#rocket raccoon romance

[raccoonfallsharder]

･:*𑁍 overheard on the bowie [anticipated august 2]

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: TBD.

rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it.

i am having too much fun writing this because apparently while i ultimately want to be a benevolent god who gives rocket only happy endings, i apparently have no qualms with torturing him with sexual frustration in the meantime.

nsfw after the cut | FULL FIC NOW POSTED

He’d looked up at you, your eyes all shiny and plush lips framing the words, Can I help you with something? Do you need anything? and the only words that had come to his mind were, Sweetheart. Can I help you?

Because the worst part of it is — you’ve been so unlucky.

He continues to stare at the dark ceiling, palms resting on his chest, and wishes he’d stolen Pete’s zune. Stick the little headphones into his ears and distract himself for a little while.

“Slow down, princess,” he mutters into the shadows. He’s usually got no qualms against eavesdropping in general but he wouldn’t try to listen in on this. Unfortunately for both of you, there’s no world in which he can avoid hearing it: the steady soft schlick-schlick of your pussy lips rubbing wetly against each other, or maybe your fingers, if you’ve got them stuffed cutely inside your pretty hole. Your shallow, reedy little breaths, puffing over lips he’s sure you’ve bitten raw. The rustle of the blankets as you shift and try to adjust yourself: legs opening wider, he imagines. Or maybe he’s wrong and you’re not going too fast and hard at your little clitty: maybe you’ve hit the right pace for yourself, and your knees are locking and your toes are curling and you’ll both — finally — get some relief tonight.

But nope. He can hear you, winding yourself tighter and tighter, higher and higher, more and more desperate. A quiet, pitiful little whispered word — “please” — to the gods, like they’ll finally take mercy on you. But he’s listened to you enough times that he can pinpoint the moment that your desperation turns into frustration, and then despair. There’s a sad little muffled whimper — pressed into a handful of blankets, he’s sure — and then the sounds of your strokes slow, and finally cease. A soft, miserable sigh, and the whisper of skin on skin — you rubbing your thighs together in resignation, he suspects.

He rolls over in his hammock and screams into his pillow.

full fic now posted

[driftingdryad]

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ New OC alert ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

As part of my official indoctrination into the frickin' Rocket side of the gotg fandom, I've started working on my very own Rocket/OFC fic (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) I made these lil' moodboards bc why the heck not and thought I'd share~

Meet Cassia Winslow🌻🐝

Formerly a Canadian park ranger stationed as a fire lookout, twenty one year old Cassia was scooped from her lookout tower and sold as an "exotic pet" on the intergalactic black market.

Our story begins approximately three earth years later when Cassia suddenly finds herself becoming an escaped humie pet on the run with none other than our favourite foul-mouthed, traumatized, genius anthropomorphic space raccoon. Best of luck to them both! They're going to need it *ੈ✩‧₊˚

[burningbee]

I told ya I would subject you guys to my weird little guys, so here they are! These guys are from my faerie fic and current hyper fixation. It’s a poly romance between these three. The story centers around the faerie boys having no idea how to describe or deal with romantic feelings, while Juniper is just trying to live her life. But her brain doesn’t like cooperating with her and also her hot employer is super flirty and that’s a problem. Everyone is a mess and I love these sloppy little idiots.

It’s ‘urban’ fantasy, takes place during modern times, and is a slice of life story. The boys wear glamors to mask their real bodies and there’s a time skip after chapter three so Juniper has a younger design. I have a lot of fun with faerie lore and how their magic and natures would affect their culture and social norms. Also I wanted a poly romance where the woman isn’t the center of the ‘love triangle’. If anything this starts out as kind of a straight line. Fig wants Carrick, Carrick wants Juniper, and Juniper is trying hard not to want Carrick.

If this sounds fun you can read it on ao3 here! It is explicit and meant for an adult audience.

[bbasmos]

There Is Love (In Your Body)

Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1, 2, 3.

Main pairing: Rocket/Peter Quill (Star-Lord).

Rating: Adult, for explicit sex.

Categories: Alternate Reality Vol. 3, First Time, Communication Problems because Peter and Rocket are Idiots, Canon Readaptation/Canon Rewrite, Missing Scenes, Romance, Humor, Drama, Established Relationship, SMUT/Explicit Sexual Content, Mpreg, Time Skips, Rocket POV, Peter Quill/Star-Lord POV, Alien Physiology.

Warnings: References to PTSD, self-esteem issues, depression, animal abuse (nothing beyond canon), non-consensual experimentation, and alcohol abuse as a coping mechanism for depression.

Amazing art by @inubaki91 @crimsonkingart

Ch 1 / Ch 2

[prakharstuff]

Movies I watched in past month but didn't had to write about :

乁[ᓀ˵▾˵ᓂ]ㄏ

When Harry met Sally:

Considered to be one of the greatest rom-com movies of all time by some. An imperfect love story. I feel the Harry & Sally trope has become so common these days that people who didn't experience it at the time don’t understand how different it was. I see parts of other movies in it and cause it was released earlier than those, this film is sort of a blueprint for them. Especially I see parts of the Before trilogy (love) that enhance it we get my favorite part of the love stories, the conversation which helps us better understand the story and character and see how they become friends and further fall in love.

