#rocket x reader smut

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# ◞ ˚ ─ RED LACE (OR LACK THEREOF)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rocket.”

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

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

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

“Can I touch you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[caesarhamato22]

That’s crazy.

Anyway, here’s a sneak peek of my first Rocket smut.

Rocket x Reader NSFW 

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“You’re not tapping out already, are you, gorgeous?” 

His taunting was consistent every time he fucked you, or toyed with you in any way. While your head stayed resting against your pillow, your legs quivered, a sixth orgasm hitting you without mercy or warning. 

Yet, Rocket had only been hit with one. Maybe two. 

So fucking unfair. 

Unfair how your grip on the sheets tightened and loosened, depending on how many stars you were seeing. 

So unfair how your moans couldn’t even be hidden anymore. Overwhelming cries of pleasure and pants of exhaustion were your only replies to his mocking remarks, inflating Rocket’s already monstrous ego. 

He loved every second of it. 

And the most unfair part of it all? 

You loved it just as much. 

~ 

Coming soon ;)

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Male Reader x Rocket Punch / EL7Z UP Yeonhee

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"You're overthinking this."

"No, I'm not!" you argue. "If I sneak over there, I can—"

CLANK!

A sudden bang silences your sorry excuse for hesitation as a shot glass appears in your line of sight and splashes liquor all over your arms.

“Apologies for the spillage,” Yeeun says to you. Her eyes tell an entirely different story as they roll: one of an identical exasperation that’s found in Yeoreum’s expression beside you. “A gift from the lovely lady at the end of the bar.”

You follow her gaze, eyes skipping along the bar stools until they reach the far side, where you hear hints of a giggle from the other side of the curtain of blonde they hide behind.

A sigh rips itself from your chest—not at Yeeun, mind you. Mostly at yourself, because you shouldn’t have assumed Yeonhee would let you host a party for the group without stirring up at least a bit of trouble. Then again, you didn’t expect her to put her plan into motion this early into the night.

“Ah, I see. Thanks, I guess.”

After another roll, Yeeun’s eyes turn to Yeoreum, capturing her in a conversation and leaving you entirely with no options other than to follow up on your gift. You rise, scoot in your stool, and walk around the countertop until you reach the end, where a certain someone awaits. “What are you doing, Yeonhee?”

The curtain parts as she flips her hair with a professional grace, revealing those twinkling eyes and slight smirk that refuse to ever leave your heart and mind. “Oh hey,” Yeonhee says, running a finger along the rim of her own shot glass. “You come here often?”

“This is literally my kitchen.” You remain standing, refusing to sink to her level and take the bait.

“So that’s a yes?”

You chuckle, you grimace, but most importantly, you cave. “Yes Yeonhee, I come here often.”

“Interesting …” she says, stretching the word out long enough that you almost believe her. “I would have guessed you’re the type who’d die without food delivery.”

“Hey!” you scoff, nose scrunching in indignation as you relent and pull up a stool beside her. “Who are you to talk when you’re constantly begging for me to make you midnight snacks?”

“Shush, not so loud,” Yeonhee murmurs, pulling you in closer as she leans in. “So … that means you know somewhere private we can go together?”

Her question tells you two things:

What exactly she’s trying to do with this little performance

That you chose a terrible time to try to take a drink of the drink she’d so kindly gotten for you

You fall into a fit of coughs as the burning liquid goes down the wrong pipe, leaving you gasping for air as everyone else in your apartment turns and grimaces at the sight. “Hey, you alright?”

A large hand slaps against your back, finally allowing you to inhale as Nana’s boyfriend looks at you with concern. You turn, still struggling to form words as you tell him, “Thanks, I—” but it gets cut off as another cough rips through you.

“Sorry, what was that?” he asks, leaning in closer.

You grab him by the shoulder, pulling him even closer as you finally regain the ability to string together words and whisper, “Name a number and I’ll pay you it if you can get the other six out of my apartment right now.”

“What? I—”

“Right. Now.” You silence any further questions with a slight smirk of your own, conveying everything he needs to know.

“₩200,000—”

“Done.”

“... and a favor,” he finishes.

You grimace, but in a split second and a single glance, your mind is made. Because you see her. Yeonhee. Eyes trained on you, expectations clear as day even as she’s so casual about it all: blowing a bubble with her gum—when the hell did she—hand in her hair as she twirls it around. 

“Done.” Turns out her hair’s not the only thing Yeonhee’s got wrapped around her finger.

“A pleasure,” he says, then turns to face the others. “Alright girls, first round at karaoke’s on me! We’re gonna give this guy,” he says, with a pitiful glance in your direction, “a chance to rest his vocal chords and Yeonhee a chance to play nurse. Everyone ready?”

It’s a pitiful excuse with all the subtlety of a freight train, but it seems you’re a sorry enough sight for the other members to let you off the hook. A few minutes later, once all the goodbyes are said and done, they finally depart and take their judgemental eyebrows with them, leaving you solely in the sights of Yeonhee’s fuck me eyes.

“Hey stranger,” she calls out, crossing her legs as she lounges against the countertop. “Looks like it’s just you and me now. Alone.”

“Looks like it,” you say, striding around the island to the excessive amount of alcohol intended for the party that was supposed to happen tonight. “Can I buy you a drink?”

A spark of pleasant surprise tugs at the corner of her mouth, mirth filling her expression as you play along. “Please do.”

You reach down, opening the cabinet and pulling out another pair of shot glasses—ones much bigger than you'd ever use for “responsible” social interactions. Two heaping helpings of hard alcohol later, you slide a glass across the countertop and into the expectant hand of your houseguest.

“So, what are we toasting to?” you ask. “Our good health? Family? Friends—like the ones we just kicked out?”

“Nah, nothing like that,” Yeonhee responds, the sparkle in her eye shining as bright as ever. “How about something even more special?”

“To us?” you suggest, offering your drink to her.

She leans forward, as if she’s intending to indulge and take a sip, but instead, she leans further in. It takes a moment for you to realize that she’s kissing you—subverting your expectations seems to be her specialty tonight—but as soon as the realization sets in, you’re all too eager to indulge. Your hairs stand on end as you melt into the contact, losing yourself in the connection and cursing its loss when she pulls away.

“To us,” Yeonhee confirms when you reopen your eyes and stare into hers, tipping her own glass to your lips as you both down the other’s drink, savoring the saccharine burn as it flows down your throat. You waste no time pulling Yeonhee into another, deeper kiss before she can take a breath. The faint hint of strawberry from the flavored vodka remains, but the softness of her lips is even sweeter. Your mind spirals as the kiss deepens, and the lids of your eyes shut, allowing you to focus on the other sensations overwhelming you.

The needy scrape of her teeth against your bottom lip. A moan, barely escaping her lungs and echoing against the inside of your mouth as she leans into you. Her scent: hints of vanilla hidden amongst the overpowering scents of alcohol that have long since overtaken your kitchen. Another taste entirely emerges as the kiss deepens further and her nibbles become more insistent, nipping at your skin and drawing the taste of iron from your veins.

Some foolish sense of self-preservation forces you to pull away, leaving you stunned by the sight of Yeonhee, eyes focused on you as she drags the back of her hand against her lips, wiping away any evidence of her misdeeds as she smiles all too sweetly. “You wanna like, get out of here?”

“Oh yeah? And go where?”

“You could take me back to your place.”

“Yeonhee, we … sure. Let’s go back to my place,” you accept, eyes too wide to roll as she stands and saunters over to you.

“Wonderful. Mind giving me a ride?” Yeonhee asks as she closes the distance, stunning you once more as the scent of her perfume reaches your senses.

“Of course,” you say, sweeping her up into your arms. Your heart melts all over again as she yelps in surprise, wrapping her arms around your neck as you hold her close against your chest. You circle around your living room once, twice, thrice, and while the sound effects of screeching tires and honking horns might be a bit unnecessary, the melodious laughter that rings out from Yeonhee makes it more than worth the effort.

Finally, you set her back down, but make sure to pull her into a hug, keeping her close as you whisper, “Alright babe, we’re home. What now?”

“We could do another round of shots,” Yeonhee offers, though the suggestion’s a formality at best when she pulls away from you and sits down on the couch with legs so invitingly spread. “Or …”

“I could taste something even sweeter,” you finish. A quick glimpse at her eyes gives you all the invitation you need, gives you that last bit of confirmation that your thoughts couldn’t be more aligned.

You settle into a familiar position: seated between Yeonhee’s creamy thighs, head shaking in disapproval at the sorry excuse for a pair of shorts separating you from your desires. It’s with a practiced poise that your fingers hook into the waistband of her shorts and then further still, capturing her panties and removing both barriers in a single tug.

“So eager …” Yeonhee murmurs, corners of her mouth curling as giggles slip past her lips. You lose any chance you might have had to respond as you look up into her eyes and your train of thought is completely derailed by the sight of her bottom lip, captured between her teeth as she wordlessly begs for you to continue.

Unfortunately for her, instead of diving into the main course, your exhales serve as an appetizer, cascading hot breaths across her glowing skin. Your fingertips trace symbols alongside the insides of her thighs, spelling out names, places, and whatever the fuck else your imagination can come up with as you send faint shockwaves across her synapses, triggering the slightest of shivers across her body. Any hints of laughter died many moments ago, replaced by her best attempt as disinterest as she mumbles and grumbles and asks can’t you just get on with it?, but her words quiver and die on her lips as she whimpers in frustration.

Her hands find a home in your hair and dig into your scalp, growing more insistent by the second as she stares at you through half-lidded eyes, letting out impatient, exasperated sniffles as you just barely miss her most sensitive areas. In the dim glow of your apartment, you see a faint sheen of arousal coating her folds, but it’s nothing compared to the torrent of pleas and promises as Yeonhee asks why? and please? and begs for you to stop teasing me …

Part of you wants to acquiesce, give your beautiful girlfriend what she wants like you always do, but instead, your hands clamp down on her thighs, capturing them in a firm grip, denying Yeonhee the friction she so desperately craves even as she squirms and kicks and struggles to bring herself over the edge. You’re perfectly in tune with Yeonhee’s desires, reading her shudders and shakes like notes on a sheet, using her body as the instrument of your desires as you play her a symphony of suffering, a cacophony of crescendos that you cut short before they can ascend all the way up the scale.

The performance sends ripples across the rest of her body, sending waves of tension along the tight muscles of her stomach before ascending further upward. One of your hands follows the path up to her breast and its painfully hard nipple, capturing it between two fingers and tweaking the sensitive nub, earning another heavy gasp through gritted teeth as Yeonhee loses further control of her labored breaths.

A sigh.

A plea.

A moan.

A scream.

All of it mixes together in your ears, just another drop amidst the river of incoherent muttering spilling forth from Yeonhee’s lips. There’re curses and cries, requests for mercy and hopes that you die, a spate of stammered and slurred syllables that grow your smirk ever wider as you oh so slowly inch closer to her core.

Another exhale, a brief brush of the back of your knuckle against her clit, another pinch of her nipple—you employ every tactic available in your arsenal as she slumps back against the couch, reveling in the raw desperation on her face as arousal overwhelms her ability to fight back. You’re sadistic enough to keep her teetering on that precipice for a few minutes longer, just long enough for her cloudy eyes to fog over and for every single muscle in her body to clench.

