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More heat rises in your cheeks. Okay, maybe brushing your teeth  is going a bit overboard — and you’re pretty sure Jack’s exaggerating — but so many circs’ worth of loneliness and self-reliance make his words into a temptation. Prior to your arrival on Knowhere, you’d been focused on dodging your ex, and before that — well. To put it simply, you hadn’t received any real comfort or care from another person since long before you’d left Terra. Jack had been the first to look out for you in ages, so — really, is it any wonder you’d fallen for him? Or for the voice behind that first Rakk n’ Ruin audiotransmission, filtering into your ears like a dirty devotional? 

“Is it stupid of me?” Your question is cautious. The only reason you’re able to give voice to it at all is because Jack had sounded more indulgent than annoyed. “To say that it doesn’t sound so bad?”

Jack’s furred palm wraps around your ankle and he tugs you toward him, opening your sticky thighs. The grin he gives you is all easy affection, without a trace of judgement.

“Honey, that’s how I know you’re perfect for us.”

The wet cloth coasts from your knee up to the crux of your thighs. You still jolt when it brushes against your slick, swollen folds — but Jack cups you gently. A long, low, approving hum rumbles from between his teeth. Despite the fact that your belly and clit are still tingling with unsatisfied need, there’s something soothing about this moment: the softness and warmth of the damp fabric, the attentive way he touches you, the carefulness with which he cleans you. His mouth follows the path of the cloth: light and reverent, his flexible upper lip trailing along your flesh, almost vibrating with the sound of his wordless song. 

Some of your tension eases. The muscles in your thighs and belly — almost painfully tight — relax slowly, and you sigh: a quiet, drowsy exhalation, content despite your lack of climax. You know you need to talk to Jack about your meeting with the Captain today — about all the troubling things he’d said that continue to knot your insides. There’s some puzzle-piece missing, some bit of information that would help you understand. But for now, you just want to enjoy this moment.

In case there aren’t many more to come. 

You offer your boss a sleepy half-smile as he presses one last, gentle kiss to your still-achy clit, then withdraws to wipe down his cock and blot at the syrupy mess of his fur, still humming as he does. An errant thought rises inside you, and your smile blooms a little brighter as you reach for him, beckoning him into bed with you.

“The Captain does that too, you know.”

Jack pauses. Blinks up at you. “Does what?”

You feel your smile sweeten, and more heat filters into your cheeks: self-conscious, but quietly delighted too. It’s another thing they share, maybe without even realizing it. “He hums. That song in particular, I think.” Your legs curl beneath you and you wiggle your toes. “What is it? Did he learn it from you?”

read Audiotransmission_9 now. ~11,494 words. | excerpt, notes, & warnings below

NOTES: it's hard to believe i split this audiotransmission and the last audiotransmission, and this still ended up being so ungodly long. deepest apologies. the last section probably could have used more revisions/editing, so i may come back and make some minor changes later. i hope you enjoy anyway!

WARNINGS for this chapter: LONG & ANGSTY. chapter summary's a bit misleading (sorry!). pining, doubts, bad communication (look, both these losers grew up with bad communication models). reader continues to second-guess herself in the relationship. continued D/s vibes, praise, dirty talk, cockwarming, continued edging / orgasm denial. more mentions of double-penetration, oral, threesomes, creampies.

Rack & Ruin masterlist. 18+ only | rocket x f!reader x blackjack | 8? parts | wordcount: pending. navigation | fiction masterlist

you have two ridiculous, impossible, extremely-silly crushes. one is on an audio-porn performer whom you've never met, but whose growly voice brought you comfort during a low point in your life. the other is on your fucking boss. which is why you really don't have the bandwidth to start crushing on the captain, too.

CONTEXT: mcu-based with inspiration from the comics. mostly post-vol3 with references to major past events. while blackjack and rocket do have a pre-existing relationship, the focus is on reader in this story. limited physical description of reader / she does have hair.

Something twists inside you. Your abdomen is still tight and tingling, clit still buzzing at attention — but heartache tastes tart on your tongue. 

“Except Jack,” you say softly.

He squints one eye, then sits up just enough to  

aim a dark-clawed finger at you. Cocks it — then pulls the imaginary trigger. Despite its nonexistence, you’re certain you feel the thin, lancing pain of a phantom blast or bullet.

Right through your heart.

“Look at you,” the Captain drawls. “Sweet and smart, after all.”

Heat climbs in your cheeks, and you bat his words away as if the gesture can quell the sudden hum of pleasure vibrating in your chest. The fact is, no matter how many times Rakk n’ Ruin has crooned praise into your ears, hearing it from the Captain himself — meant just for you, no matter how sarcastic he’s being — sends frissons of warmth spiralling up your spine. 

But there are more important things you need to focus on right now.

“You deserve to be happy, Captain,” you remind him gently. “And you — you deserve Jack.”

He snorts. “That might be true. Maybe — yeah. Maybe I could be convinced I deserve Jack.” He narrows both eyes at you, then lifts his drink from the bartop and tips it lazily in your direction, like a toast. “But you sure as fuck don’t.”

excerpt from Audiotransmission_9. [EXPECTED JULY 1] Customer Hits On You in Coffee Shop, Takes You Home After Your Shift.

WARNINGS for this chapter: pining, angst, doubts, bad communication (look, both these losers grew up with bad communication models). reader continues to second-guess herself in the relationship. continued D/s vibes, praise, dirty talk, cockwarming, continued edging / orgasm denial. more mentions of double-penetration, oral, threesomes, creampies.

Rack & Ruin masterlist. 18+ only | rocket x f!reader x blackjack | 9? parts | wordcount: pending. navigation | fiction masterlist

you have two ridiculous, impossible, extremely-silly crushes. one is on an audio-porn performer whom you've never met, but whose growly voice brought you comfort during a low point in your life. the other is on your fucking boss. which is why you really don't have the bandwidth to start crushing on the captain, too.

CONTEXT: mcu-based with inspiration from the comics. mostly post-vol3 with references to major past events. while blackjack and rocket do have a pre-existing relationship, the focus is on reader in this story. limited physical description of reader / she does have hair.