The chemistry between the protagonists was impeccable, the cinematography was brilliant, and what more I love the part where we see their friendship grow and they better understand each other. One incident I love is when Harry is angry and Sally understands his anger and helps him overcome this which I consider more valuable.

However, this film is not the GOAT, sure it serves as a blueprint, a staple, and may have changed how the future films are gonna be but it lacks in multiple places. The part of the story where love starts the film also starts deteriorating. Pacing is also the issue and if they would have remained friends I would have been content. Movies about lifelong friends who are there just to let each other grow but are on a different path are also required as they reflect what happens in life and tbh not everyone finds love.

GOTG3:

I heard creep and knowing it was about Rocket's past I WAS READY! This movie mostly served as a finishing arc to all stories and it was better than expected. The film has one of the best villains from the MCU. "There is no god, that's why I stepped up!" Chills literal chills.

I knew Rocket's storyline from the comics but the movie made it more profound and evocative. This movie franchise may not return and seems like Marvel is turning worse so this may be the perfect end to a great movie series.

There isn't much to say about this movie it is just to feel it and enjoy it and maybe sometimes that's all you need.

The rest of the movies in another post.

[harpagornis]

Reminiscing

A Rocket/Quill fic. A post Vol. 3. Yes, I'm doing something with Rocket that isn't a troll fic.

***

Rocket Raccoon sighed.

He took the Benatar, leaving the Bowie back with the others. He thought it might old sentimental value, especially since that was the ship where their adventures began. This was a shore leave, so the elegant option fit the occasion.

Flight was quick, all things considered. He met no one to stop his descent to Earth; either its guardians knew a friendly face or their defenses were woefully underprepared. Now that he knew this was his birth planet, he considered maybe taking more missions in the vicinity, but figured it that the legions of local superheroes could handle it.

Though he had reached an apex of compassion and duty, this was a matter of the heart.

Peter's coordinates lead him to a suburbia. Landing would be difficult, so he decided to land the Benatar on the widest cul-de-sac he could find. It was a tight fit that scraped the pavement, crashed a few cars and knocked out some sign posts, but nothing he couldn't fix on his way out of the ship.

Rocket Raccoon sighed.

Now he stood before a door. Was this it? He knocked, firmly but not too loud.

"Coming!" said a familiar voice inside.

Rocket couldn't help but smile. This was the right house. And further confirmation came when the door opened.

"Rocket!?" Peter said.

"Sup?" Rocket said, opening his arms.

The two embraced, a big awkwardly due to the size difference. Peter took care to kneel down as Rocket once voiced how being lifted was degrading, but now the raccoon wouldn't care if he took him for a spin like a doll.

"It's so good to see you!" Peter said as they disengaged, "Where are the others?"

"Just the two of us, pal!" Rocket said, "I'm on shore leave, so I thought I'd maybe crash in for a few days."

"Peter, you're you're talking to?" Jason Quill asked, before staring in bewilderment at the talking and walking carnivoran mammal.

"Oh, grandpa, this is my friend Rocket. Rocket, this is my grandpa."

"Glad to make an acquaintance" Rocket said, extending his paw.

The old man reached out nervously, and a strong hand shake ensued.

"Uh, pleasure to meet you" he said, looking at Peter and silently asking him about what the hell was going on.

"Grandpa, can he stay for a few days? I promise you he's no trouble… okay, maybe a little."

"Peter, any friend of yours is welcome" Jason said, and looked back at Rocket with reinvigorated hospitality.

Rocket Raccoon sighed.

It was very nice, to just stand next to Quill as they both played Super Smash Bros Ultimate. He offered to make some upgrades to the console, and Quill was rather open to the idea. Now they had a 3D hologram, allowing them to immerse themselves amidst the Nintendo characters, albeit with little sound as to not bother Jason and the housekeeper. Rocket was currently playing as Bayonetta while Quill was playing as King K. Rool. Rocket found himself in a zen state, enjoying the rapid fire attacks that came almost instinctual to him.

"I should bring one of these" Rocket said, "The kids in Knowhere really are driving everyone crazy."

"Guess I left in the nick of time, eh?" Quill answerred

Rocket punched him playfully in the arm.

"And leaving us to take care of the mess? You an absentee father or somethin'?"

"Maybe I am."

"No wonder you left a string of grilfriends behind."

As he said this, Rocket summoned an infernal demon that finished that match.

"Aw man, no fair!" Peter mock pouted, "You totally distracted me!"

"Quill, you've been distracted by her ass this whole time."

It wasn't actually true; the raccoon's sensitive nose could tell Peter had been a good boy in the horniness department. But he did pick Bayonetta to test that.

"Have not!"

