18+!!! Scenarios and Fanfiction about Rocket Raccoon! I do accept requests, hence the blog name! :D Everything is pink because that's his favorite color
Mainly Rocket x reader! I do requests about Rocket from Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 1, vol. 2, Infinity War/End Game, and vol. 3! I feel like Rocket is in different stages of growth in each of these films so I like to imagine him a bit differently depending on which movie we're talking about. But all and any requests can be asked in a general sense! I will do my best to label each scenario, i.e., "vol. 1 Rocket would..., vol. 2 Rocket would..." etc.
Rules!
-18+!!! Smut is welcomed!
-Fluff is welcomed!
-Angst is welcomed!
-NO scat or intense blood play! (He just wouldn't be into it) (light gun play is okay, I think he'd be into it)
-NO major death or intense gore! (Only small references to other canon character deaths welcomed)
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Hi!! I adore your blog and everything you write, cause it's so wholesome and giving comfort!! I was wondering about your take on this kind of trope between Rocket and the reader (because I can't see anything similar on the internet and I'm biting my walls). But I was thinking about friendly convo with Rocket as a semi new crew member, who's young and maybe more outgoing. Still sarcastic and brave, yet empathetic. And they started to get along, eventually became friends. In my mind it was a late night vibe, maybe something like talking about trauma or just simply comforting. I'm a sucker for anything involving petting him so (👀). Maybe they have something in common, maybe something happened. But some friendly fluff never hurts. I'd love to see your take on this scenario!! I just love your work I'm hoping to see something like that ksjdksjx 🤍🤍
wholesome? are we looking at the same blog lol
dear little sugar cookie sunbeam. you're so sweet and i'm so grateful for this kindness, truly. thank you for your sweet words! i’m so sorry it’s taken so long for me to get around to this. between you and @whitedragoncoranth (who always so kindly sends me adorable raccoon-related videos and little fictions) the two of you have been spinning lovely little thoughts in my head. so this is for the both of you ♡
like, imagine that pete wakes up in the middle of the sleep-shift. there’s something happening in the benetar’s ventilation system, and it doesn’t sound good. a strange sort of pitchy rattle, like something’s come loose. normally pete wouldn’t be the one to notice something like that — rocket’s sensitive hearing would pick up any deviation in the benetar’s normal low murmur long before pete’s “inferior baldbody ears.” but here it is — far too late in the so-called night — and star-lord has noticed something wrong with the ship. and not just any part of the ship — one of the parts most integral to survival in the inhospitable void of space.
so he rises, half-frantic, and goes to find the benetar’s genius creator and resident mechanic.
"goddammit," you mutter, scowling down at the carton of milky-fizz in your hand. normally, you'd be staring out at the stars as they spiraled past: gorgeous glimmering clouds of glitter-dust and refracted light, swirls of color and soft-edged flakes of illumination, haloes and radiant pinpoints — all bright and pulsing against the black jeweler's velvet of an endless sky. tonight, though, you're just pissed, and not even the shimmering specks of a thousand distant suns can ease the cringing ripple of shame prickling up the base of your spine and between your shoulderblades. you hunch your back, trying to shiver it right off your skin.
"hey, kid. what the hell are you doin' out here?"
you pause, shoulders still high under your ears — but when you breathe out, some of your tension goes with it. rocket's an ornery bastard, but he's also your best friend here on the benetar, and if anyone can make you feel better, it's probably him.
not that it had always been that way. your friendship is more or less a recent development. you wouldn’t call yourself new to the crew anymore, but you're definitely the freshest of the guardians family. you'd run into them when they'd stopped back on knowhere after defeating some kind of — god? planet? — and the pilot had clearly not been a fan of further expanding their little crew beyond the recent addition of mantis and, to a lesser extent, kraglin and nebula.
why d'you wanna even do this? he'd sneered. it ain't all fame and fortune.
you'd snorted. fame and fortune? at best, it had seemed the so-called guardians of the galaxy had only earned the suspicious and sometimes-entertained watchfulness of any given band of locals — as if they'd been some troublesome trickster-folkheroes brought to life.
plus, this stupid galaxy's always needing to be saved, rocket had snarked, half-resentfully.
you'd grinned and shrugged. as a matter of fact, i'm here for the job security, you'd only replied, and it had tugged a startled smirk into the corner of his mouth.