It’s at that pinnacle of tension that you pounce, lips latching onto the swollen bud of her clit and sucking hard as you slip a pair of fingers into her dripping folds. Immediately, her whimpers turn to wails then die in her throat, her voice breaking as little raindrops of relief spill from the corners of her eyes.

Yeonhee melts into the couch as the tremors overtake her and waves of pleasure crash over her body. The gasps of breath she breathes in between her sobs are your favorite song, an orchestra of overwhelming release that you demand an encore of. Even as her back arches, her toes curl, her eyelids shut and her fingertips dig into your scalp, your hunger persists, driving you to demand more.

Another thrust of your fingers. Another kiss on her thigh. Another brush against her clit. Then another. And another. Her fingers dig deeper still, clinging to you like you’re her only tether to reality even as you’re the one bringing her to the brink of madness. Her moans climb an octave, then higher still, offering little affirmations of fuck and yes and please as you chase your shared desire.

The second orgasm comes quicker and hits much harder than the first, sweeping over Yeonhee like a hurricane and leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. The way she spasms, the way she shakes, it’s picturesque how her juices leak out and coat your face. Her walls clamp down on your fingers and force you to slow your pace to a crawl, allowing Yeonhee to come down from the high you’ve brought her to.

With that, you finally withdraw from her, mesmerized by the sight of her chest rising and falling in time with the heavy breaths she desperately sucks into her lungs. “So?” you ask, shamelessly smug as you lick the juices off of your soaked fingers. “Was that everything you were hoping for when you saw me from across the bar?”

“Not even close,” Yeonhee fires back, eyes burning bright as she stands and meets your eyes. “But it’s a damned good start.”

She leans in before you can reply, capturing your lips with fervent need as she pulls you close. “You know what I think?” she murmurs.

“What?”

“You, my dear,” Yeonhee murmurs. “Are way too overdressed.”

Yeonhee punctuates her point by dropping your belt to the ground—when did she even—and skating her hands up your stomach before hooking her fingers into the waistband of your jeans. With an insistent tug, she catches your eyes, pouting oh so prettily. Her teeth catch in her lower lip, pressing against it so, so softly as even as her desire threatens to set the room ablaze. And just in case that wasn’t enough—

“Please?”

No’s never an option when she asks so nicely. You do as she desires, lifting your shirt above your head and plunging the room into darkness for a moment. As your vision returns, you’re met with the sight of an empty room, save for Yeonhee’s shirt fluttering in the wind, acting as the sole hint as to where she’s gone. Well, that and the melodious laughter echoing down the hallway.

A soft smile spreads across your face as you follow the sounds of her footsteps, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake as your mind races. Part of you wants to play this slow, deny her desires even further, but that single syllable echoes throughout your head. Please. It’s unfair, really. She’s unfair. But that’s also what makes it so fucking fun.

At the top of the stairs awaits the entrance to your bedroom, and within lies an image that stops your heart for a swift second: Yeonhee, lounging atop the bed, her golden river of hair cascading over the pillows as she licks her lips at the sight of you.

“So.”

“So?”

“So,” you deadpan, taking slow, measured steps until you reach the foot of the bed. “What now?”

“I had an idea … if you’re willing to humor me,” Yeonhee offers, recapturing her hair around her finger and twirling it around, just like she did at the start of all of this.

“I’ve been doing so all night, no reason to stop now,” you jest, earning a mirrored smile that manages to just barely hint at Yeonhee’s adorable charm beneath the sultry expression.

“So … what if I laid back?” Yeonhee asks as she twists herself on the bed and hangs her head off its edge. Her eyelashes, still damp from your earlier torment, flutter up at you and send your stomach spiraling into knots. There’s this magnetism to her, something about those doe-like eyes that sends you into decision paralysis as you ponder whether to lean down and kiss her on the nose or shove your cock down her throat and see just how messy your pretty girl can get for you.

“What if you took this incredible cock,” she purrs, warm breath cascading over your cock and sending shivers down your spine. She tilts back and parts her lips, mirth lurking in the corner of her smirk as she asks:

“And fucked my face like this?”

Your body reacts before the words even register in your mind, one hand cupping her cheek as the other guides your cock closer, positioning yourself right above her face. Her eyes widen in both desire and delight as she opens her mouth even wider, allowing you to push yourself forward into her waiting warmth. Yeonhee wraps her lips around you, enveloping you and sucking you even deeper as her tongue darts forth, exploring every available inch of your shaft as you continue ever deeper.

A deep, guttural groan rips itself from your chest as Yeonhee bobs her head back and forth, sending waves of boiling crimson through your veins. Both of your hands find a home amidst the silky strands of Yeonhee’s hair, gripping tighter with every withdrawal and subsequent thrust of your hips. Your eyes keep glancing downwards, checking for fear in your lover’s eyes, but Yeonhee meets your stare every time with a mirror of the desire and arousal she evokes in you so effortlessly.

As your breaths shorten, Yeonhee’s tongue grows more daring, more insistent. Her intoxicating presence quickly overwhelms your senses; the sight of her in such a vulnerable position, the scent of her skin so tantalizingly close to you, and the downright vile symphony of chokes gasps moans and more as she struggles to withstand the intensity she demands of you. Even with her words taken from her, the way she claws at the inside of your thighs and the seal her lips have on your cock—she makes every single movement and action with the single-minded focus of bringing you to an orgasm just as intense as the ones you’ve given her.  

Your pulse quickens, pulses, and rises, pounding at an elevated, erratic rate as you approach the edge. As you look down and catch one last sight of the beauty giving herself wholly for your pleasure, you do nothing to fight the oncoming storm, instead allowing yourself to tip over the edge into bliss.

The first of your senses to go is sight. Your view of the room goes dark as your head feels light, disconnected from the only part of your body demanding attention.

The next is sound. Any chance you have of hearing the harsh and heavy groans of pleasure reverberating out from your gasping lips is lost, swept up under the current of the sanguine rush pounding in your ears.

Touch spares you no such mercy. Your teeth grit as shockwave after shockwave pulse up your spine and to each and every one of your extremities, turning what would otherwise be an already incredible orgasm into a full-on out-of-body experience.

You remain unmoving, barely keeping upright and at the mercy of the merciless mess before you. Yeonhee refuses to let up even for a moment, oxygen unimportant as she laps at your shaft, gulping down each drop of your cum until she’s drained every ounce of pleasure from you.

Only then, when your sight is barely coming back into focus, do you see her: a single string of saliva connecting the corner of her lips to your cock before breaking off and glistening on her chin. With a coy smirk, Yeonhee wipes it away, making a show of lapping it up off of the back of her hand as her eyes sparkle with sultry satisfaction.

A moment of silence passes between you two, one you’re more than willing to spend admiring the aftermath of your shared desires. Yeonhee’s face is an absolute fucking mess, cheeks flushed with pleasure, lips reddened and swollen, altogether a perfect image of debauched beauty.

There’s something about Yeonhee like this, eyes half-lidded as she awaits her well-deserved praise that kick-starts your heart in a way no one else has even come close to replicating.

“Fucking hell, Yeonhee,” you murmur as you climb into the bed beside her and take her into your arms.

“Wasn’t that fun?” she asks, words light and airy as her eyes sparkle, faux innocence painted on every feature as if she hadn’t nearly sucked out your soul. “Pretty good idea, right?”

“Oh yeah babe, 11/10, no notes,” you respond with a huff, flopping onto your back like a starfish as your eyes close and you take a deep inhale.

The opening notes of your favorite song play as laughter overtakes Yeonhee, sending her into a fit of giggles that leaves you short of breath all over again. A small oof escapes past your lips as she lightly hits your chest, letting out one last bit of playful energy before she snuggles up against your side and wraps her arms around your torso. “The night’s still young, you know. I bet the others haven’t even finished their first round of drinks at the karaoke bar.”

“Oh?” you ask, eyebrow arched even as your eyelids remain firmly shut. “Were you hoping to join them?”

“Of course not. Do you want to be the one who has to explain that you faked an illness just because we were too horny to wait any longer?”

“What do you mean ‘we’? You were the one who just had to play out their filthy fantasy right then and there,” you fire back, opening up your eyes just enough to glare at her.

“I don’t seem to remember you putting up much of a fight,” she responds, shrugging as she looks away to hide her smile.

You opt to let silence be your response because, well, she’s right, but honestly, when you pull her close and feel the way she nuzzles her face into your chest and you catch a whiff of the floral scent of her conditioner, you realize you have higher priorities.

“So.”

“So?”

“Round two?” you ask.

“Wasn’t that round two?” Yeonhee asks, eyebrows scrunching together in deep thought.

“I’d argue that was the second half of part one—evening things out, if you will.”

“I think the pause and change of location means it’s a whole new round.”

“This whole thing started because you pretended my kitchen was a bar and that we were complete strangers. Is this really the time to argue semantics?”

“Actually, yes; I would argue immersion is integral to—”

“Yeonhee.” You cut her off there, interrupting her mid-sentence as you shift your weight atop hers and pin her wrists to the headboard. Your other hand finds a home in her hair once more, twirling those golden locks as you let the silence speak volumes.

“Yes?” she whimpers, eyes wide and breaths heavy.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Another moment passes. Another. Her pulse pounds in your grip, her lips part, her chest heaves, yet you let the silence linger. The air grows tense, making it hard for even you to breathe, but you hold your tongue, patient enough to make her ask, “Why?”

You free your hand from her hair, instead using it to position your cock as you line yourself up with her sopping heat. As you’re about to slip inside her, you lean forward, letting your lips brush against her ear as you whisper, “Because I’m going to make you lose count.”

With that, you push forward into her once more, eliciting another gasp that dies in your mouth as you claim her lips with your own. Her body presses against you, back arching in a truly exquisite display of the pleasure overtaking her. Bit by bit you press onward, breath tight in your chest as you pull away from the kiss and her velvety interior suffocates your cock.

Yeonhee’s breaths come in short, desperate puffs, ragged and scarce as you ruin her further; her teeth find a familiar home in her lower lip as she tries to suppress the signs of satisfaction showing across every inch of her immaculate form, but fails spectacularly.

“More than you bargained for?” you tease, running your thumb over her bruised bottom lip. She opens her mouth obligingly and sucks on your thumb, tongue tickling the pad before moving on to nibble on your knuckle.

“It’s never too much for me,” Yeonhee pants out, words still shaky as she rolls her hips up to meet yours, issuing a further challenge.

“You’re insatiable,” you chuckle. Yeonhee begins to respond, but you silence her once more by capturing her hips in your hands and slamming them down against the bed. You keep her pinned there, perfectly in place for you to achieve your pleasure. Each thrust becomes more insistent, finding a deeper depth inside of her as her hands grasp and claw at your scalp.

Everything feels too close yet not enough—the curve of her body molds against yours, legs clasping around your waist and pulling you ever deeper; she looks at you through tear-stained lashes, eyes unfocused as she tries to keep sight of you. Her fingers weave into your hair and pull, sending tingles of ecstasy and agony into your mind as she clings to her only tether to reality.