"Oh no you have!" Rocket pointed at his muzzle, "I can sniff you out."

"Ew, gross."

The two of them laughed. It was good to shoot the shit, but a knot formed in Rocket's stomach nonetheless.

Rocket Raccoon sighed.

It was the second sunset by the Quill residence, and though the trees obstructed the daystar the orange light still flooded the backyard, the trees' shadows forming intricate patterns with the light beams. It wasn't as spectacular as some of the vistas in outer space or in various planets, but Rocket was fine with that. This was meant to be relaxing.

Footsteps followed, and Peter sat beside him.

"Not a lot to see, uh?"

"Depends" Rocket said cryptically, looking at Quill.

"What?" Peter asked?

Rocket sighed, and looked aside.

"With that whole learning to swim thing, you really took that to heart, didn't ya?" Rocket asked.

It was Peter's turn to sigh.

"Yeah, having flings just wasn't healthy for me. Even after the whole Gamora thing, I have all the love I need from family" Peter said the last word somewhat sarcastically.

Rocket chuckled, and a knot formed on his insides.

"Have you considered dating again, though?"

"Maybe" Peter said, "Kinda of awkward to get back in the game right not though."

"Maybe, maybe you'll open your horizons?" Rocket asked, his heart beating faster.

"Like what?"

"I don't know, men?"

An awkward silence fell.

"Maybe you mean a raccoon?" Peter asked.

The two looked into each other's eyes. There was no doubt. Even being different species, even being a gender Quill didn't explore much with, the years and days together caught up to them.

And they kissed. It was a soft meeting of lips, that lasted for a few seconds that felt like decades.

"Uh, your nose is wet" Peter giggled.

"Is that a problem" Rocket asked, semi-seriously.

"Not at all."

Another kiss ensued, this time more passionate. The different jaw structures made it awkward, but in the end both fit together as one.

"What now?" Peter asked.

"Well, you have a ship, I have a ship, we'll meet when we can" Rocket said.

And that was all it took for them to rest in each other's arms, watching the fading light.

[oliviaopossum]

Rocket and The Imp

Synopsis: Drunk and depressed on Knowhere, Rocket encounters a being of his own kind. Can they work together to piece together their past and save the lost souls of Halfworld, or will they succumb to the dark forces of a mystical beast and a crazed rabbit? An excessively explicit love story.

Read Here:

A03 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/60141931

SoFurry - https://www.sofurry.com/view/2194298

FanFiction.net - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14406275/1/Rocket-and-The-Imp

Well, here it is, my first story! And it's kind of not even my story, lol. 'Rocket and the Imp' started as an old fan fiction written by my friend Kersync. They took it down a while ago, and let me rewrite and expand on it and make it my own. This is posted with their permission. Cover art by @nobbys_art. This is my first time posting a story, so excuse me if I went overboard with the tags.

[aaron-ellisor-the-dinosaur]

rate Roquill on a scale ☺️👍

[bananababblegigglemuffin]

Dinner, Destinies, and a Dash of Chaos

Note: a date with Hugh Jackman turned a multiversal pickle.

The night started normally enough—if anything in your life could be called “normal” after you somehow found yourself dating Hugh Jackman. One moment, you’re adjusting your dress in the mirror, nerves twisting in your stomach because Hugh insisted on surprising you with a rooftop dinner. The next? Well, let’s just say chaos had other plans.

Hugh meets you at the door of your apartment, all rugged charm in a leather jacket and that half-smile that makes your heart race. “You ready for this, love?” he asks, his Australian drawl thick with mischief.

The two of you take the elevator up to the rooftop of some impossibly chic restaurant. Candles flicker in the breeze, a violinist plays softly in the corner, and Hugh, ever the gentleman, pulls out your chair.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours. It’s intense, the kind of gaze that makes you feel seen in ways you never thought possible.

Just as you’re about to melt into the moment, a low whirring sound interrupts the tranquility. You glance up, confused, and see… a glowing portal tearing through the air right next to your table.

“What the hell—” Hugh begins, but before either of you can react, the portal sucks you in.

Multiverse Madness

You land with a thud on a dirt road, the smell of pine trees thick in the air. Hugh is sprawled beside you, groaning. “What just happened?” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.

Before you can answer, a growl rumbles behind you. Turning, you see Logan—yes, Wolverine himself—stalking toward you, claws extended, his face a mask of suspicion.

“Who the hell are you, and why do you look like me?” Logan growls, glaring at Hugh.

“Mate, I am you,” Hugh replies, standing up and brushing off his jacket. “Well, the better-looking version, anyway.”

You groan, already feeling the tension rising. “Please, can we not do this right now?”

Before Logan can retort, another portal opens, and out steps Loki, resplendent in his green-and-gold armor, his smirk as infuriating as ever.

“Well, this is delightful,” Loki drawls, eyeing the group with amusement. “A grumpy mutant, a mortal with questionable taste in jackets, and—” His eyes land on you. “Well, aren’t you intriguing.”