"you all right?" he asks now, nearly thirty cycles later.
you sigh. "oh, you know." you wave your carton at the stars behind the armored glass.
rocket snorts. "yeah, i do know," he drawls, one brow winging up. you're not looking at him, so you can't see it — but you can hear it in his voice. "i know exactly what you're doing."
it's your turn to raise an eyebrow. "what am i doing?" you take a swig of your milky-fizz, but rocket doesn't miss a beat.
"beating yourself up for stupid shit."
"ahhhh," you breathe softly into the chill, recycled air. "you would know, then."
"i would," he agrees. "now, c'mon." his hand reaches out and shoves gently at your hip. "you can whine about it while we eat some zargnuts."
you can't help but laugh. after you'd first come aboard, it had only taken a few rotations for the two of you to begin gravitating toward each other. if asked, rocket would have muttered he’d just given you a shot because you’d been the only one who groot seemed to tolerate: mature enough to hold your own with the other guardians, but young enough that rocket's adolescent son somehow — miraculously — hadn’t despised you. luckily for rocket, he'd also quickly learned that you'd been willing to engage in the stupid multi-front prank-wars that he’d had going with almost every other member of the crew. hell, that thing with the frickin’ zargnuts had been your idea — he’d just come up with the tech. the two of you had crept into food storage one rotation, and you’d emptied every bag into jars, then passed each one to rocket. he’d puffed them with air and neatly closed them with the heat-resealing gun he’d crafted as soon as you’d made the suggestion.
drax had been sulky for cycles, and you'd stayed strong, not 'fessing up until mantis had burst into tears after opening her fifteenth empty bag.
still, the majority of the jars of zargnuts are currently residing in the corner of rocket's bunk.
you follow him across the catwalks and down the hatch, passing arched armored-glass windows separating the two of you from the cold void of space. outside the benetar, the galaxy is lit up with spilt-glitter-stars and moons like twinkle-lights. inside, guages and buttons pin the shadows like velvet stage-curtains to the wall, and security orbs stitch them to the edge of the grated floors. most of the other guardians are in bed already, and the narrow corridors are quiet, with only the low hum of the benetar's life support systems echoing a low lullaby. rocket leaps up to tap the sensor that slides open his bunk door, and you throw yourself easily into the pile of cushions in the corner under his hammock. he's one of the lucky bastards with a starboard-side porthole in his bunk, which means the whole little room is softly aglow with the dim blue and mauve haze of stardust. he taps a plasma orb, adding a sheen of gold to the edges of the shadows so that he can dig through his locker more easily, producing a giant, half-eaten jar of zargnuts and sliding it across the thin, faded rug toward you.
"dig in," he orders, and you do — unscrewing the lid and reaching in to pull out a couple of the bite-sized snacks. "you wanna tell me what's got you all knotted up?" he adds casually, tapping the datapad he's got docked on his workbench. some song he's cloned from pete's zune drifts out, melancholy and mellow, across darkness.
"is that california dreamin'?" you ask incredulously.
he listens for a beat, till the chorus hits. "sounds like it," he replies with a shrug, "but you're not gettin' outta answering me, kid."
you sigh and take another sip of your milky-fizz . it goes surprisingly well with the zargnuts. "i almost got pete killed today."
rocket snorts. "what?"
"when that symbiote attacked him, i should've switched over to the disresonator blaster you made, and instead i just sh-shot at it with the rotary cannon and i almost—"
"kid," rocket interrupts, sounding exasperated. "you been in how many fights like this? m'not talking about threatening some jerk with your quadblaster, i mean actually fighting a dozen corrupted klyntar, or some high-powered alien despot, or whatever."
"i dunno," you say dismally. "however many there've been since i started with you guys."
"and this is your first mistake," he reminds you. "and it wasn't even that stupid."
you roll your eyes. "thanks ever so."
"seriously," he says, grabbing another handful of zargnuts. "you know, our second fight was because drax decided to call up the kree accuser we were running from and give 'im our coordinates."
you pause with your milky-fizz halfway to your mouth. "what?"
rocket snickers. "and that jackass is like, old enough to be your dad. at least. he's supposably been fighting way longer." he pauses. "though he did get caught and thrown in the kyln so maybe he was always an idiot about it. what i'm saying is, you don't gotta beat yourself up for doing one stupid thing."
you look at him solemnly, taking in the way the plasma orb gilds the strands of gunmetal and brass in his fur, and the halo of mint-green and rose and purple as you drift past a rainbow-hued nebula.
