squeezed him a bit tighter every time he left and eyes that lingered a bit too long on his mouth when he was talking.

Rocket had just finished telling Avery about how he was going in with the other heroes to the Avengers complex to hopefully pull off some sort of miracle to return all the people who were snapped away. He didn’t mince any words about his chances of survival or the plan's chance at success, Rocket didn’t want to breed any false hope that he’d return if things went south. Rocket just clued in that the pouring sound that he was hearing came from the kitchen where Avery was pouring from an old bottle of scotch and handing him a glass.

“We drink to your safe return and success” He clinked his glass to Avery’s then together they polished off the entire bottle before proceeding to get delightfully plaster and frightfully honest with one another. Rocket broke one of his own boundaries and could hear stories from his past start trickling out of his maw faster than he could stop himself. He swirled down into a diatribe of self hate chanting each self deprecating insult as a prayer as he felt Avery pull him into their strong arms.

“No, none of what you said was remotely true for fucks sakes you were a baby Rocket, what power did you really have?” He could feel the wetness of his own fur covered with both his and Avery’s tears, he felt a kiss on the top of his head so gentle that he was partially certain that he imagined it “You need to be nicer to your brain, you deserve better than self hatred, you just deserve so much more than you’ve been given Rocket”. Rocket had never had anyone kiss him on his head, never had someone want to show tender appreciation of his brain without using it for their own personal gain.

Rocket looked up at Avery before finally deciding that it would hurt more to not know how they felt about him and decided to shoot his shot by planting a soft kiss on Avery’s lips. To his delight he felt as Avery let a low moan out of their throat before eagerly kissing back allowing their tongue to slip into his mouth. A shiver of delight ran down the entirety of his spine as he felt Avery’s tongue duel with his over dominance of the kiss, each refusing to give up control. He could feel Avery pulling at his clothing trying to yank the material off of him to get to the body that they craved to touch, he broke away from the kiss for long enough to remove his clothing as he watched Avery pull off their shirt and binder with a surprising amount of speed. Avery was eager for him;Good.

Avery was stroking down his back gently circling around each bit of metal on his spine before tormenting the sensitive skin surrounding his tail. Rocket got his revenge by nipping down the column of Avery’s throat leaving pretty purple marks as landmarks of his travels, he could smell the surge in arousal every time he sunk his fangs in deep and the smell only got more potent once he finally got his paws on those lovely tata’s of theirs. The breasts were even softer than he had imagined, as he watched as goosebumps dotted the delicate flesh in response to his touch and the moan Avery made once he had a nipple firm between his fingers was a thing of beauty. He added a few more splashes of purple to Avery’s skin when he nipped over the tops of their breasts enjoying the pleasant hiss of pain Avery made, Rocket made sure to suckle each nipple gently once he took each into his maw.

Rocket was lost in the sensation of suckling Avery’s bountiful tits, enjoying how far he could get each nipple into his mouth short of hurting it when he had to pull away to let out his own lurid moan, as Avery had slowly slid a finger into the tight ring of his asshole. Rocket could see stars again as he was swept away by the feeling of Avery’s finger pumping in and out of him slowly so as to allow each intrusion stretch him further, his cock twitching painfully. Rocket used some of his remaining brain cells to push Avery back onto their back to give him the chance to get between those delicious looking thighs of theirs. Rocket breathed in the deep musk of Avery’s well fitted boxes running his tongue over the soaked fabric covering the delectable cunt underneath before opting to shred the barrier that the boxers provided to get to his meal.

The high whining noise that Avery made as he latched onto their pussy tongue fucking them into the first orgasm of the night was so good he wished he had a recording; fuck he wanted every moment for his holodeck. Rocket loved how the walls of Avery’s cunt hugged each contour of his tongue as he stroked every available area that he could. Rocket especially enjoyed how his tongue would get coated in delightful tangy cream when he stroked a certain ridge within hard enough and he revelled in the way the thighs on either side of his head quivered with each application of pressure. Rocket slid up Avery’s body once he felt that they were lubricated enough, lining his cock up with the entrance to Avery’s pussy before searching Avery’s eyes for consent. Avery nodded, pulling their legs behind Rocket having him thrust deep into their aching pussy, grinding their hips into his with reckless abandon as both resumed a heated make out. The entire apartment was filled with the sounds of loose moans, the slapping of skin to fur and short sharp inhales of breath before Rocket flooded Avery’s pussy with a roar as he spilled into them.

Rocket laid there in Avery’s arms in the middle of the living room floor enjoying the sound of their beating heart when he could feel Avery’s walls twitch around him and he found himself getting hard again. It took him a second to string together “Do you wanna go for more?”

Avery looked into his eyes as a wide mouth smile took over their face “Fuck yeah”.

They spent the next several hours fucking over the entirety of Avery’s apartment before ending up in the bed together, and Rocket allowed himself two hours to cuddle before he’d had to leave. He wished he didn’t hear Avery say”I love you” while they fell asleep this would have felt so much easier to slip out the door, he couldn’t stay he had to save the galaxy and he knew that Quill would need to escape to space after he remembered everything that happened with Gamora so he’d probably not be back to Terra for awhile.

It was for the best.

Rocket in the present moment thought about how flarkin stupid that idea was, he should have come back after even if the talk was going to be hard. Rocket took a moment to collect himself just outside of a public park that a bunch of kids were playing at that was only a few blocks away from Avery’s apartment. He took a moment to see if they were visiting the park like they used to, Rocket wasn’t expecting to find Avery so easily but there they were in the flesh and if his eyes weren’t deceiving him looking fantastic with fuller hips than he remembered. He was so distracted that he allowed himself to be mowed down by a pair of small Terran children running towards Avery screaming “Par” As Avery picked both up planting kisses of each of their kisses “We need to apologise to that man sweeties, that wasn’t nice, I’m sorry sir”

This is how Rocket Raccoon made eye contact with Avery Malloli for the first time in five years, the shock rang clear through the entirety of the beautiful grey irises he had come to miss. Rocket felt a tug on the arm of his suit when a bigger surprise smacked the sense out of him effectively as he looked down at a pair of twin girls that looked like Avery but with a set of ears and tail just like his. He watched as Avery snapped out of whatever shock they were feeling to speak “Rocket go sit on the bench over there, we need to talk”

Rocket nodded dumbly as his legs automatically carried him to the bench before he sat down with a thud, those were his biological kids he could smell the familiarity on them. He got Avery pregnant and left them.

He was so fucking dead. * Par is a gender neutral alternative to Ma or Mom

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