You roll your eyes, refusing to be charmed. “Don’t start.”

Hugh steps protectively in front of you, his jaw tight. “Alright, who’s responsible for this mess?”

Loki raises a hand. “Guilty. But in my defense, I was bored.”

Romance Amid the Chaos

As you travel through various universes trying to find a way home—courtesy of Loki’s “accidental” portal spell—you can’t help but notice the way Hugh stays close to you, always shielding you from danger. Whether you’re running from Hydra agents in one dimension or avoiding an explosion caused by Rocket Raccoon in another, Hugh’s hand never leaves yours.

One night, as you sit around a campfire in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, Hugh pulls you aside. “You alright, love?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I’m fine,” you whisper, though the weight of the multiverse feels heavy on your shoulders.

He cups your cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles. “We’ll get through this. I promise. You and me? We’re a team.”

The sincerity in his eyes nearly breaks you, and before you can overthink it, you kiss him—slow and deep, as if the universe itself has disappeared, leaving just the two of you.

Logan, of course, chooses that moment to walk by. “Get a room,” he mutters, but there’s a hint of a smirk on his face.

The Final Showdown

Eventually, Loki admits that he can’t fix the mess he’s caused without retrieving an artifact guarded by—you guessed it—Thanos in yet another universe.

“This is insane,” you mutter as you, Hugh, Logan, and Loki prepare to infiltrate the Mad Titan’s fortress.

“Insane is just another word for fun,” Loki quips, twirling his daggers.

Hugh, ever the optimist, squeezes your hand. “We’ve got this. And if we don’t… well, I’ve had a good run.”

The mission is chaotic and ridiculous—Logan slashes his way through Thanos’s minions, Hugh surprises everyone by knocking out a guard with a frying pan he found (because of course he would), and Loki, predictably, disappears the moment things get tough.

But it’s you who manages to grab the artifact, narrowly dodging Thanos’s grasp as Hugh pulls you back into the safety of another portal.

Back to Reality

You land back on the rooftop where it all started, the table still set, the candles now burned halfway down. For a moment, everything is silent.

Then Logan snorts. “Well, that was a waste of time.”

Loki, who has somehow reappeared, smirks. “Speak for yourself. I found it quite entertaining.”

Hugh ignores them both, his attention solely on you. “You alright, love?”

You nod, though your heart is still racing. “I think so.”

He smiles, that soft, crooked smile that made you fall for him in the first place. “Good. Because I still owe you a dance.”

And as the violinist begins to play once more, Hugh pulls you close, the chaos of the multiverse fading into the background.

Somewhere, Logan grumbles, “I need a drink,” while Loki watches with an amused expression.

But you don’t care about any of that. Because in this moment, it’s just you and Hugh, dancing under the stars, as if the entire universe exists just to bring you together.

End.

[ym4yum1]

Preface — My favorite Spy (5)

November, 2024.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

How did the MCU shape Natasha Romanoff's character?

In AoU, THE Black Widow — arguably Marvel's sharpest, most capable spy — had her "damsel in distress" moment while waiting for Bruce (not even the Hulk) to save her from captivity. The only female Avenger at the time, Natasha was suddenly reduced to a love interest, questioning her worth as a hero and burdened with shame simply because she couldn't procreate. Who thought this was a good idea? My husband's answer: "A man." No offense.

Now, let's consider how Natasha has evolved in the MCU.

In Iron Man 2 (2010), she flirted with Tony, but earned his respect by hacking a system JARVIS couldn't crack to free Rhodey. In The Avengers (2012), she had a deep partnership with Clint, outsmarted Loki, and found the key to close the portal. In The Winter Soldier (2014), she was as much a protagonist as Steve, building a strong connection with him, even sharing a kiss. Then, in Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015), the film began with her already involved with Bruce. Yet, their story happened almost entirely off-screen, undermining the narrative principle of "show, don't tell," and diminishing her existing relationships.

If I were Thor, I'd be upset at being the only Avenger left out of Natasha's supposed romantic entanglements.

Jokes aside, the "monster connection" between Natasha and Bruce felt forced and unearned, as did their "romance" — a plot device to tie together two isolated people with no meaningful payoff. Ultimately, it was a disservice to both, reducing them to simplistic, cartoonish tropes.

Then, in Captain America: Civil War (2016), Natasha was forced to choose sides, pitted against close friends like Steve and Clint while trying not to lose her Avengers family. In Avengers: Infinity War (2018), though worked underground, she continued fighting crime alongside Steve.

Finally, in Avengers: Endgame (2019), her death was framed as her "redemption". But really? By this point, hadn't she evolved well beyond her past, proving her heroism time and again — even taking on a leadership role within the Avengers? And why would Steve Rogers — one of the best tacticians ever — send two non-superpowered humans to retrieve an Infinity Stone on an unknown alien planet? The Soul Stone's demand for a "sacrifice of love" was unknown to the Avengers, yet the writers chose Natasha and Clint, who had a deep bond, without any strategic justification.