"what about you?" you ask. the quiet shadows pool around the two of you, cool and just heavy enough to press any anxiety out of your lungs. that's how it always is on these nights with rocket, you think. usually the two of you are on the flightdeck, drinking some of drax's kylosian coffee while rocket flies till you fall asleep — but sometimes you hole up in his bunk or yours, listening to music and telling stories and cracking jokes until one or both of you passed out.
"what about me?"
you wrap the shadows and the starlight around yourself and finish off the milky fizz, setting the plastic carton carefully to one side. "you beat yourself up all the time."
he sighs. "that's different."
"howso?" you challenge, but he slants you a look that glints like red spinels and rubies in the stray starlight, and you know you're not gonna get an answer. you hum a faintly disgruntled, half-playful note. "you know what would make me feel better?"
"no."
you grin, and reach out toward him with both hands, palm-down, rubbing your fingers and thumbs together.
"absolutely frickin' not."
"please?"
"you're annoying."
your fingers don't stop. "you don't have to pretend like you don't like it," you tease him. "i had a friend back on terra—"
he snorts. "you had a friend?"
you pout. "don't be a jackass." you flex your fingers in a grabby motion. "i had a friend on terra and she use to tell me — you know, you are allowed to let yourself enjoy nice things."
he snorts. "oh yeah? and what’d you say to that?"
your grin splits wide. "probably the same thing you’re gonna say to me," you admit with a dip of your head. another gold galaxy swirls slowly past, limning everything: platinum and bronze and sunset edges, melting against the dark violet-blue.
he wings one brow upward. "what’s that?"
you can’t stop the chuckle riding under your ribs. "sounds fake, but okay."
he snickers. "well, you're not wrong."
"c'mon," you wheedle, not letting him out of it that easily. you flex your fingers again, and rub the tips together like you're testing the velvet quality of the shadows, or the fading strains of california dreamin' as they melt into time after time. "please? for me, rocket?"
he raises his brow again, rolling his eyes. they're deep amethysts in the darkness, but every time he moves them, they throw back glimmers of almandine and garnet.
"sounds fake," he mocks, "but okay." he slides across the cushions. "and watch the tail this time. don't need your frickin' elbow leaning on it again."
you fake-scowl. "that was one time," you sulk, winding your arms around him and pulling him in close so you can burrow your fingers into the thick velvet pile of his ears. he immediately cocks his head like he's been secretly waiting for it all night, leaning into the little massage at the base of the twitching appendages. his head his heavy and weighted against your hands, alternating side to side as he tries to push into the pressure of your touch. you'd never point it out to him, of course; he'd stop immediately, you're sure. and you weren't lying — it does make you feel better. millennia of evolution have contributed to this one perfect element of the terran human condition, you suppose: the release of endorphins whenever you get a cuddly animal's fur under your fingertips and palms.
you ease your hands down, stroking long lines over the back of his head, burying your fingers in the fur at the base of his skull and around his shoulders, weaving them into his lush, soft undercoat. it becomes mindless, meditative: his fur gleaming thread by soft thread in the starlight, the hypnotic lullaby of the moons and suns and planets rolling by like round, loose beryls and pearls, the sparkling haze of cosmic dust spilling past the porthole. the music shifting through the dark shadows and puddling in the little pools of light, weaving in between each strand of rocket's fur and the soft valleys between your fingers: fleetwood mac and bowie and kate bush and joy division, all layered into the darkness and the sprinkle of lights — the spray of glitter, the haloed glow; the quiet of your breath and rocket's; the pulse of your shared heartbeats; the sleepy tug of your eyelids. the knowledge that he knows you well enough to recognize when you're ragged at the edges, and the eagerness to help patch you up with zargnuts and music and stories about drax; the knowledge that you'd do the same no matter what. the warmth of him under your hands, his body going relaxed and heavy under your arms, the soft brush of his fur under your chin.
the knowledge that in all of the wide universe, you always have a home with each other.