Somewhere in the heat of these moments, time fades into irrelevance, seconds slipping past like grains of sand through your fingers. You pin her to the bed, push her up against the headboard, pull her into the shower, bend her over the sink, toss her onto the bed once more, and drown her in the waves of euphoria all over again. Long after the clock ticks forth into a new day, you sink into the silky sheets alongside Yeonhee. You look over and you’re mesmerized by the sight of her, skin shining with the sheen of sweat as she wears your cum as a point of pride.

“Tired yet?” she challenges you, smirking as she trails her delicate fingertips down your chest.

“Fucking exhausted,” you admit, smiling just as wide as her eyes sparkle with mirth. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t go another round if you’re desperate for more.”

“Oh god no, I still need to walk out of here in the morning. Hold me though?”

Yeonhee tries to rest her head against your chest, but you’re quick to pull away and respond, “Go clean up first, you’re a fucking mess.”

“And whose fault is that?” she huffs, crossing her arms in protest.

Your eyes roll, but you sweep her into your arms as you stand, chuckling to yourself as she yelps in surprise and wraps her arms around your neck. “Fine, we go wash up and then we can snuggle as much as you like. Deal?”

“Deal.”

…

…

…

“You're such an idiot, I can't believe you got Yeonhee sick,” Yeoreum huffs from the other side of the phone.

“What do you mean? She seemed fine when she left earli—last night.”

“Really? She's been complaining all day that her throat hurts!”

“O-oh,” you stammer, badly masking your surprise with a cough as your phone dings. “That is … yeah. My bad then, sorry.”

(My most genuine gratitude to @capslocked for their assistance in making this fic far better than it would have been otherwise and for just being significantly more helpful than I could have ever hoped for. I have two other short story ideas in mind that I'll likely try to finish before diving into a mid-length project, after which I think I'm going to try and fully tackle the Saccharine rewrite. As always, thank you so very much for choosing to spend your precious time reading my work, it means everything to me.)

[littleprinces]

Sister in Law

Jung Dahyun (Rocket Punch) x Male Reader

Dahyun was my wife's younger sister, a petite Korean bombshell with long black hair, almond-shaped brown eyes, and a body that could make any man's cock hard. I had always had a thing for her, and I knew she felt the same. We had been exchanging flirty texts and secret looks for months, and I knew it was only a matter of time before we gave in to our desires.

One night, while my wife was out of town on business, I received a text from Dahyun: "Hey, I'm bored. Wanna come over and watch a movie?" I couldn't resist. I arrived at her apartment to find her wearing a tight-fitting shirt and short shorts, her nipples already hard under the fabric.

We started watching a movie, but it wasn't long before our hands started to wander. I leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed me back, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. I reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me. She moaned in pleasure, grinding her hips against my cock.

We moved to the bedroom, and I started to undress her. I kissed her neck, her earlobes, and her nipples, taking my time to savor every inch of her body. She moaned and writhed underneath me, begging me to fuck her. But I had something else in mind.

I spread her legs apart and started to lick her pussy, making her moan even louder. I sucked on her clit, and she came hard, her juices flowing down my chin. I then fingered her pussy, making her moan even louder.

"Oppa aahhh" Dahyun moan so loud and i still suck her pussy and make her pussy are so wet

But I wasn't done yet. I reached around and started to play with her ass, circling my finger around her asshole. She tensed up at first, but then relaxed as I started to push my finger inside her. I fingered her ass while I continued to lick her pussy, and she came again and again.

I positioned myself behind her, and I started to fuck her pussy from behind, doggy style. She moaned and screamed as I pounded her pussy, and I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.

"Oppa ummhh yes fuck me" Dahyun moan so loud

"Yes, Dahyun you are mine uhhh not like your unnie, your pussy are so tight" I keep pounding her so hard and pull her hair so hard

"Yes yes don't stop to fuck me!!" Dahyun scream so loud

I pulled out of her pussy and pushed my cock into her ass, making her scream even louder. I fucked her ass hard and fast, making her moan and beg for more. I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock, and I knew I was going to cum soon.

"Fuck, Oppa my ass" Dahyun scream so loud

"Just cum inside me oppa, i'm your slut!" Dahyun moan so loud

I then came all over her ass and pussy, breeding her like the dirty slut she was. She moaned and begged for more, but I had already cum.

I got dressed and left, knowing I had just had the hottest sex of my life. I couldn't wait to do it again.

[dilftaroooo]

the uraume nonnie is so fucking right ommgg. just like, thinking of a threesome with those two 🤭 (literally giggling n kicking my feet rn mb) but like as a tiktok comment as said "one's for uraume, one's for me." RGHHH sharing sukuna's cocks??

WOW OMG I'VE NEVER SEEN A COMMENT LIKE THAT LMAAOOO. ppl on tik tok r so wild 😭

And thinking about Uraume's character, nonnie, they'd be gentle when the time calls for it. Like, when you're being a sweet little thing for them, they'll treat you with their mouth sucking around your nipple while their palms caress your soft tummy. Telling u how much of a sweet angel you are for them <3

So when we're talkin about a threesome with a four-armed curse. They'll play the role of the calm before the storm--Sukuna would stuff himself deep in ur throat to the point where you start violently hacking, but Uraume would be right behind you, easily gliding themselves inside (strap or dick) of dripping folds. Making sure to shower you with their praises because you're swallowing such a big cock.

"My pristine bunny, I know you are capable of taking both of us. Come on, I know you can take more. You're doing so well for us." UWWWAAAA!!!

(I'm so sure that Uraume would take the one on the top while you take the one on the bottom and Sukuna would offer two hands for each head as you both give lengthy licks to his shaft--wiping the sweat off your face with one hand and plunging your head further down on his dick with the other, saying, "do not bore me," because your kitten licks r starting to get repetitive </3)

[raccoonfallsharder]

kinktober 2024 masterlist ❤︎‬❤︎

three books. three flavors. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ soft & sweet | word count: 37,320. [COMPLETE] ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sultry & spicy | word count: 15,595. [COMPLETE] ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sensual & shameless | word count: 38,775. [COMPLETE]

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⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4/4 parts | word count: 37,320. [COMPLETE] you take a stranger home for a night of celebration. why not? after all, it’s not like there will be any longterm ramifications. an expansion on day 15 of kinktober 2023.

KINKS: public sex, spanking, light praise/degradation, shower sex, temperature play, sensation play, free-use, soft/pleasure dom vibes, somnophilia, praise kink, body worship, biting/marking. check the sunshine masterlist for a more specific breakdown.  CONTEXT: au based on the mcu but i’m playing loose with the timeline and who’s still alive and stuff. let’s say post-endgame? grumpy/sunshine vibes (obviously), “secret affair” (no cheating), workplace fantasy, angst, comfort, relationship anxiety. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course. ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part one | dawn | wednesday, october 8.  ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part two | merediem | thursday, october 10.  ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part three | golden hour | wednesday, october 16. ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part four | vespers | saturday, october 19.

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2/2 parts | word count: 15,595. [COMPLETE] rocket promises you an abundance of rewards in return for your assistance brushing up on some of his old résumé skills. an expansion on day 9 of kinktober 2023.

KINKS: predator/prey dynamics, breath play, restraints & rope-play, dirty talk, blindfold & gag, gunplay, electricity play, forced orgasms, overstim, dacryphilia, tech/sex toys, aftercare, biting/marking. check the ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ masterlist for a more specific breakdown.    CONTEXT: mcu-based, shortly after volume 2. established relationship (you’ve been with the guardians for a while). safeword discussion. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course. ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶ part one | the hunt | tuesday, october 22.  ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶ part two | the bounty | monday, october 28.

you are cordially invited ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ to the fifty-second bicentennial masquerade exhibit in exitar: a night of haunting hedonism (hosted by the tivan group).

18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2/2 parts | word count: 38,775. [COMPLETE] you'd do anything for enough money to care for your ailing mother — including agreeing to a night working for the collector. too bad you weren't more prepared to be part of the entertainment.

KINKS: wolf/bunny references, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex pollen, noncon/dubcon*, public sex, crawling, edging & overstim, dacryphilia, begging, praise/degradation, light humiliation, come-eating, dacryphilia, biting/marking, aftercare. *neither rocket nor reader are necessarily the "aggressor" in this scenario, but have both been forced to ingest an aphrodisiac by a third party. check the you are cordially invited ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊masterlist for a more specific breakdown.  CONTEXT: AU based on mcu vibes. resourceful reader is also a bit of a nihilist (expression of apathy toward life/death). caretaker reader/discussion of ill parent/parent death. the collector & his friends are creepy bastards. sub reader / dom rocket. HEA of course. warning for no smut in part one, too-much-lore, + unhinged plant-science. ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ part one | tricks | thursday, october 31. ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ part two | treats | tuesday, november 5.

pink, gray, & orange support & mdni banners and kiss divider by @/saradika-graphics | purple support/mdni banners by @/cafekitsune | pink flower, gold rose, & masquerade dividers by @/sweetmelodygraphics | yellow flower dividers by @/thecutestgrotto | silver sparkle divider by @/strangergraphics

[mytheoristavenue]

GOTG Rocket x Reader 🍋 - Heatwaves

Summary: Long from home, the ship's air conditioner breaks, resulting in hallucination-inducing heat. Your obvious crush on Rocket doesn't make things any better.

Warnings: Inspired by a series of TMNT fics I did a while back, sexual innuendo, dirty talk, degradation, praise, illness from excessive heat, daydreaming/hallucinating, suggestive situations, sexual tension, judgment impaired by arousal, fem!reader, non specified species!reader, humanoid/anthro!reader, takes place between vol. 2 and infinity war

You were so dizzy, melting into the sofa, sprawled out with no regard for anyone else's comfort. Your head rested against Mantis's leg, while your legs invaded Drax's bubble, not that he minded. His people didn't really understand the concepts of personal space anyhow. You were all in this boat though, Gamora splayed out on the floor as it was the coolest surface in the ship. With this heat, all there was to do to bear it was strip down to the littlest clothing possible before becoming indecent and napping to make the time pass quicker.

"C'mon, you guys, cheer up," Peter forced a cheerful tone from the cockpit. "Rocket said he should be finished with the repairs on the AC tomorrow."

"Thank God," you groaned, pinching the fabric of your tanktop to unstick it from your chest. "I can't take this shit anymore."

"Yeah, I'm so sweaty, it feels like I showered in my clothes." Mantis agreed from above you, doing the same and wiggling all over to have her shirt sit right.

"But you didn't," Drax gave her a lead-poisoned stare. "I have been watching you for hours and you haven't moved, let alone gone to shower." The empath's head very slowly turned towards him, her glare and pursed lips screaming that she was done with his nonsense.

"Ya know," the captain called again. "If you're hot, just think how Rocket feels. It's probably way hotter down there in the boiler, plus he's covered in fur."

"I am Groot." The sapling said, raising his head off Gamora's chest as she nodded, agreeing with him.

"I don't care that fur is like insulation, if you're hot, he's hot. And I don't see any of you trying to help him, so stop whining." Peter's light reprimand, admittedly had pulled on your heartstrings a bit. It was awfully nice of Rocket to fix the AC all by himself, even if he was the only one with the know-how to do it.