From a storytelling perspective, sending someone with resilience or cosmic experience like Hulk or Rocket Raccoon would have made more sense. Natasha and Clint — skilled spies — would have been better suited to New York than the Hulk, where stealth mattered. Instead, many of these choices felt contrived and plot-driven rather than organic character growth, making Natasha's sacrifice feel hollow and unearned — designed more for emotional impact than logical consistency. Further, the absence of a funeral added insult to injury.

Sending Natasha Romanoff to Vormir, a mission that essentially preordained her death, without any explanation whatsoever, cheapened her development. From that moment, the plot felt lackluster, the movie lost its meaning, and the MCU lost a fan. But I digress.

[raccoonfallsharder]

･:*𑁍 overheard on the bowie

[new 8/2] ❤︎‬❤︎ oneshot masterlist | main masterlist fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 12,973.

rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. see warnings below.

Rocket’s not thinking. His low-light vision is hungrily  licking up the gleam of your shins and your shoulders and your hair — your big shocked eyes all shiny, your lips swollen and bitten and slick. Your panties are still slightly askew and he can see how soaked they are from here: the silken shine of wetness on the inside of your thighs, the puffy outline of that soft, bratty little cunt of yours.  “R-Rocket?” Chest heaving, he leaps onto your bunk, clawed hand cuffing your pretty ankle and yanking. Your breath whuffs out of your lungs as he heaves you off the pile of pillows and down onto your back: t-shirt rumpling up under your shoulderblades and tits, hair splaying like a flower behind your head as he hauls you toward him. Your eyes are all glossy and baffled and maybe a little scared, and that pierces through his glaze of need and greed and wild fury for a second. It’s not your fault you have the worst-behaved little pussy in the galaxy. He reaches out to you and grips your chin, leathery fingers squishing your cheeks just a little, claws denting the flesh — but not cutting.  “I’m gonna help you out with your little problem. ‘Kay?” When you just stare at him mutely, eyes all big and confused and kinda frightened, he grunts and crouches and reaches for your wet panties with his other hand, tapping unerringly against your clothed clit.  “This one, sweetheart. Okay?” Your eyes flicker — he can’t read with what — and your face grows hot under his fingers. He waits, teeth gritted, muscle twitching in his jaw, nose flared and breathing in the scent of you, wet and needy.  Hesitantly, you nod. 

･:*𑁍 read more on ao3 𑁍*:･ oneshot masterlist | main masterlist

WARNINGS: absolutely plotless smut. pining, angst, far too much sexual frustration. fingering, spanking and pussy slapping, begging, cunnilingus, praise/degradation, crying, overstim. variations on "slut" and "brat" (affectionate), pet names like "sweetheart," "princess," etc. i scaled back the number of orgasms but it's still a pretty unlikely number for an average humie. i apologize for my sins

support/mdni banners by @/saradika-graphics lace divider by @/v6que

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

On a more serious note, now that I’m halfway into Farscape season 1, I can’t help but think about Peter Quill/Star-Lord from “Guardians of the Galaxy” being a lesser John Crichton. Because, as I’ve written before, James Gunn was so obviously inspired by Farscape:

1) John and Peter are the good ole American protagonists who were taken to deep space against their will. They connect with people through pop culture references and their good heart.

2) Aeryn Sun and Gamora are the stone cold warriors who used to fight for the bad guys but are now on the side of good. They also have a romance with John/Peter.

3) Ka D’Argo and Drax are the proud warriors who are seeking to redeem themselves. They also are so stiff that references and simple sayings go over their heads.

4) Rygel is sorta kinda like Rocket Raccoon in that they’re the scheming loudmouths who look out for themselves.

5) Pilot and Groot fulfill the role of the lovable support character who helps everyone in the crew.

6) Zotoh Zhaan doesn’t have a perfect GOTG counterpart, but I really do feel that James Gunn split her traits between Nebula (who got the rage and tragic backstory) and Mantis (who got the mind powers).

Anyways, back to the main point. While Peter Quill does come off as a John clone, I think the way John’s arc was handled was superior to the way Peter was written. I think the main reason is that I can see why John would be his crew’s leader (or, at least, the crewmate keeping everything together) while Peter feels like he’s the leader because the plot says he should be.

John starts off as the goofball who can’t do anything right. No one trusts him and they think of him as the idiot who they just keep around. But as season 1 goes on, you can tell that he’s the glue who’s keeping the crew together. He’s the crewmate who got everyone to open up, especially Aeryn (who was trained to be cold and emotionless) and D’Argo (who distrusts everyone because of his traumatic past). He’s like that one friend who you feel like you can talk to about anything, especially since everyone else in the crew is dealing with their own problems.

So when we get to the episode where John is ready to leave, it makes sense that everyone feels hesitant to see him go. Aeryn is starting to fall for him, he was one of the few people who D’Argo would consider a friend, he helped Zhaan through some of her toughest times, and he generally got along with Rygel.