something rumbles against your belly, where his chest is leaned up against you, and your hands stroke over his back. it's rare that he purrs, and usually brief: but this time he lets it happen, and it grows. the rapid, deep-rooted clicking, like a dark-velvet chirp that never ends, rolls up from his body and into your hands like a gift passed from him to you. it shivers out into the air, tumbling and rippling through the silk shadows, blending with the music, flickering against everything in the tiny room and echoing softly, rebounding, shimmering. you lose yourself in the pattern of it, matched to his inhalations and exhalations. matched to yours. you're drifting into it like an incoming tide, moonlit and starstruck, little waves that lap and tap against your heart and your brain until you begin to doze off while your fingers trace deep little forest-paths into his fur, taking and offering comfort as easily as breathing, as easily as the gentle thump of your hearts against each other. you lose time like that: lost in the sounds of him and the music, lost in the deep blue, the aubergine, the glimmering in and out. you don't so much as stir until there's a thump in the corridor, and then against the frame of the door—
you jolt awake, blinking blearily, and rocket's already torn himself out of your arms and off the cushions as the door slides open.
"what the fuck, quill? i coulda been — i dunno, doing something—"
"there's a problem with the vent system," pete rushes out, sounding nervous and frantic. "i don't know how long it's been going on but there's like a — a rattling, rumbling noise—"
"shut up," rocket snaps, one dark hand extended toward pete in a halting motion, and you freeze as the three of you go still and quiet.
the vents cycle on, hushed and gentle as a breeze in a field of wheat.
you wait.
"i don't frickin' hear anything," rocket growls.
"i don't—" pete starts, looking baffled and almost betrayed by the functioning ventilation system. "it was—"
"what'd it sound like?" you pipe up from the corner, and pete's brows furrow when they focus on you.
"like a kind of a... brrrrrrrrrh," he mimicks, rolling his tongue off the rough of his mouth in a guttural purr.
your eyes go wide, and then shoot over to rocket's. your friend's face is a picture in absolute horror.
"uh," you start, the corners of your mouth twitching as you try to hold back a sudden cackle.
"go back to bed!" rocket half-roars, and pete takes one last bewildered glance at the air vents before slinking out the door.
rocket slaps the sensor panel and whirls on you, one claw extended.
"not a fuckin' word," he snarls.
you say nothing. you only smile — eyes sparkling — and reach for him with both hands: palms down, fingertips rubbing against thumbs in a silent demand for more pets.
After that discovery Eidos Rocket would definitely make a cloning machine for selfcest purposes.
Absolutely, he'd wanna know how many Rockets you and he can handle.
Mcu Rocket genuinely trying to send eidos Rocket back to his own universe but eidos Rocket stays up one night and turns whatever mcu Rocket was building into a cloning machine
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18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 4 parts. | 41,443 words. COMPLETE!
no use of y/n. context, excerpt, & warnings below the cut.
you and the captain end up with a broken-down ship, stranded on deneb-7: the galaxy’s most-expensive and most-decadent pleasure-planet. it’s just rocket’s luck that the parts he needs to repair it are too big for him to easily-steal, and too expensive for the, ah, current budget.
and unfortunately, there aren't many ways for two shipwrecked guardians to make money on deneb-7.
read stage show on deneb-7 now.
PART ONE. BACKSTAGE. [NEW NOV 12]
in which you're a creative problem-solver. the exposition and warm-up act.
PART TWO. CURTAIN UP. [NEW NOV 17]
in which the captain confronts you. the rising action and main event.
PART THREE. POST-INTERMISSION. [NEW DEC 3]
the show must go on — no matter how wet the props are.
PART FOUR. ENCORE & AFTERPARTY. [NEW DEC 10]
climax, curtain call, and everything that comes after.
CONTEXT: mcu-based, post-volume three. physical descriptions are limited but reader has hair that can get into her eyes/be grabbed/pulled.
WARNINGS: reader has a panic attack. first-time sex work, first-time exhibitionism, voyeurism, audience participation, praise/degradation, filming, bondage/restraints, spanking bench, impact play (flogging, use of a crop), inappropriate use of the flogger-handle, light anal play/buttplugs, ballgag, sensory play, toys, tickling, orgasm control, forced orgasms, filthy talk.
EXCERPT BELOW.
You’re not sure what the worst part is. Frankly, it’s hard to weigh pros and cons when you’re teetering somewhere between your fifth and sixth orgasm.