"He's right," you sighed, begrudgingly tearing yourself off the sofa, your exposed skin having stuck to it. Finally separated from the mound of leather and flesh, you stumbled over to the kitchenette and threw open the fridge before grabbing a few bottles of water. "Rocket might need some help, I'll go check on him."

-----

You had never been in this part of the ship before, slinking through halls and around protruding pipes and fixtures. It was much hotter down here, closer to the water heating systems. You had to halt for a moment, pressing your hand to the wall for stability as you hunched a bit. If you were already feeling faint, you couldn't imagine how Rocket was feeling. For all you knew, he could have passed out and nobody would have known.

Suddenly you began to make out a distant, distorted racket that echoed and reverberated against every surface. It sounded almost...melodic? Following as it became louder, it led you to a warm light that streamed out from beyond a closed door. You halted for a moment, now being able to separate the noise, which you now recognized as a voice, singing lazily. Rocket never sang in front of people and you almost felt perverted as you listened to his rendition of Silver's 'Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang'. "Now that it's said and we both understand," he softly crooned, voice carrying to far reaches. "Let's say our goodbyes before it gets out of hand."

Inhaling sharply, you finally found it in you to grip the door handle and let yourself in. Orange light flooded out of the small room and the music became as clear as it was going to get, loud enough to conceal the sound of the door opening. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

Everyone had always been able to tell you were sweet on Rocket, and you'd never done much to hide the fact but seeing him now, bathed in marigold neon, laid flat on his back up underneath a large fixture...shirtless- it was too much for you. His fur was slicked against his chest from sweat and his jumpsuit was tied loosely on his hips, revealing much more of him than you ever could have been prepared to see. Adding to that his admittedly lovely, gruff singing voice, the scene was a recipe for an upset tummy.

Deciding you couldn't handle this, you silently tried to back out of the room, eyes trained on him like a deer in headlights. You may have gotten away with it, had one of the water bottles not fallen from the crook of your elbow, alerting him to your presence. Instantly, he rolled out from under the machine, set down his tools, and sat up, staring at you. "(Y/N), what are you doing down here?"

Now that you could see his face, you were in even worse shape. The white stripes on his cheeks were smeared with grease, whiskers crumpled, and fur unkempt. He looked incredibly rugged- more so than usual. "Hello? Knowwhere to (Y/N)?" he croaked again and waved a hand in front of him, voice hoarse from unrestricted use. "You okay?"

At last, you shook out of your trance, flustered to hell and back, and eagerly swooped down to grab the bottle. "Y-Yeah, I'm great! You're just really hot!" Rocket stared at you for a second, waiting for you to correct yourself before owning the compliment and mocking you for it. Obviously, you didn't take the hint, so that was his cue.

"Well thanks, dollface," he smirked, standing up and sauntering over to the doorway, taking the dropped bottle from you before popping off the cap and chugging it. About halfway through, he stopped with a deep, relieved sigh. "I always thought I was pretty hot but it's still nice to hear it from someone else." That's when your stomach dropped, realizing what you'd said. Time to backtrack.

"Oh my God, no!" you gasped, once again dropping what you were holding to slap your hands to your face. "I don't think you're hot!" Rocket looked at you quizzically, hand on hip. "I-I mean I do think you're attractive, b-but not in a weird way! More like a friend way!"

"Uh-huh," he teased, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. "Friend attraction's the best kind, ya know? And don't sweat it, Quill says I'm hot all the time."

"Rocket, please..." you finally gave in, physically crumbling. "I meant like- you're probably getting hot down here and I wanted to bring you something to drink."

"I know, dollface, I'm just yankin' your chain." he laughed, pushing off the wall and walking back farther into the room to sit on a bucket. "I needed a break anyway, thanks princess."

"Princess...?"

"What?"

"N-Nothing!" You finally let out a sigh of relief, following a bit closer and sitting on the floor. "So how's it coming?" you asked, uncapping your own bottle after passing him the last one.

"Well, I've identified the problem, but I don't got the right parts to fix it. Good news is, I think I was able to work up a temporary replacement that should at least get us back to Knowwhere. I know if we can just get home, I can get a brand new part for cheap-" You weren't sure when, but at some point, you'd stopped listening, mind and eyes wandering.

" Ah, fuck, (Y/N), easy! Yeah, j-just like that, keep movin' just like that for me princess..."

"Are you even listening?" Rocket's annoyed tone brought you out of your daydream. You must have zoned out without realizing it, how embarrassing. "Jeez, you're hopeless, ya know that?" He chided, standing up and grabbing a rag to wipe his hands on.

"Sorry..." you slumped shamefully before trailing him as he got back into position. "H-Hey, is there anything I can do to help you out?"

"Hmm," he paused, laying back down on the creeper, ready to roll back under the unit. "I guess you can keep me company, hand me tools," he proposed, disappearing under the machine. Suddenly his voice dropped an octave, words echoed against metallic surfaces that made you freeze. "I know my girl is very good with my tools."

You squeaked at his sudden turn in demeanor, falling on your behind and scrambling away from him. "W-What?!"

Rocket rolled back out, propping up on an elbow, eyeing you with concern. "What, what'd I say?" he asked frantically. "What's up with you?"

"Y-You said-" you stammered, not even comfortable with repeating what you heard. "Y-You said...I'm g-good with your tools!"

He looked at you like you were the biggest moron he'd ever met. "Well, yeah?" he chastised. "You help me in my shop all the time, so I know you know which ones are which. You're good at knowing which ones to hand me." Your chest heaved as he once again returned to his position, reaching his hand out. His small fingers curled, a sign for you to hand something over. "Gimme that ratchet." Quickly, you placed it in his hand, before clicking open the socket set.

"What size socket?"

"Twelve millimeter." He answered, settling the tool on his stomach to use both hands for whatever he was doing. Scanning the set, you plucked out the shallow twelve millimeter piece and set it on his chest, waiting for him to grab it. He did and growled in dismay, giving it back.

"No, princess," he corrected, gasping through clenched teeth. "Need it deep."

"You...w-what?" you carefully asked, feeling incredibly dizzy and unable to discern truth from hallucination.

"I need the deep twelve millimeter, not the shallow one." Rocket scolded, giving a frustrated sigh as he listened to you scramble for the correct piece, profusely apologizing all the while. Finally, you found the right one, presenting it to him just in time for him to roll out from under the fixture again. "Okay, dollface," he titled his head, worried. "What's your deal?"

"Deal? There's no deal!" you played dumb, laughing nervously, hoping he'd just drop it. "I'm fine, really!"

You went rigid, watching him silently creep closer to you, unsure if this was real or not. Finally, he placed a paw against your cheek and whispered in close: "You're burnin' up, baby."

"Rocket, I don't feel good." you stated abruptly. "I-I think something's wrong with me."

"I'll say," he cooed, dragging his knuckles down the side of your face. "How about you let me change that, hmm?" The world around you began to blur, and all you could make out were his words. You understood that his hands were on you, but you couldn't say where; you couldn't feel it, you couldn't even see clearly. "Yeah, baby just lay down, lemme do all the work." He soothed seductively. "Let daddy take care of you, 'kay, (Y/N)?"

That last word, it was your name, right? He kept repeating it, like a broken record, and suddenly all the gruffness left his voice. You listened as intently as you could, hearing it morph from lustful to monotone, and then increasingly more worried- desperate even. "(Y/N)!" There it was again.

Slowly, as his voice became more clear, the cloudiness in your vision dissipated and your senses began to return. Your cheek burned against hot metal, and you could feel patting on your face. A figure hovered over you, close enough to breathe on you. "Goddamnit, (Y/N), wake up!"

"R-Rocket...?" you stuttered, recognizing the figure. "What's going on...?"

"Nevermind that," he hushed. "Lay back down," Suddenly, he turned away from you, yelling out the door, presumably to the oncoming footsteps stampeding down the hall. "In here!" Your eyelids began to get heavy as the world began to fall away again. The last thing you remember was being lifted into the air by a second, hulking figure, then nothing.

-----

You awoke in your bunk, arctic air breezing by your face. What had happened, how did you get here? Where was Rocket? Your fingers twitched, sore from lack of use and the tips of them caught the sensation of something foreign. Multiple fibers connected to one source, soft in mass but wirey when you singled one out. Letting your hand travel up the organism, you froze, realizing you'd answered one of your questions. Glancing down, you found Rocket, curled in a ball at your side. That was odd, you did share a room, but Rocket never slept in your bunk.

Your movements must have roused him as he stirred under your touch, slowly unfurling himself and stretching out. "You're up," he noted, smiling a bit. "You'll be happy to know the AC is fixed."

Now that you took notice of it, the room was cooler, cold even. "Wow," you yawned, smiling back sleepily. "How long was I out for?"

"About eight hours," he copied, yawning as a reaction to seeing you do the same. You halted a moment, confused.

"Wait, I thought you said it'd take you another day to fix it?" you rubbed sleep from your eye waiting for his explaination.

"Nothin' an all nighter couldn't fix." He laughed exhaustedly, curling back up into your side. You'd usually question his sudden cuddliness, but it made your bed that much cozier. "Honestly, your little heatstroke..." his voice softened a bit. "It scared me a little. I was worried about ya."

"Heatstroke..." you repeated. "That makes so much sense," At least now you had an explanation for all those hallucinations from earlier. Though you were glad to be well again, Rocket's attention was nice, even if it was all in your head. "That explains me hearing and seeing things that weren't there down in the boiler. Sorry for acting so weird.." you confessed sheepishly.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled cockily, eyes peacefully resting. "We'll definitely be having a lengthy, private conversation about all that after I catch up on some sleep." Your stomach dropped at that, imagining all the terrible outcomes that could result from said conversation. "And for the record, dollface, I do think you're very good at handling my tools, ya know," he smirked, nuzzling your ear. "When you follow directions."

Your stomach did flips as your head began to feel heavy again. "I-I must still be hallucinating...I swear I just heard you say-"

"Did I fuckin' stutter?"

[nyxivy]

Rocketober - Day 1 - Friends

A/N: am i starting this midway through october? Maybe so. You cant stop me

Contents: No actual smut just rocket being horny. Nsfw descriptions? Smut mentioned. Female reader. No use of Y/N

Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Just friends. Rocket chants in his head as he fixes his eyes to the gun he's tinkering with. To be honest it hasn't ressembled anything even similar to a gun since you've come flouncing in, basically flaunting your flarking flawless body in your little skimpy loungewear, making it pretty much impossible for Rocket to get anything done.