As for Peter Quill, I’m not saying he was badly written. It’s just him being treated as the team’s leader is not as believable. It’s like, imagine if John Crichton was written to be as emotionally closed off and standoffish as everyone else in the crew. While this does make Peter stand out as his own character separate from John, it also makes you wonder why Quill was written as the team’s leader. I’m sure that’s why it was a recurring gag that Quill was always struggling to be seen as the leader, whether it was from Rocket or Thor. The writers knew that wasn’t 100% believable, so they wrote it into the story.

I don’t get that with John. He might be the resident goofball, but he’s also why the crew hasn’t fallen apart.

TL;DR Peter Quill/Star-Lord was obviously modeled after John Crichton. But the MCU character who feels more in line with John as a character is Clint Barton/Hawkeye.

[bbasmos]

La Bomba - Roquill fic (Español) - Masterpost.

Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1, 2, Avengers: Infinity War/Endgame, Thor: Love & Thunder.

Pareja principal: Rocket Raccoon/Peter Quill (Star-Lord). Peter Quill (Star-Lord)/Thor (no se lo tomen en serio, es solo para volver loco a Rocket).

Rating: Adulto, por sexo explícito.

Categorías: Realidad Alterna Post-Endgame, Primera Vez, Problemas de Comunicación porque Peter y Rocket son Idiotas (y Thor también), Romance, Humor, Drama, SMUT/Contenido Sexual Explícito, Rocket POV, Peter Quill/Star-Lord POV, Bottom Rocket, Top Peter.

Spoilers: Avengers: IW/Endgame, Thor: Love & Thunder, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 1-2.

Sinopsis: Era una buena mañana. Con el equipo de regreso, comenzando otra misión, haciendo lo que Guardianes eran conocidos por hacer—Raramente, Rocket sentía esta claridad al levantarse y recorrer la cocina del Benatar buscando por algo de café terrano. Luego, se tropezó con Thor saliendo de la cabina de Quill completamente desaliñado y medio desnudo—el café se volvió ácido en su lengua.

Dedicatoria especial: ¡A Inubaki y a Peter Quill! ¡Feliz Cumpleaños suuuuuuper atrasado, amiga! 

Estatus: WIP - En progreso.

Arte: @shelbyinubakilee

Cover: @bbasmos

Ch 1 / Ch 2 

[writers-requiem]

Hey y'all. So even though the last one isn't as popular as say my Rocket Raccoon fanfic, I'm doing another one for the Wolfman anyway, because I want to. And you can't stop me. So without further ado, enjoy another romantic fanfic about Lawrence Talbot himself.

A Moonlit Dance With The Beast (Lawrence Talbot, AKA the Wolfman x Reader)

Genres: Romance, Fluff, Fanfic

Pairing: Lawrence Talbot (Wolfman 2010) x GN! Reader

Fandom: The Wolfman 2010

Warning(s): Mentions murder, French Kissing with tongue and allusion of sex

Word Count: 620

You were sitting atop a hill with a lovely view of London and the night sky. You saw the full moon and thought nothing of it. Even if the Wolfman came for you, you knew that you were always safe. Not because of some savior, but because he liked you. Even if he couldn't outright tell you.

The rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs followed by wolfish growling alerted you to his presence. You turned around slowly and greeted him with open arms. His clothes were tattered and torn up, but no blood. Looks like he listened and kept that promise. You had made the beast swear he wouldn't kill people anymore and it looks like he complied with your request. Every time Lawrence transformed his first instinct after the transformation was to make sure you were okay. And if he saw someone as a threat to your safety, he killed them. He still doesn't have complete control over his wolfish counterpart, but he can prevent himself from killing people so he's making progress.

He walks closer to you and once he's close enough to where he needs to look down to look you in the eye, he stops. You cup his cheek in your hand, feeling the fur that covers it and admiring how soft and fluffy it was. He leaned in and you followed suit, sharing a kiss. A soft, sweet, tender kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck as he supports you. He then places his palm on the back of your hand and holds it, guiding it away. He holds it out and slowly begins to turn as you faintly hear grass and leaves rustling below you. You both kept on kissing each other while he awkwardly attempted to slow dance with you and his canine feet. You try to guide his feet with yours, teaching the wolf how to dance. He slowly got adjusted to the rhythm of your footsteps with his own and gently guided his other hand to hold you by the waist.

The both of you kept slow dancing, the moonlit hill being your stage and your audience the stars above. Neither of you caring if someone disapproves of your love. If you could help Lawrence gain control of his lycanthropy, then you would help him no matter what. The two of you continued to slowly dance and kiss, sharing your mutual affection for each other as he sniffs you and you yourself take in his scent. It's dewy and reminiscent of the forest with a very human scent to it too, probably from the city nearby.

If he could, he would absolutely say "I love you." Regardless, he traced from your hand to your shoulder with kisses. Once he kissed your shoulder he looks at you as you both smile at each other, and then you really start to kiss. I mean, full on French Kissing.

