#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.

[thejudgyboiao3]

ayo. new chapter of my rocket/lylla fix it fic out now :)

writing abt them makes me soooo emotional man

[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.

[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]

hay amor (en tu cuerpo) - roquill fic (español) 

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

Pareja principal: Rocket Raccoon/Peter Quill (Star-Lord).

Rating: Adulto, por violencia y sexo explícito.

Categorías: Realidad Alterna de Vol. 3, Acción/Aventura, Primera Vez, Problemas de Comunicación porque Peter y Rocket son Idiotas, Readaptación del Canon/Canon Rewrite, Escenas Perdidas/Missing Scenes, Romance, Humor, Drama, Relación Establecida, SMUT/Contenido Sexual Explícito, Mpreg, Saltos en el Tiempo, Rocket POV, Peter Quill/Star-Lord POV, Exploración de Fisiología Alienígena, Uso de OC’s, Exploración psicológica de personajes.

Estatus: WIP - En progreso.

Arte: @shelbyinubakilee

Cover: @bbasmos

Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3 / Ch 4 / Ch 5 / Ch 6 / Ch 7 / Ch 8 / Ch 9 / Ch 10 / Ch 11

[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!

[thejudgyboiao3]

new chapter of rocket raccoon and the fox! 🦊 🦝 ❤️

i hope someone reads it and likes it :)

[thejudgyboiao3]

no but this is fr one of the most brain melting things i have ever read (a close second to window across the galaxy)

#rocketraccoon #peterquill #petraquill #Entanglement