Not for the first time this evening his eyes rake over your body when you turn away from him. From the way your hair fell perfectly against the back of your neck, slightly mussed up from a day of doing nothing much, allowing Rocket to imagine that your head looked that way from being buried in a pillow, his hand placed at the crown of your skull, claws gently gripping the roots of your hair, keeping your moans nice and muffled. He shakes his head out of the daydream and his eyes continue their path down your body, your oversized sleep shirt drapes over the gentle curve of your shoulders. He knew that if you turn around he would be able to see the swell of your tits, and the outline of your nipples where you'd decided you didn't need a bra. A decision he both cursed and thanked you for. The hem of the shirt rested on the crest of your ass, bunched up where he swears he'd seen you purposefully hoist it up before you bend over to do fuck knows what. He actually doesn't think he has a single idea what you're actually doing in here apart from shamelessly parading around for him to gawk at but his thoughts never get any further as his eyes fall on your ass. He actually thinks his jaw drops open and his brain short-circuits a bit. The quite frankly tiny booty shorts you're wearing do nothing to protect your modesty, and the way you're bent over allows them to ride up even more, exposing your soft skin. He has the urge to bite. Not enough to break skin, just enough to make you squeal in that adorable way you do when something startles you. He thinks about the way your ass would feel in his hand, firmly gripping the plumpness and maybe even the way it would bounce if he gave it a sharp smack- oh fuck. He feels himself go entirely still as his eyes lock on the most glorious thing he thinks he's ever seen. Right there, between your legs, not five feet away from him he can see the plump outline of your pussy, the thin fabric of your shorts the only barrier between him and what he's sure must be the prettiest fucking pussy in the galaxy. Holy shit, was that a wet spot? He has to catch himself as he feels a growl rise up in his throat, he just wants to shove his nose into the warmth between your legs and lap up your wetness until you're a quivering mess.

He needs to look away, he feels warm all over and the sorry excuse of scrap metal he called a gun on his lap was the only thing between his cock straining against his jumpsuit and the world. He tears his eyes away from your pussy, just to trail them down your perfect legs, trying desperately to think of something, anything else.

Just friends. Just friends. Just friends. He went back to chanting, the issue was not that he needed to be reminded not to try and make a move on you, lest he ruin the friendship you have with each other. In fact he found it quite easy to deny his urges, simply because he know you were not interested. How could you be? Rocket just needed to remind himself of that. It wasn't your fault he was quite frankly obsessed with you and that made him second guess every little action. You were just innocently doing- wait, what were you actually doing? You had your head in a box and were rummaging around. Almost as if you'd read his mind, you straighten up with a sigh from within your throat that could easily be mistaken for a moan. You don't have anything in your hands, you must not have found what you were looking for. When you turn around your eyes almost immediately find Rockets and he fixes his gaze to his project in front of him, cursing himself for being caught staring. When he dares to lift his gaze again he notices that he was completely right about your nipples. The hard outline of them creating shadows in your shirt and he wonders if it's because you're cold or because of the friction of the shirt. Then he wonders if they're sensitive, if he could simply brush over them and have you arching your back into his hands. Then he thinks it must be the friction, because this room feels boiling. Although that might just be Rocket. And with the clothes- or lack-of clothes you were wearing he wouldn't be surprised if you were cold. Your bare feet padded against the cool metal of the ship as you made to leave. Definitely cold. And when his eyes flicked up to meet yours you smiled at him, as if you knew something he didn't.

[oolongteaboba]

# ◞ ˚ ─ PRETTY DOE EYES

info. rocket raccoon/gn!reader. est. 740 words.

you give rocket head, and he finishes on your face. that's it. that's the plot.

a/n. this originally was supposed to be a ~200 word drabble, but it got wayy out of hand. also sorry for this being the second rocket fic that's kinda sappy (if you squint), but it's a bad habit, and i just like having some feelings sprinkled into my smut.

“Fuck dollface, just like that,” Rocket grunts, his intonation barely even a murmur.  He roughly tugs on your hair in encouragement, Rocket’s fingers weaving through your hair as you attempt to take him on your knees.

Languidly, you lap your tongue around the pre-cum stained tip, teasing him with kitten licks.  Rocket emits a low and guttural grunt, his hands firmly gripping the armrest of his captain’s pilot seat.  Your lips are slick and wet, with the tiniest bit of drool dripping down your chin.  He’s incredibly hard and warm in your mouth; Rocket’s cock resembles a human man’s, although shorter in length, but enough to leave you feeling full and struggling to breathe.

You switch between circling and kissing the crown of his cock, still able to keep eye contact with Rocket, albeit he’s unable to do the same.  Rocket tenses from the unadulterated intimacy swimming in your eyes; they're wide and pretty, but most of all, it’s all for him.

The wet and graphic sounds of you sucking his cock reverberate through the ship’s halls; you’d moan if it weren’t for your lips parted around his length.  Absentmindedly, you move a hand to your crotch, eager for any stimulation to ease the rapidly building heat between your thighs.

“You’re that horny from sucking me off?”  Rocket brings you out of your sex-induced haze, his voice degrading and raspy.  You continue sucking, lapping your tongue from the base of his cock to his sensitive tip before shortly answering with a brief, almost silent yes and a nod.  As soon as you reply and your lips leave his girth, he bucks his hips in your mouth, entirely enveloping himself back inside and eliciting a whiny mewl from you.  The curve of his length is enough to hit and bruise the lower back of your throat.

Rocket proudly huffs, enjoying every inch of his cock wrapped around your warm mouth and soft lips.  “That’s a good fuckin’ whore for me.  Keep breathin’ through your nose, and use your hands next, alright, sweetheart?”  You give Rocket a look that reads yes; you press your thumb into the palm of your hand, trying to fight against your gag reflex.  With your dominant hand, you massage his balls, bobbing your head up and down on his cock, feeling the back of your eyes water from how deep he is.

With a suppressed moan, you squeeze and rub your thighs together to distract yourself from the pleasure you’re deprived of, wholly focusing on Rocket.  He brushes the stray strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear before mercilessly gripping the back of your head and fucking your mouth as if you’re his fleshlight for his personal use.  You tighten your already closed fist, ignoring how close you are from gagging on Rocket’s length.   Saliva pools in the corners of your lips, and you steadily breathe through your nose, just like Rocket told you.  His pace changes from desperate to erratic, chasing his pleasure; the taste of his pre-cum is salty, and you can taste him from the back of your throat.

“Shit, I’m so fuckin’ close-”  Rocket cuts himself off with a breathy grunt, and from feeling him writhe and twitch underneath you, he’s close.  His nails dig into his seat; his breathing labored from the pleasure-filled sensation.  Your ministrations don’t stop, and you keep fluttering and choking around his cock, almost begging him to cum.  Heat spreads all over his skin, his length throbbing for release.  “Fuck- you’re gonna take all of me, yeah, doll?”

You don’t take a second to reply, your inflection needy and begging for him.  “Yes, Rocket.”

“Open your mouth wider.”  You easily comply and stick your tongue out, aching to taste more of him, his cock wet and dripping with arousal.  “Swallow what’s in your mouth, but leave what’s on your face.”

He brings a hand to stroke his cock, completely soaked from your saliva and his pre-cum, right above your face.  Jerking himself in front of you, he pants and huffs while he chases his climax until his cum spills and drips all over your hot cheeks and swollen lips.  His right-hand caresses your cheek, resting right underneath your jawbone.  You swallow the cum in your mouth, savoring its bitter taste on your tongue, while you look at Rocket with that same damned look on your face.

Yeah, Rocket will never get used to how pretty your eyes are.

[sleepingdeath-light]

james smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (24/05/23)

fandom(s) ; pokèmon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; james

outline ; “Jessie and James smut hcs? I’m over 18+👍”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, submissive leaning switch!james, oral sex, references to body worship, praise kink, gentle sex

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

james is a more submissive leaning switch who prefers gentle love making over carnal pleasure — he enjoys being able to worship and appreciate you, or be worshipped and appreciated by you, whenever you’re able to spend some alone time together (especially after a failed mission for team rocket when he’s in a particularly low mood)

he’s all about romance and makes sure that every time you have sex, you feel appreciated and adored — hell, if you give him the time then he might just go the full nine yards: a box of your favourite treats, rose petals on the bed sheets, your favourite scented candles, and a rose held between his teeth as he waits for you in a suitably sexy pose

he loves going down on you and almost seems to get off on it more than you do: wrapping your legs around his head whilst he lays flat on his stomach, massaging your thighs and stomach as he pleases you with his mouth, occasionally pulling away to kiss your inner thighs and talk about just how attractive you look/sound in moments like this, and so on

run your hands through his hair when he’s between your legs and call him your ‘good boy’, your ‘pretty boy’, and just ‘yours’, and james is in absolute heaven — you’ll even see those pretty eyes flutter close as he gets absolutely drunk on your [cock / cunt]

the best way to get him out of a rut, those times where his usual confidence and flair dissipates and he seems almost deflated and depressed, is to spend a day pampering him completely — and not just sexually: run him a hot bubble bath and share it with him, wash his hair and body tenderly whilst earnestly complimenting him and assuring him that he’s loved wholly (perceived flaws and all), kiss all over his face until the barest traces of a smile are starting to appear on his face, kiss the palms of his hands and the backs and his fingertips and knuckles, dry his hair by hand, take him to the bed and worship every inch of his body (kiss him, mark him, ride him, fuck him, love him), show him that he’s adored whilst telling him just how much you love him, precisely what you love about him

by the end of the night he’ll be in much better spirits and, after a good therapeutic cry, he’ll hold you in his arms and the two of you will be able to drift into a peaceful, warm sleep for the rest of the night until the late morning

james is extremely vocal in the bedroom even when he doesn’t intend to be, to the extent that you’ll have to gag him when you have other people staying with you just to prevent the awkward small talk the next day — he’s all loud theatric moans, plentiful blasphemes, deep groans that go straight to your core, high pitched sighs, and other sounds that are utterly pornographic and yet are completely natural to him

[aliasrocket]

omg for a fic idea or fluff imagine maybe taking rocket to an earth amusement park/fair and he absolutely hates it XD

Omg omg okok I’ll do an imagine bc sadly I’m super bad at fluff (if you notice from my ao3 acc I have never touched the tag in my LIFE/hj)

Also warning you guys now, this imagine gives vol. 1 Rocket vibes (bc I’ve rewatched all 3 gotg films a normal amount to realize Rocket’s personality is always slightly different/more lighthearted with each sequel)

Also, the amusement park I picked was Universal Studios, enjoy :)

gif source <3 / masterlist!! / request stuff <3

“What the fuck are we doin’ here?”

Yeah, that was Rocket’s initial reaction when you both stop at the huge oscillating globe with the gigantic title of ‘Universal Studios’ wrapping around it.

You laughed, because he literally had no reason to look this grumpy at an amusement park but it was something you were used to by then.

“It’s an amusement park, Rocket.”

“Well I’m not very amused, you see,” he quipped sardonically.

This only made you snicker.

“Is my unamusement amusing you, humie?”

“That’s not a word!” You laughed.

“Fuck if I care.”

You and Rocket walk in eventually, and not even a minute of walking and Rocket starts getting bombarded for photos.

“No! Look lady if you don’t—”

“Everyone!” You yelled, holding out your hand in front of Rocket as if to protect him. “He’s not an employee here!”

Most people backed off, but there were some others that were still insisting that Rocket’s ‘cosplay’ was hyper-realistic.

Rocket at this point had more ‘important’ matters to attend to so you both decided to simply run off, Rocket scrambling on all fours as you book it to catch up to him.

“I don’t need you to protect me.”

“I know.”

“Then why did you put your arm over me like I was some wounded animal?”

“Because I was concerned for their safety, not yours,” you chuckled.