He pins you to the floor and goes to work, pressing his lips to yours and making your tongue wrestle with his. If he could he would've ripped your clothes off and bred you then and there, but he held himself back. He just kissed you and allowed his hands to venture all over you without restraint. After a little while however, he broke the contact between your lips to let out a howl to the moon herself. A howl that was clearly intended to say "I'm the luckiest wolfman alive!" Once he finished his howling he went right back to kissing you, and putting your tongue to work. Afterwards you both fell right asleep on the hilltop, where only you could know just how happy you were, with your big bad wolf.

Thanks for reading this! This was probably shorter but definitely a lot steamier than the last one. Hope you enjoyed it!

[scrompsmilanodiaries]

Hello all ☺️ welcome to my side blog dedicated to our favourite misfits the guardians of the galaxy !! I am male and identify as aroace. Requests are open !!

I do want to get a couple rules out of the way, only 2.

1: have fun ☺️☺️

2: I will only do platonic stories and the reader gender will either be male or gender neutral. Please refrain from requesting smut or romance please

Characters who I will write for: Rocket raccoon, Groot, Star lord/Peter quill.

Characters who I may write for in the future: Gamora, Drax, nebula and mantis.

All can be either MCU or Eidos Montreal versions

Masterlist:

31 flavours

Self love

You came back... Pt 2

We are family

I got you

Downtime

Suit up !!

[whumpsday]

i'm gonna talk about my very first ocs because i feel like they deserve it :) when i was a kid i didn't quite have the imagination yet to create whole worlds, so my ocs were often inserts into existing things i was into.

this is a very long post with a lot of useless personal information, and is more a diary entry than anything.

i had many more ocs than what's listed here, but i can't remember most of them, so here are just the ones i remember.

childhood:

at 7, the very first oc i can ever remember making was Maya, a pokemon oc. she was the fourth member of team rocket in the anime canon, and could shapeshift between being a human and a celebi. i remember her being "older" but that could mean anything from a middle schooler to an adult.

also pokemon-related but not quite an oc, i had a lot of fakemon around that time. the only one i remember was a raccoon-like one named Tyco.

at 9, soon after was Tanya, a fairly oddparents oc. she was a little girl who was friends with the main character.

at 10, i really got into oc-making, and the next bunch are all from when i was about 10.

i started getting into "somewhat whumpier" things and made my first "edgy" oc, Deepheart, for warrior cats. she was a black cat with purple eyes and a tragic backstory i can't remember, who eventually got with stormfur.

i was very into danny phantom and continued my tragic backstory experiments with Chelsea. she was a ghost and the younger sister of ember (she was basically an ember recolor) who died in the same fire. she also had fire+music powers, but a polar opposite personality to ember (she was nice).

i can't remember the specifics or names of the ocs i made for a bunch of these, but i also made oc-inserts for the following around this time:

total drama island - multiple ocs, i think i had a whole fancast, which was the closest i got around this time to making an original story.

monster buster club - character existed to be friends with chris, who was my favorite. she was a monster in disguise or something of that nature.

percy jackson - i definitely had one and i was REALLY into it, but can't even remember what god she was a daughter of.

in middle school as i entered early teenhood, i started reading YA books. sadly, my taste was not that great.

preteen:

at 12, i made Chelsea (reused the name from the danny phantom oc because i just rly liked the name), a twilight oc. she was the first vampire oc i ever made, so i guess she was the start of All This. she was the youngest cullen at 14 years old (i do not remember if this was a chronological age or just a physical age and i think i was too oblivious to realize just how significant that difference was), and had a Forbidden Romance with seth, the werewolf kid.

at 13, i realized i could have ocs that were boys! a fantastic revelation! technically i already had ones from the total drama fanseason i had in my head but they were all side characters. made my first main guy, Oliver, a scott pilgrim oc and ramona's 8th ex-boyfriend.

i made a LOT of other ocs for YA books in middle school, but i don't remember much about the others.

teenhood - homestuck:

at 15, i got into homestuck, and that was when things got out of control.

i started with a literal self-insert with my birthname, who eventually got split into 2 alt-timeline versions of herself (i was a girl at the time), one who went with dave and rose during the timeskip and one who went with john and jade during the timeskip. when they met back up, they fell in love and got together, which i think might be the truest expression of self-love i've ever had.

but it didn't end there. i got really into making fantrolls, and made TONS of them. i don't remember their names very well (esp bc they were all made up alien names) but i remember my favorites: a bronzeblood with an eyepatch whose name started with a P, and a violetblood whose name started with an I.

the violetblood was probably my first true whumpee. while violetbloods are normally amphibious, he was born with lungs that don't work, and was forced to remain underwater at all times since he could only use his gills. when sgrub caused the apocalypse, he had a little tank he would stay in on the ship. and when gamzee started killing everyone, he couldn't get away.

