Oh Shit. This Is Totally My Type Too. I Can’t Fix Him, But I Can Fuck Him…

He’s smiling on the inside.

boring meeting scribble time

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could this be anyone with a cranky sentient raccoon? yes. was i thinking of pearl & rocket from cicatrix ? also yes

snuggletime

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Holy shit everyone… I guess I have plans all October…

kinktober 2024 masterlist ❤︎‬❤︎

three books. three flavors. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ soft & sweet | october 8, 10, 16 & 19. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sultry & spicy | october 22 & 28. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sensual & shameless | october 31.

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⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4 parts | word count: pending. 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 masterlist [to be posted] 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 parts | word count: pending. 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 masterlist [to be posted] 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 | oneshot | word count: pending. 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, 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 masterlist [to be posted] for a more specific breakdown.  CONTEXT: AU based on the mcu with a pinch of comics & cartoon. 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 too-much-lore. ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ oneshot | thursday, october 31.

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Spiders! Also he’s become a house pet!

florescence❀ (a meetgroot*) [new 4/27]

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18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4/6 chapters | word count: pending.

rocket brings you a present.

“How was space, stranger?” you ask, and you shuffle Spiders Georg into one arm so you can extend the other — palm out. An invitation.  Claws exhales, and whatever foreign anxiety had bristled his fur leaves with his breath. His shoulders ease and he hesitates, then flicks his fingers quickly over your palm: not taking your hand, but skimming it. His touch just brushes over the faint creases in your palm like he’s kissing it with his fingertips, like it’s a map made of rivers and roads. Then he pulls his hand away.  He doesn’t answer your question. Not exactly. “Brought you some stuff,” he says instead, gesturing roughly with his chin over his shoulder. “You wanna take a look?” You smile, but Spiders Georg sees you tilt your head in confusion. “Presents?” you say lightly. “For me?” Claws snorts, and gestures you up the ramp.

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uhhhh this chapter is told from the perspective of an orloni (i'm so sorry). it may be an unsalvageable mess but one time a reader told me they loved Spiders Georg and i blame them (you know who you are & this is for you). spoilers/warnings for a family fight and the start of a lil make-out session. next chapter will contain smut. fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

“The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.”

rocket & groot leave their friends behind on knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the shi’ar galaxy.

it was the flowers that drew you in.

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We all know Peter is the pet in that relationship.

peter was never seen alive again after this

Me too, buddy. Me too.

Rocket: Schrödinger's cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that's both alive and dead you can talk to me any time of the day.

OMFG… I have to huff them all irrespective of any dour consequences and likely very personal harm!

rocket smells nice. (headcanon whatever)

in my head, all the rockets i write for (and the ones i don't) have a scent. if you wanna make me real happy lmk your own rocket-smells-like headcanons or give me another rocket to dream up fragrances for. i'm happy to give any rocket (canonical or not) a bouquet

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"canon" rockets ~

eidos-rocket ~ i'm not technically writing for this guy (yet??) but i headcanon he smells like cedar & black pepper (he stole beard oil from some spartoi douche one time but it made his fur so healthy and glossy that he hasn't stopped using it), spiced caramel rum from mantlo's, iron, engine fuel, and gunpowder. burnt everbloom 'cause you know this guy smokes (i imagine it smells gingery).

universe-killer rocket ~ i don't write for this guy yet either, but i think about him way too often. burnt metal and high-iron-content meteorites. something like menthol ~ it activates your cold receptors, like you're breathing in the breeze right off a glacier. star anise & fennel. you'll be tempted to take a deep whiff of his fur but even if he decides not to kill you, you're probably still risking a lungful of toxic vibranium laser dust.

general mcu rocket ~ some kind of evergreen and foresty smell, petrichor maybe; something metallic like iron or copper, and something burnt and smoky. in the earlier years, he always smelled like some kind of cheap alcohol; in later years, a leatherlike smell from his armored-fiber uniform. i don't think this guy reads a lot of paper-books, but he definitely smells like 'em. (i use this as a template for a lot of "my" rockets)

general comics rocket (especially ewing) ~ angargal's limited batch of course (i suspect it smells like a combo of spiced bourbon and rich dark-caramel rum, once the overpowering scent of pure fuckin' alcohol has evaporated out). black-black-black coffee. dark chocolate. amber. vetiver. that burnt, gingery everbloom again.

skottie young's rocket ~ sweet almonds (see cicatrix-rocket's marzipan smell) and banana (from some kind of cousin to nitroglycerin). whatever he's using for jet fuel these days, which doubtless has a hefty dose of benzenes (sweet-smelling and actually intoxicating ~ though since we're talking about a sentient anthropomorphic raccoon i'm gonna go ahead and say the intergalactic space-faring community has figured out how to make 'em non-carcinogenic). you will get some sort of low-grade contact high if you huff his fur like you know you want to. probably also smells like some kind of alien hops, too (maybe acanti blubber ale if he's gotten any good contraband lately, though i imagine that smells like burnt tire).