And, to your surprise, Rocket joins you in your laughter.

“Damn straight,” he remarked with a contented grin stretched across his face.

You guys eventually arrive to your first ride, and it’s the mummy ride. Rocket had already begun to scowl when he entered the area.

“What’s this?” He asked when you grabbed his hand and dragged him into the queue.

“The mummy ride. You’re not scared, are you?” You teased.

“We live in fucking space. Ain’t no way I’m gonna be scared of—”

Rocket screamed and practically cried non-stop on the entire ride, and when there were stops, a long, thundering string of curses were launched from his lips making parents with their kids glare at him after the ride was over.

You, on the other hand, were nothing but entertained.

“Oh my god, you should have seen your face! You were so fucking scared you couldn’t even—”

“Shut up! Fuckin’ hell you’d think they’d have windshields for that shit what the fuck was that?”

You laughed some more, but he didn’t stop you at all or comment on just how amusing this all seemed to you. He simply stole glances every time you laughed and you pretended not to notice for his sanity.

Next up; battlestar galactica.

The ride was outdoors so both of you could see the blue and red tracks very loosely intertwining with each other and having insane drops and loops. Every ten seconds was just another group of people lost to the thrill of the ride.

“Nu-uh. Nope.” Rocket was about to walk away but you hold him by the shoulder pad.

“You’re riding this with me, no exceptions.”

“Like fuck I’m doin’ that,” Rocket cursed.

“Oh come on! If you don’t come with me I can’t go!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I … I …”

Yeah, you didn’t wanna admit it but you had some of your own fears yourself. Any rollercoaster was doable as long as you had someone to wrap your arm around. You were kinda surprised when Rocket said nothing about you squeezing his arm for dear life in the mummy ride but now, there was probably no escaping it when he was looking at you so intently, eyes dragging all over your body as if he was searching for an anomaly in one of those inventions.

“Oh my,” he began teasingly, “you’re scared too.”

“No! I can do it I just—I can’t do it alone, come on Rocket.”

He grinned. It appeared it was his turn to be amused.

“Admit it, humie. You need me.”

You bit your lip.

“Rocket, stop being a dick and come with me.”

“Not until you admit that you can’t do it without me,” he repeated, your name falling out of his lips like he knew your legs grew weak at the way he says it.

You clenched your jaw, finally relenting with an audible, drawn out groan.

“Fine! You win! Rocket, please oh please I need you on this ride, please just ride it with me!” You said over dramatically, clamping your hands together before dropping them and slumping your shoulders in annoyance.

He couldn’t help but give a smug grin at your response.

He ambled in with his chest puffed out, hands shoved into his pockets as his ego had just been filled.

“Damn fuckin’ straight, humie,” he remarked. “You coming or what?”

You chase after him for the second time that day, not even realizing you were frozen in your spot.

Even after all that, it didn’t make him any less scared of the ride as he continued to scream and scratch at the shoulder restraints of the ride. By the time the ride was over, he was panting, his eyes darting around at the various workers who’s eyes widened at the sight of all the blackened claw marks on the seats.

“We gotta run.”

“Huh?”

Third time you chased after Rocket that day with the staff tailing both of you about the damages caused on the ride.

Needless to say, that was your one and only time going to an amusement park with your favorite trash panda.

He would never tell you this, but if you ever asked to go again, he could never gather the strength or courage to tell you no.

[evolvingchaoswitch]

I’m joining in the fun

I am joining in on adding to the pile of Rocket Raccoon x Reader smut out into the universe to increase our numbers, here’s what I have so far;

Telling Rocket to “Go fuck himself” was probably a bad thing in hindsight. Perhaps it was a step too far to lob a small Rocket Raccoon hand puppet at him exclaiming “Here to help you with that” and slamming the door. Even worse was engaging in your favorite addiction without making sure the door was securely locked. Karma had to be the driving cause as to why you found yourself naked on your bed, knees held apart by a collapsible spreader bar and hands held securely in handcuffs on either corner of their bed. The restraints did not guarantee that you were about to be in danger, no that honor went to the man between your legs.

Rocket Raccoon drinking you in like you were going to be a feast that he would enjoy at his preferred pace and that pace alone.

[mcu-binge]

Love in Brooklyn pt 14

Steve's expression changed in an instant, and I watched as he went on high alert. He rushed to put on his boxers and a shirt. The knock came again, louder and faster this time.

"Stay here," he whispered, but I was already pushing up from the bed reaching for a robe I had left nearby, curiosity and concern wrestling in my chest.

I heard a loud bang and my front door open harshly. Before Steve got to the bedroom door it was pushed open and Bucky strode in, his face set in a serious expression.

"We don't have time for questions," Bucky said briskly, his voice low and urgent. "You have been compromised. Let's go. Now." He said pointing at me.

"What?" I stammered. "Compromised? What are you talking about?"

Bucky didn't waste time explaining. Instead, he threw a quick, sharp glance at Steve, who immediately swung around, scooped me up in his arms, and before I could even think to protest, we were out of my apartment and heading down the hall.

The next moments were a blur. My broken toe throbbed as we moved, but Steve held me tightly, his eyes focused, jaw clenched. Bucky led the way, keeping us moving quickly through the empty hallways. By the time we reached the car waiting out front, I was breathless, both from the speed and the shock. Steve didn't set me down until we were safely tucked inside and speeding off.

When we arrived at Avengers Tower, Steve and Bucky led me through a maze of corridors. My robe, which had seemed so casual in my own apartment, felt wildly out of place in the heart of Avengers HQ. I held the fabric tighter around myself, cheeks warming as I passed various Avengers who glanced curiously in our direction.

Steve still had me in his arms, and I realized with horror that I was here—well, being held here—in a robe, nothing else. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and my heart pounded as a few curious eyes darted our way.

Steve set me down gently on a couch, propping my foot up as he ran a hand over my shoulder. "Stay put," he murmured. "We're just going to talk about some... precautionary steps."

I nodded, feeling a bit dizzy from all of this, from the look in his eyes and the sharp, sterile gleam of the Tower around me. I tried to calm myself, but when Tony entered, a worried look on his face, my heart began to pound all over again.

Tony leaned in, his voice stern. "Look, she's a civilian. She's not trained for this, Steve. The safest thing is a witness protection program, at least until we figure out how to handle the situation."

Steve's response was immediate, almost fierce. "No. Witness protection isn't an option. Dani stays with us. Here, where I can protect her."

"We need to consider witness protection," Tony started bluntly, turning his gaze to me with a concerned but serious expression. "She shouldn't be in the crosshairs. A location only we know about, secure enough to buy time until we get Masque out of the picture."

Witness protection? The words echoed in my mind, and the sheer weight of what was happening began to hit me. I felt like I was spiraling, the world around me becoming foreign and cold. But Steve's hand slipped into mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"No," he said, looking at Tony with a calm defiance. "She stays with us. If Masque's after her, she's better off here than off somewhere alone."

Tony sighed, clearly prepared for this. "Steve, this is Madame Masque. She's relentless, and we know she has ways to track people. If she's dead set on Dani, we can't assume she'll give up just because Dani's in the Tower. It might just make things worse."

Steve's grip on my hand tightened, and he glanced down at me. "I won't let her out of my sight," he said, voice firm. "She'll be safe here, with the team. No witness protection"

I listened, heart racing, as they went back and forth, talking about me like I was a delicate piece on a chessboard. In a game I didn't even know how to play. It felt like the air was closing in on me, and I could barely keep up with everything they were saying. I tried to process it all—Madame Masque, surveillance, witness protection. Each word added a fresh wave of confusion and fear.

"I don't understand," I finally stammered, and they both looked over at me. "Why... why am I being targeted?"

Tony's expression softened. "She happened to catch you and Steve somewhere. That's enough for someone like her. She doesn't care about collateral damage—she cares about hurting us, especially him. She hates him the most. Isn't really into the whole morals thing he likes," he tries to joke—I think.

A shiver ran down my spine. I glanced at Steve, seeing the protectiveness in his eyes, but also the hint of worry.

"So... what does this mean for me?" I asked, voice shaky. "I can't go back home, can I?"

Steve squeezed my hand. "Not right now," he admitted, his tone gentle. "But you'll be safe here. I'll make sure of it."

"But... my life?" I asked, almost pleading. "My bakery, my apartment—am I just supposed to give it all up? And for how long. I have a life I have to keep. People depend on me too."

Steve's face softened as he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "We'll figure it out," he promised, his voice filled with certainty. "We'll take it one day at a time, okay?"

I nodded, trying to absorb everything, but it was still overwhelming. The very life I'd known felt like it was slipping out of my grasp, being replaced by something terrifying and unpredictable.

Tony cleared his throat, giving us a respectful distance as he turned back toward the door. "I'll call in the rest of the team for a debrief. We're lucky Manchurian Candidate here spotted a trend and stepped in when he did." He says patting Bucky's shoulder. With that, he disappeared, leaving Steve, Bucky and me alone again. Steve wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. Bucky watched and left soon after.

"I know it's a lot," he murmured softly, brushing a kiss to the top of my head. "But I'm here. We're together and I will keep you safe." I hold onto him tightly trying to convince myself that everything will be ok but I'm way out of my depth here. Steve excuses himself and I hobble over to a quiet area. I grabbed a blanket and sat down.

Natasha and Wanda found me, sitting stiffly with my robe bunched around my knees. I'd wrapped myself in one of Stark's plush blanket, but I still felt bare and ridiculously out of place. There I was, suddenly smack-dab in the middle of a world I never wanted or understood, while Steve and the team huddled in some high-tech conference room discussing my fate.

Wanda's soft voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. "Dani, mind if we join you?" I looked up, nodding, as they both sat beside me on the couch. Natasha rested her elbows on her knees, leaning forward with that calm, intense gaze she had. Wanda's expression was gentler, almost motherly.

"Soooo... this is... a lot," Natasha began, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Not the usual introduction to our line of work." I laughed nervously, biting my lip as I glanced down.

"That's the understatement of the year. First, Bucky drops in, then Steve basically sweeps me out of my place like I'm some kind of damsel in distress."

"Not quite the fairytale evening you had in mind, huh?" Wanda teased, her eyes crinkling.

"Not exactly," I admitted, squeezing my good foot with one hand. "And, well, it doesn't help that I've got a broken toe. Probably the least intimidating injury in the room." Natasha raised her brows in surprise before letting out a rare, genuine chuckle.

"A broken toe, huh? That's one for the books." "I had an accident at the gym," I said, wincing as I mimicked dropping a dumbbell. "And now I'm here, a bit of a mess, not exactly battle-ready." They both laughed, and Natasha leaned back, crossing her arms with a small smile. "Well, I think you're handling it better than most people would."

"Honestly, Dani," Wanda added softly, "we're here to make sure you're safe, and that means showing you the ropes if you're interested. We can teach you to protect yourself, make sure you feel as comfortable as possible while you're here."

Her words settled like a warm blanket around my shoulders, easing some of the tension coiled up inside me. I let out a deep breath. "You're serious? You think I could actually learn to... handle myself, somehow?"