Is it the clustered figures just beyond the scope of your human vision — dark silhouettes of various shapes and sizes and species, clustered around tables in the shadows beyond the stage? Is it the enormous holoscreen projections of yourself that you can’t help but see every time you open your water-jewelled lashes?
Or is it the fact that the guy you’ve been helplessly, humiliatingly crushing on for the last couple few circs of the multicalendar —and then some — is the same person currently wringing sweat, tears, and slippery slick from your body in front of all these strangers?
Every time you think you can’t get more embarrassed, you learn how very wrong you are. And every time you think you can’t come again — well, he proves you wrong there, too. Right now, your face is even hotter than the rest of your naked, molten limbs. Mortification tangles with arousal and need. The polls on the holoscreen bounce up and down, but the electronic voting process doesn’t seem to detract at all from the suggestions murmured just loudly enough by the more vocal members of the audience — only some of which rise above the low crush of voices to pierce the tears currently glazing your vision and making every thought tumble right out of your brain.
I hope he holds her pussy open, so we can see how wet and swollen she’s getting.
Maybe he’ll use the squirrelbird feather on her clit again. Or the oscillating massage-wand.
Who needs toys? a stranger scoffs gently. The quietness doesn’t detract from the indulgent condescension laced through the voice like smoke, or the lascivious nature of the question. I’d rather see him play with her using those claws. Sit her on the biggest dildo in those drawers and then tease her sides and titties while she wriggles and cries.
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Oh man, I've actually been contemplating this ever since I started thinking about mcu Rocket and eidos Rocket crushing on the same person. I only write for these two so they're the only alternates that I'll be focusing on.
I don't think any of the Rockets would date/sex up their alternates without a third party.
I think mcu Rocket would not be interested in selfcest (at first!), although, he would be into sharing a partner with his alternate selves. That is, a /sex/ partner but he would not want to share a romantic partner. At least, not right away. Maybe after End Game and vol. 3 he'd be much more open to it. He would have to trust both people deeply and have known them for a looong time before he ever wants to be in a poly ship. That being said, if its you, him, and another version of himself? He'd be down as long as he stays separated from his alternate self. Anything involving sex or romance between him and the other Rocket would take some getting used to, it'd take a /long/ time.
He would be /super/ freaked out by the idea of making out or fucking... himself, essentially. But using your mouth while his alternate self uses your other holes? He's so into it. Watching you get railed by his alternate or railing you while the other Rocket watches ?? Where can he sign up. I could also see him taking you and his other self on dates, if your poly ship is more than just sex. He'd enjoy flirting and teasing you along side his alternate self (the banter would be off the charts)... but he probably wouldn't flirt with the other Rocket. (But also I could see it growing on him eventually, after a /while/ of being together and if his other self is persistent.)
Now eidos Rocket? From what I can tell, he'd want all of it. He would get /such/ a big boost to his ego from knowing that you want him and also him from another universe. And at the same time? Flark yeah. He would be excited to do everything that I mentioned above. Fucking you, fucking his other self or his other self fucking him, fucking his alternate self while fucking you and vise versa. All of it. Yes please and don't stop.
Now sharing a romantic partner with another Rocket? He might get a little jealous at first but then he'll remember that you want him in this universe /and/ from another universe. Can't get much better than that, and really what's there to be jealous of? Especially if the other Rocket is hitting on him too. Prepare for his massive ego! And endless teasing. He'd tease his alternate too! Even if his other self is hesitant. Sexually, romantically, comically just for laughs. ("We're already sharing holes, why not share a kiss or two?")
Imagine all the dirty talk with these two! *-* omg I need to write this asap...
My answer goes past just selfcest but I feel like its pertinent !
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I wanted to make a comic set during the snap, during the 5 years that Nebula and Rocket were alone together— I think it’s such an interesting and unexplored time for both of them emotionally.
It’s also inspired by my own substance ahem overindulgence🤔 and how my loved ones still love me anyway and urge me to be better☝️
Art lets me exorcise my demons and that’s my favorite part about it 🦝
I am not sure if this will having multiple parts or not! Maybe at some point I will add more.