"my" rockets ~

space pilot & sweatshirt girl ✩°｡⋆ rocket - campfires, strong coffee, and evergreen. amber and smoke. rich dark hot chocolate and yummy bourbon, when he's with you.

blackmail material ✩˚₊‧ ♡ rocket ~ sandalwood, oak, gunpowder. the undertones of some sort of alien citrus-fruit you've seen him eating (something between a plum and an orange), and what you think at first are mulling spices but later you realize it's just where your own Xandaran body oil has rubbed off onto his fur.

window across the galaxy *:･ﾟ✧ rocket ~ blue spruce, fallen leaves, oakmoss, ozone (or maybe that's just electricity). iron and copper, engine fuel.

florescence❀ rocket ~ campfires, wet stone, the peppery-resinous scent of the kind of machine grease he prefers (his own concoction). a faint hit of vanilla-mint-honeysuckle from groot's flowers, and the clove-like spices from your cider.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ rocket ~ juniper, blackberry, and something like leather. a sharp and smoky scent, like laser-carved wood. on some occasions, a hint of yaro-root wine (which is basically a peachy hard cider, with a dangerously subtle alcohol flavor).

cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket ~ blue spruce, burnt wood, and a strong, rich, buttery-sweet marzipan from the broken-down components of his C4-adjacent explosives. petrichor, labdanum and camphor, and faint whiffs of engine fuel.

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Love this. Peter by himself would 100% die.

Wanna Ride?

Happy Mermay!!! prompt Kelpie just one more. I’m happy for prompts. I get to feel them out without stress.

Tiny Rocket doesn’t trust it. Trusts Peter to stay alive even less.

Holy shit. They would totally get high together and watch random shit… fuck yeah my dudes!

Dark, dangerous, and heartbreaking. This chapter might unlock new kinks and destroy you emotionally. Beautifully written, this chapter will haunt your dreams.

꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂ chapter two. ambedo. [new 3/4] ❤︎❤︎

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 2/25 | wip | word count: pending.

the monster makes his intentions known. wyndham’s bride proposes an addendum. DARK chapter. see below for warnings & notes.

No matter how she twists and stretches on the floor, she can’t get her hands on the once-raccoon digging his knee into her spine. Anything that might have reached him is batted away easily. Thunder groans, and her captor chuckles behind her. The sound is dark and broken like gravel, and far more dangerous than the storm outside. His claws let go of her ruined chignon for just a second and she scrambles to her knees, still twisted and trapped in silk like a net-tangled butterfly.  He snickers, and his fingers clamp like a vice on her ankle, bruising and prickling even through the diaphanous layers of fabric. He jerks her toward him with such force that she sprawls again, the air slamming out of her lungs as the momentum sends her skidding her back to him and beneath him, dress sliding on the polished wood floor as he hauls her under his wide-spread legs. There’s the renewed skitter of pearls across the floor, and before she can draw a breath, he flips her — easily — onto her back. Her lungs are slammed against the ground, airless all over again. Her ribs strain. “Nuh-uh, pretty pearl.” He laughs down at her, teeth and eyes all bright and sharp in the darkness.  “W-wait,” she tries again, but he’s already dropping to his knees and straddling her torso, knees squeezing in on her ribs so hard that she can feel them creak. He’s so warm, though — a furnace — and heat radiates from his thighs and groin where they press snugly against the underside of her breasts. The part of her that aches for warmth and for touch batters against her weary survival instincts, willing to put up with the pain and the threat of imminent death if it means lying beneath him for the next few minutes. Then she remembers that he needs to leave and she thrashes against him frantically, but it’s too late. His clawed fingers are circling her neck and they tighten, claws sinking in at her nape. His tail lashes behind him: a dark plume, painting the shadows. She flies her fingers to his wrists, trying to peel his grip away even as bright spots swim back into her eyes like little supernovas and moons. Her hips buck beneath him instinctively, wriggling, lips parted and bloody and begging for air. Tears burn in her eyes, streaming into now-loose curls at her temples, and she kicks and tugs helplessly as the hands that shouldn’t be this strong, but are. There’s another skeletal flare of lightning, and she can see him again: narrow, scorching red eyes, teeth bared and gleaming, all scars and wet fur. Metal flashes in the electric light. Horrifying, yes. Not in and of himself, of course — but what it all means. All the pieces that had come together the moment he’d entered the little halo of golden candlelight.  Herbert had kept her in the dark, but now she knows.  Now she knows. And her thudding, panicked heart is broken.

read chapter two. ambedo. on ao3 :･꧂

WARNINGS: arguably one of the darkest chapters. things will get better before the chapter’s end. dubcon (wyndham’s bride is very into it but there’s definitely an argument for coercion here), lots of non-affectionate degradation and name-calling (slut, whore, etc), bad dom/sub dynamics, choking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, spanking, overstimulation. single, brief threat of mutilation. use of claws. continued references to non-sexual child abuse and grooming. animal/pet death. canon-typical violence.

sorry babes, this chapter is mostly a direct pull from the og oneshot. it's also almost twice as long as a normal chapter because i couldn't find a good place to cut it. but i hope you enjoy anyway?? enjoy seems like a weird word but yeah

꧁･:☁︎⋆. masterlist, notes, & moodboard .⋆☁︎ :･꧂

some explicit statements or references ✩ abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