Natasha gave me a firm nod. "Oh, absolutely. With that kind of wit? You'd be a natural." "Not to mention, with Steve around, you've already got a pretty solid tutor," Wanda teased.I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, and I quickly glanced away, only to notice Natasha's smirk growing. "Oh, please, like it isn't obvious," she remarked, giving me a knowing look. "The man can barely take his eyes off you. And came in hold you in a robe" I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't hide my smile.

"Well, he's stubborn, that's for sure." Wanda handed me a bag I peaked inside and saw clothes. "Here. Figured you'd like something a little more... practical than that robe." Taking the clothes gratefully, I relaxed, laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Thank you, both of you. I thought I'd be alone in all this, and... I was scared. Still am, honestly." Natasha placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Stick with us, Dani. You'll be ok you're not alone."

Sitting on the edge of Steve's bed, I dialed Rosa's number, twisting a loose thread of my robe around my finger. My heart ached, the bakery feeling suddenly so far away. "Dani?" Rosa answered, her voice warm and familiar. "What's wrong mija? You never call at this hour." I hesitated, glancing at the closed door. "Rosa, I... I'm not going to be around for a while. Something's come up—something... unexpected. I need you to hold things down at the bakery." A pause followed, and I could imagine her furrowed brow as she tried to make sense of my tone. "Dani, are you okay? You sound... serious." "I'm okay," I replied, hoping my voice sounded steadier than I felt. "I just need to take care of something. It's hard to explain, but I trust you to keep everything in order. I'll check in when I can." She seemed to sense my unease but decided not to press. "You know I've got it. Just take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will, you take care too Rosa." I hung up, a lump in my throat, and the quiet weight of Steve's room settled over me.

For the first time in hours, I let myself breathe, easing back against the soft mattress. The walls around me were covered in little traces of him, from his stack of vintage records to his sketchbook on the bedside table. A familiar, comforting scent lingered in the air.

A soft knock at the door broke through my thoughts, and I looked up just as Steve entered, carrying the bag of clothes Wanda had given me. He was smiling, though his expression softened when he saw me curled up on the bed. "How'd the call go?" he asked gently, setting the bag down and taking a seat beside me. "Rosa's got everything covered, but I hate leaving the bakery like this," I admitted, rubbing my hand over my face. "It's just... it feels like my life is being flipped upside down." Steve nodded, his hand resting on my shoulder, grounding me. "You're handling all this pretty well, you know. A lot better than I expected, anyway." I gave a small, tired smile, sinking into his touch. "Was that supposed to be a compliment?" "Sorry." He grinned, and for a moment, the chaos melted away, replaced by the warmth of his hand brushing lightly down my arm. "Here," he said softly, opening the bag Wanda had left, "let's get you out of that robe and into something more comfortable." I felt my face flush as he carefully lifted a dark gray shirt and a pair of shorts from the bag. My gaze flickered to his, wondering if he'd leave me to change, but instead, he just stayed, his eyes holding mine.Without a word, he reached forward, his fingers grazing my shoulders as he eased the robe off, keeping his gaze steady on mine. I felt a thrill at the way he lingered, brushing my hair back as he slid the shirt over my arms, his touch lingering against my skin. I brought my hands to face bringing his face close to mine. Our lips met and what started as a sweet mellow kiss turned into more as he guided me to lay down. He hovered over me. I spread my legs letting him rest between them. He gripped one of my thighs as we made out pulling it up higher and I could feel his hardening member. "Steve," I sighed as he began to kiss my neck. "Tell me what you want," he said against my skin. "I want you," I replied. He got up on his knees and pulled his shirt off. Just as he went to pull his sweats down. The door opened. Steve immediately pulled the bed cover over me. I looked over and found Bucky in the doorway. "Sorry!" He yelled putting his hands over his eyes. "I'm not used to having to knock on Steve's door," he apologetically said. "Use the lock next time." "Can I help you with something Buck?" "We're going over strategies. Tony is thinking of outsourcing." "Outsourcing?" Steve asked putting his shirt back on "to who?" "You'll see tomorrow. I'll leave you two to it," he smirked locking the door then shutting it. His fingers worked carefully, tugging the fabric gently down over my shoulders, then over my torso, his eyes meeting mine with a warmth that made my pulse flutter. "Where were we?" He asks moving in to kiss me again. "Wait," I said bringing my hands to his chest. "Who is Tony outsourcing to?" I ask "what the hell does that even mean?" "Tony has a lot of connections. After Thanos our network got a lot bigger. There's wizards, aliens, talking animals and Trees. I don't know who he called. But we'll find out tomorrow morning. It'll be ok. I promise. " His tone was strong and sure. His eyes searched mine and although I felt a bit better this was all a lot to take in, but I didn't care about anything else in that moment—the danger, the unknowns. All I cared about was the way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the world. I felt a boldness rise up inside me, whispering, "You know, when you look at me like that..." He raised a brow, his lips quirking. "Like what?" "Like that," I murmured, inching closer, letting the words linger in the air between us. "Like you don't want to let go."

Steve's hand drifted up to cradle my face, his thumb tracing a gentle line along my cheek. "That's because I don't." And then, with a sweetness that took my breath away, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, gentle but intent, like he wanted to savor every second. My hands slid up to his shoulders, feeling the solid warmth of him under my touch. In that small moment, in the quiet of his room, the world outside faded away.We pulled back slowly, his forehead resting against mine, his hand warm against the small of my back. I smiled, tracing a line along his jaw. "So... what now?" I asked. "Now?" he murmured, brushing his thumb across my cheek. "We finally sleep. I've kept you up way past your bed time." He smirked and my mind traveled back to hours ago in my bed with his face between my legs. As I laid down on his soft bed and he adjusted my foot to be elevated with a pillow. "You're so sweet." I said as I watched him tend to my toe expertly.

"Depends on the day," he responds making me laugh. He pulls his shirt and sweats off leaving him in boxers before he lays down next to me and I fall asleep listening to the beat of his heart.

A low, thundering rumble jolted me awake, and I sat up so fast I nearly fell off the bed. My heart was racing, and my immediate thought was that we were under attack. I reached out instinctively, grabbing for Steve, who, to his credit, was already on his feet, moving like someone who woke up to explosions for a living.

"Steve, what was that?" I whispered, dread creeping up my spine. He pulled on a t-shirt, his movements calm but quick, and reached for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. We stood still listening for more clues then I hear a faint sound of music. "Is that hooked on a feeling?" I asked out loud. "Quill," Steve sighed shaking his head. "Who?" "Peter Quill, he's who Tony probably outsourced to. I'm gonna warn you right now don't stare at the raccoon for too long." He said and starts getting dressed. I follow his lead and get dressed.

As Steve and I headed up to the landing pad, I could hear the hum of a ship powering down, and my stomach flipped. Sure, I'd spent the night in the Tower, but I hadn't exactly gotten used to this whole "superhero universe" thing yet. Now aliens were about to drop by for breakfast. Casual.

When we stepped onto the rooftop, a massive, almost pieced-together spaceship sat before us. Its hatch opened with a dramatic hiss, and out walked the strangest, most colorful crew I'd ever seen. Leading the way was a tall guy in a red leather jacket who radiated confidence. Beside him was a green-skinned woman with a fierce look in her eyes, followed by a blue-skinned woman who seemed like she'd rather be anywhere else, and an enormous, lumbering tree. Behind them, a broad-shouldered, tattooed man strolled out, flanked by... a raccoon in a jumpsuit?

"Oh. My. God." I muttered, leaning toward Steve trying to hide behind him. "Is that the... raccoon?"

"Rocket Raccoon." The little creature corrected me as he squinted up at me, clearly offended. "I'm Rocket.." He crossed his tiny arms, clearly daring me to keep going.

"Well, Rocket," I said, trying not to grin, "you're awfully feisty for a, um... small, being."

He scoffed, eyes narrowing. "Awfully cocky for a weak, Earthling with a limp. What'd you do, trip over your own ego?"

"Actually, I dropped weight on it," I shot back, smirking. "Don't know if you've ever lifted anything heavier than a bag of garbage."

The others chuckled as Rocket gave me a sour look. "Oh, she's got a smart mouth, huh? Keep it up, and maybe I won't use this fancy tech to fix that toe of yours."

I blinked, glancing down as he pulled out something grey and I watched as he moved it closer to my foot, he wrapped it around my foot with the kind of pride you'd expect from a kid showing off his new toy.

"Wait, is this going to hurt?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh relax only for a second!" He activated it with a huff, and I felt a warm, tingling sensation over my injured toe as the pain dulled. When he powered it off and stashed it away, I wiggled my toes, amazed to find they were pain-free.

"Whoa... thanks, Rocket," I said, surprised. "I'm making you cookies!" I happily said.

"Don't mention it," he muttered, turning away with a half-smirk. "But I would prefer a carrot cake."

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder, steering us toward the rest of the group. "Dani, this is Peter Quill—he's the leader of the Guardians. That's Gamora, Nebula, Groot, and Drax."

Peter stepped forward with a charming grin, giving me an elaborate, overly formal bow. "We prefer 'Guardians of the Galaxy,' but I guess just the first word works, too."

Gamora gave him a dry look before offering me a small nod. Nebula crossed her arms, assessing me like I was a problem she couldn't quite solve, while Drax just nodded, a little too seriously.

And Groot... well, Groot just looked down at me with big, gentle eyes and said, "I am Groot."

I smiled, feeling unexpectedly charmed. "I am Dani," I said loudly to him.

As we all moved back inside, Tony and the Avengers joined us in the lounge, gathering to discuss the threat looming over us. I settled into a seat beside Steve, trying to follow the conversation, which felt like a crash course in "who's who" of galactic villains.

But as they talked, my thoughts drifted. Here we were, with two full superhero teams crammed into the room, yet everyone looked like they could use some comfort food. I slipped out quietly and headed to the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for a big breakfast.

About half an hour later, I carried in plates piled with scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, french toast and fresh fruit, setting it down on the table. The room went quiet, and I caught Rocket eyeing the food with what might've been a hint of longing.

"Well, I thought we could use some food." I said shyly, stepping back as they all eyed the spread.

Rocket grabbed a plate, sniffing cautiously before shoveling in a mouthful. "Alright, Earth girl," he said, talking around a mouthful. "You're not half-bad in the kitchen." He grabbed another forkful, and I saw a slight glint of appreciation in his eye.

Peter looked up, grinning. "Dani, this is amazing."

"Thanks," I replied, smiling. "I figured you could all use something a little, you know... normal."

Rocket rolled his eyes but kept eating, muttering under his breath about "fragile humans" in between bites. 

Peter leaned over his plate, looking at me with a little more seriousness than his usual light-hearted charm. “So, about Madame Masque,” he began. “She’s bad news. I mean, this woman has more disguises than I do bad pick-up lines. She’s got a serious grudge against the Avengers—especially since Steve has been… let’s just say, thwarting her plans for a long time.”

He leaned back, drumming his fingers on the table. “Basically, she’s an arms dealer, a master thief, and has this habit of holding grudges until, well, people end up with a serious need for medical attention. You being close to Steve makes you a target. And when she’s determined, she’s relentless. Doesn’t matter if you’re involved or not.”