this was also where i branched out into creating original characters not tied to an existing IP!!! FINALLY!!! it all started with fantrolls. i made two more significant sets of fantrolls: one centering around an abnormally overpowered purpleblood who had his memory erased and used to be a cruel whumper-type (and a set of supporting characters to go with him), and one centering around a purpleblood who'd been tortured and the lowblood who acted as his caretaker. you can tell i was very much getting into whump at this point, despite not yet knowing the term.

i eventually decided that homestuck's lore was not equipped to carry the stories i wanted to tell for those two, and split them each off into original universes. i am not into homestuck anymore and it's really a relic of its time, but it impacted me quite a lot creatively.

teenhood - original stories:

the amnesia guy came to be named Nova, my first wholly-original character. he existed in a magic/fantasy type universe, and was the most powerful magic-user in his world. he'd previously been extremely evil and caused untold carnage, countless people tortured to death. the heroes, after realizing they could not stop him, decided to try to wipe his memory instead. this did, in fact, work. Nova became a character saddled by EXTREME ANGST about his past wrongs. to make it worse, his pre-memory-wipe evil self eventually started to slowly come back as a separate entity in his mind, essentially haunting him. i daydreamed about Nova for a long, long time, and occasionally still do.

the whumpee-caretaker duo became Dwar and Clobu, members of an original alien species i came up with. unlike Nova's story, which became so divorced from his fantroll beginnings that his origin was basically unrecognizable, this one remained heavily homestuck-inspired. the aliens here were grouped/inspired by the layers of the atmosphere, rather than the signs of the zodiac. Dwar (the whumpee) had skin that looked like the night sky, dark blue with stars all over, while Clobu (the caretaker) looked like a cloudy day. they were pretty :) these guys are a very very early inspiration for the Kane & Jim dynamic.

i also started making non-IP-related ocs without "converting" them around this time. in particular, i became very interested in demons.

first i made Charlie, a teenage demon raised by humans who just wanted to be A Normal Kid. he played the guitar and used tumblr and was all in all very nonthreatening and normal. he was a bit boring.

at about 16, i later made Nicky, a "redo" of the Charlie concept but with more pizzazz. his mother had brought him on a hunt (for humans to kill and eat) while he was an infant, and she was killed by a demon hunter. the hunter couldn't bring herself to kill the baby, so she took him in and raised him instead. Nicky's story is very very long, because he is the only oc from my childhood i still regularly daydream about to this day, and i have been building him up for a decade. some highlights:

accidentally burns his adoptive mom when he's a little boy who's just gotten his fire powers, and it's what makes him realize he never wants to hurt people. she forever has a scar shaped like his tiny little 5-year-old hand.

demons generally need to eat human flesh to be healthy. this is obviously not something Nicky wants to do or even feasibly can do when he's younger. he eats a lot of other meat (mainly pork), and is basically constantly hungry. he carries jerky around with him all the time to snack on.

as a young adult, he and his (human) best friend (mutual pining crush) are stuck in a cave (entrance blocked by rocks) with a bunch of demons waiting to kill them when they leave. Nicky knows he's not strong enough to defeat them, but he could be if he wasn't malnourished. in a moment of desperation, his friend ends up giving him a few fingers to eat so they can make it out alive, and he feels guilty forever that it's the best thing he's ever tasted.

his mom is killed by demons in a fight in his early 20s, and he goes on a ballistic rampage murdering everyone in sight. after this, he runs away and ends up moving to hell.

when he's in his 40s, he sees a little human girl who's been captured and brought to hell, and quickly rescues her. he can't find a way to smuggle her back to earth, so he ends up raising her in his apartment.

when he does eventually get her back to earth years later, he moves in with her dad and they co-parent. becomes a love triangle thing with the dad and his childhood friend who he eventually reconnects with- not for the usual "you have to choose one!" reasons that i hate, but because his relationships with each are honestly very tumultuous.

my other early demon oc was Crimson, a magicless demon who'd been captured by hunters and tortured until a kind hunter rescued him and became his caretaker. this character would later become Kane, but originally there was no "former whumper" backstory, he was just a pathetic little guy.

at 16, my other main obsession as a teenager was dangan ronpa, and of course i made several dangan ronpa ocs whose names i can't remember. one of them was a girl who had a fierce rivalry with togami. i started getting into g/t around this time, and liked to play around with that with my dangan ronpa oc for some reason. i don't know why, it's not like DR had any kind of g/t in it. but i would always imagine a story where togami became tiny and he and my oc came to a begrudging alliance as they tried to fix it.

i also ended up converting this into an original story, taking place in a low-fantasy universe, where a bully character Damien got shrunk by magic, kept in a jar, and was tortured by some of his former victims. his one victim who thinks this is fucked up (can't remember his name) rescued him, and they put aside their differences to fix it. i just love reluctant caretakers and whumper-turned-whumpees.

and that's all the notable ocs i can think of from my childhood! figure they deserve at least a small space on my blog :) and i still might write Nova, Nicky, or Damien's stories someday.