His words landed heavily, and suddenly, the weight of this strange new world seemed like too much. Madame Masque wasn’t just some villain I’d read about in a magazine or seen on TV—she was real, dangerous, and willing to do whatever it took to get back at the people I was now, somehow, connected to. The room felt too small, too warm, and I needed some air.

I excused myself quietly, slipping out onto the small balcony down the hall. The cool morning air hit my face, grounding me as I took a shaky breath. I looked out at the cityscape, feeling so small against the world—especially now that my world had somehow grown so big.

Suddenly, I heard tiny feet padding across the tile behind me. I turned to find Rocket standing there, leaning against the doorframe with his usual half-smirk.

“Couldn’t help but notice you didn’t finish your food,” he said, crossing his little arms and tilting his head to study me. “And you look like you’re about to pass out.”

I managed a weak smile. “It’s just… a lot. All of this. Madame Masque, you guys, aliens, threats… I was making cupcakes at the bakery yesterday, Rocket. Now I’m in the Avengers Tower trying to process the fact that I have an enemy, apparently.”

Rocket let out a snort. “Cupcakes, huh? Look, kid, the universe is full of nutcases with grudges. But you’re tough and if you're not then you better start pretending you are or you already lost.” He pointed a clawed finger at me. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you held your own in there, trading barbs with me. If you can handle me, Masque’s got nothing on you.”

I shook my head, laughing softly. “Aren’t you supposed to be a little more… gentle with this pep talk?”

“Gentle? You have a lot to learn about me.” Rocket raised a brow, then continued with a huff. “Listen, fragility’s a state of mind. You’re gonna be fine. Sure, you’re no superhero or guardian or whatever, but you’ve got somethin’ most people don’t—guts. Plus,” he added with a cheeky grin, “you make a damn good breakfast.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying my pancakes are a form of self-defense?”

He snorted. “Hey, I'm working with what I saw from you these will get better once I see you in action.” Rocket leaned back, his tone shifting slightly as he continued, “Look, I get it. When I was first thrown into all this craziness, I felt the same. I was just a little dude, genetically modified, plopped into a universe that didn’t make sense. But you roll with it, or it rolls over you.”

His words landed harder than I expected. There was something about the way he spoke, with this mix of humor and hard-won wisdom, that tugged at me.

“Just don’t let fear run your life,” he added, his voice softening. “It’s a waste of time, trust me. You stand up to her, you hear me? She’s nothin’ but a spoiled brat with toys she thinks make her tough. Real tough is showing up and fighting, even when you’ve got no clue how it’ll end.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, feeling that weight lift just a little. “Thanks, Rocket. You’re actually�� pretty good at this whole pep talk thing.”

He feigned horror, then shook his head with a grin. “Oh, don’t you go spreading that around. Got a reputation to keep.” Then he shrugged, tapping the balcony railing. “Come on, get back in there. You think I came all the way across the galaxy for you to hide out here and mope?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, reaching down to give him a gentle pat on the shoulder. He rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Rocket.”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t tell Quill.”

[ediqn]

jalen green nsfw alphabet ✰✰

a/n:this is my first and probably last post that has to do with smut. and its not that i don’t wanna write smut i just don’t know how 🤗. so enjoy this while it lasts. i’m so sorry for me disappearing btw it won’t happen again.

warnings: suggestions of smut, cursing.

a - aftercare. (what their like after sex)

i can’t even lie jalen asks you if you wanna order food.

“what you not hungry?”

and you were in fact hungry. so he ordered food and while waiting for the food he ran yall a bath so once yall are done the food will be there so y’all can eat, cuddle, and watch tv.

b - body part. (their favorite body part on them as well as their partner)

jalens favorite body parts of yours are your stomach and thighs. he loves laying on your stomach when taking naps, and if youre in missionary he likes to cum on your stomach. and your thighs, before he starts eating you out he makes lines of hickeys on your thighs. but when he’s actually done eating you out he’ll just lay on your thighs.

his favorite body parts of himself are his legs. i think he really takes pride in his legs because he gets to show them off bc he plays in shorts. and he would rather play in short shorts so now they can really be seen. and he also has a leg tattoo so he likes to show that off as well.

c - cum. (anything to do with cum)

like i said earlier if youre in missionary (which yall are most of the time) he likes to cum on your stomach. but if y’all are in any other position he’ll cum anywhere on your body, and if he doesn’t make it in time he’ll cum on the sheets he really doesn’t care. when youre giving him head and you’re not on the pill he’ll cum on your face or boobs, and if you are he’ll tell you to swallow it, and you will.

d - dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

he secretly wants to fuck you in a public place, specifically a bathroom stall (the stall is clean i promise). or if you’re out to eat anywhere with friends or family he wants to finger you under the table or wants you to give him head under the table. but he would prefer privacy bc there could possibly be paparazzi following him.

e - experience (how experienced are they?)

jalens only 21 so he doesn’t have that much experience except for high school. now idk his high school experiences but if he was fucking around it was probably in missionary every time. but with you, he really trusted and loved you enough to try new positions, toys, etc. and you guys get to find out what yall like and don’t like as a couple so it can be more comfortable for future situations.

f - favorite position (what’s their favorite position?)

he likes to keep it simple with missionary. it makes both of yall feel good so there’s no problems with that. and he likes to cum on your stomach. but y’all will occasionally do doggy or cowgirl if y’all are just in that type of mood. like after a long game for jalen and he wants sex but doesn’t wanna do anything is the time for cowgirl. and if he comes back with a win (bc the rockets are ass im sorry) then he’ll just fuck the shit out of you in doggy until you cry.

g - goofy (are they humorous or serious during it?)

if jalen sees that you’re struggling a bit with the pain he’ll try to do anything to make laugh or crack a smile. and he also makes jokes if it starts to get too quiet. but when yall are done he’ll start mocking you which you don’t find funny at all 😔.

h - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

jalen likes to keep it shaven bc he thinks the hair is a distraction. he wants you to be focused on one thing rather if its him fucking you or if youre giving him head, and he doesn’t want the hair to be bothering you. and when its visible, yes the carpet does match the drapes.

i - intimacy (how romantic are they while doing it?)

i think jalen tries his best to be romantic. like you guys will see other couples around you that are big on pda or if yall walk past restaurants you’ll see couples on dates. but you and jalen aren’t like that. he does give you all the love, affection, and attention when yall are alone though. like princess treatment and all. but not around complete strangers, friends and family? definitely.

j - jack off (do they masturbate?)

before y’all got together y’all were in high school so he probably did it a lot bc what teenage boy doesn’t? and he also probably watched porn while doing it. but when he got with you he just stopped bc it’s like what’s the point when someone’s down to do it with me. and when he’s at away games y’all will just have phone sex or he’ll jerk off to your voice on the phone or videos/pictures of you.

k - kink (one of their kinks)

jalen definitely has a praise kink. from getting lots of attention and praise in high school from being considered one of the best high school players he expects it. its like he can’t go a day without getting praised by you even if he brings in groceries from the car, he has to know he’s doing a good job from you.

l - location (favorite place to have sex)

his favorite place to have sex is his room/yalls shared room. he likes to keep it simple. but he really wants to risk it all and bend you over the sink in the bathroom with the door unlocked.

m - motivation (what turns them on?)

praising him and touching his thighs. like i said before he has a praise kink so anything you praise him for he’ll start to get turned on. and i also said he really takes pride in his legs so touching them (especially his thighs) will drive him crazy.

n - no (something they won’t do/turn offs?)

anything that can hurt you or anything that you’re uncomfortable with. he of course wants it to be fun and intense but he doesn’t wanna hurt you either.

o - oral (do they prefer to give or receive?)

receive. now like don’t get me wrong jalen loves to give. he loves watching you squirm and try to change positions under his touch. but he lovesssss to receive. especially after a win, it’s like victory head. and he also likes when he’s in a subby mood so you baby him while doing it.

p - pace (are they slow and sensual or fast and rough)

jalen is still young so he has a lot of energy that he needs to let out. so you let him take it out on you which allows him to go fast and rough. but when he knows he’s been going rough for a while he’ll try to switch up and go slow and sensual for yalls own good.

q - quickie (would they pull a quickie or wait to get home?)

it’s like jalen NEEDS to cum before doing anything. like if he knows he has to cum he’ll make it his #1 priority and put it before anything. and i also think he complains about how painful it is if he doesn’t cum and he really needs to, like blue balls type shit. so he’ll definitely ask you to give him head like 10 minutes before a game bc his dick hurts.

r - risk (would they take any risks?)

i did say before that jalen does wanna fuck you over the bathroom sink with the door unlocked. but other than that the farthest he would go is if youre out with friends and leaves them to fuck you. bc you guys are still young and that shits embarrassing.

s - stamina (how long can they last?)

jalen could go all day and all night tbh. anytime someone mentions sex he just gets a random burst of energy. which then leads to him thinking of you.

t - toys (do they like to use toys?)

jalen doesn’t like to use toys while having sex with you. he thinks toys are a distraction and he only wants you to be focused on him. very selfish of him ik. but if yall are with friends and he wants to push ur buttons he’ll probably tell u to wear a plug and he’ll control it throughout the day.

u - unfair (do they like to tease you?)

he only likes to tease you if you’ve embarrassed/teased him before. only because he doesn’t wanna embarrass you on purpose and make you feel bad. but if you’ve teased and embarrassed him, best believe he’s getting his lick back.

v - volume (how loud or quiet are they?)

when jalen is fucking you he’ll let out soft grunts and occasional whispers of “fuck” or “shit”. but when he’s getting head or if you’re riding him he’ll let out very soft moans bc he claims moaning makes him seem weak.

w - wild card (a random headcanon abt them and sex)

idk guys ik this is nasty but he likes to spit in ur mouth. jalen spitting in ur mouth just speaks to me. and it’s not like an every time yall have sex thing. it’s more occasional to catch you by surprise.

x - xray (what’s going on under those short shorts?)

6.5 inches when soft, 7 inches when hard. and it’s probably slightly curved and has a few veins.

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

with having u as his girlfriend, it’s pretty high. just knowing that he has someone to let all his frustration out on and their totally ok with it makes his sex drive go through the roof.

z - zzz (how quickly do the fall asleep afterwards?)

jalen doesn’t fall asleep until you fall asleep. which is not long at all bc ur both so tired when yall are done. but sometimes he just might start dozing off before you do.

[newtabfics]

Hi! Could I request something nsfw with Giovanni? Specifically with mention of him in his synga suit from PM.

ngl i don't play PM, for no reason other than I just forget about it existing all the time (I'm not a mobile game person man) but OH. MY. GOD. THIS SUIT BE DOING IT FOR ME. JDLFJSDKL

He smirked as he thrust harder, making her whimper as he watched her bite down on the tie. "Good thing I wore white," He hummed, grinding himself deeper. "I think I rather like the idea of wearing your cum like a medal."

Y/N nearly came on the spot as she shuddered and moaned, throat raw from pleasure as he pushed her legs against her chest. He hadn't even bothered to remove anything save his hat and tie, one of which was shoved into her mouth to shut her moaning mouth up while the other sat on her own head almost tauntingly.

Being a secretary for the boss of Team Rocket was probably the best position she ever took on.

[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