Warnings: heavy smut, floor sex, drunk sex, oral sex(receiving), missionary, crying after sex, some angst
NSFW 18+ MDNI ♤☆♤
The vast, open space was displayed before you and Rocket as the two of you sat in front of a big window facing out the side of the Benatar. You leaned back against the metal wall as Rocket knocked back another beer and drained it of its contents. Your boot nudged against an empty beer bottle and the bottle knocked another one down. A small pile of empty bottles decorated the grate floor around you two as you popped open a new beer and handed it to him.
Your head was swimming from the alcohol but it was better than the survivor's guilt and the memories of watching your only family turn to dust right in front of your eyes. You had been on Titan when Thanos snapped his fingers. You watched them all go and then nearly starved to death with two of the most insufferable people imaginable; Nebula and Tony Stark, polar opposites but somehow they got along better than you would've imagined. That is, until Captain Marvel had found the ship and flew you back to Earth.
Rocket had shocked you when he insisted that he would stay on Earth until you weren't emaciated anymore. He was by your bedside everyday and made sure to get you everything you needed until you were strong enough for space travel again. Nebula was always nearby but never hovered the same way that Rocket did.
It'd been a year since then.
None of you talked about it but there was silent support. A hand on your shoulder, a pet on his head, and a woeful nod to her. There was that, and then there was nights like this. Where you and Rocket would get shit-faced and act like it was old times again, as if the rest of the guardians were just a few rooms away.
Rocket took the bottle from you, tipped his head back, and swallowed down some of the beer. His lips struggled to form some words. "Y'know w-what I miss?"
You swayed your head back and forth against the wall. "No... what d'ya miss?"
"Quill's shit music. Ha!" His drunk mind must've thought that was hilarious because he continued to snicker to himself.
You hiccupped a bit before shoving it down with more beer. "Ha. Y'know what I miss? Good booze! Drax had da bes' choices."
"Yeah, he did! He use ta got it from Contraxia." His smile and eyes dropped to the floor as he seemed lost in that thought for a split second.
You leaned forward and clumsily clinked your bottle against his. Your words were heavily slured as you spoke. "Haven't been in a while. We shoulda stop by."
He snorted and swirled the beer around in the bottle. "Why'd you wanna go there? Otha than tha booze, it sucks!" He stumbled roughly as he stood up and kicked some of the bottles out of the way as he stepped closer to you. "Can't even get laid prop'rly. It's all bots and used up cunts."
You giggled messily when he lurched forward and landed his hand right next to your head to catch himself. He was almost one sip away from falling on his face and you were fairing no better as your head flopped towards his face, almost leaned against his arm. " 'least ya can get laid! They don' even have male bots!"
He cackled and tossed his head back to suckle the last sip of his beer and you did the same. The bottom of your bottles knocked together which made the two of you snicker and giggle even more.
"And most men don' ev'n look at me twice! Fuck me. Wha's a girl gotta do to get some?" Your dropped your arm to the grate floor, your bottle rolled free from your hand.
Rocket threw his bottle over his shoulder and it clattered among the other empty bottles. He leaned a little closer to you, his tongue ran over his teeth as he smirked. You gazed into his eyes, both of you still drunk but with a newfound curiosity. "You offerin'? Solve both our probl'ms."
You glanced down at his lips as his other hand reached up to cradle your face. In your dazed state, you couldn't help but lean into his warm touch. Your eyes were lidded and you felt his breathe fanning over your lips as he brushed his snout to the tip of your nose. "What'd ya say, pretty?"
The only thing holding you back was the shock of his close proximity but once that wore off, your swirled mind and clouded judgment took the reins. You turned your head slightly and sloppily pressed your lips to his thin ones. His lips were surprisingly soft and the way he moved them against yours made heat run straight to your core. He maneuvered his lips around yours to gain some control over the kiss, although it was still messy from the alcohol.
The kiss was hurried and desperate as his lips smacked all over yours. He pulled away for half a second so you two could take a breath before diving back in.
He let out a smug hum from his throat as his hand reached around and gripped your hair. He tugged your head back and licked across your lips in full. When you gasped, he slid his tongue in and caressed your beer riddled tongue. You let out a moan into his mouth as you closed your mouth around his lips and battled with his tongue chaotically. He brought the hand that was leaned against the wall down to grip around your throat when you skimmed your tongue over one of his fangs. Your tongue met his, smoothly sliding against each other. Tingles ran down your back and he must've felt something similar because a soft groan puffed out of his nose.
He pulled away again but this time, it was to run kisses up and down your neck. He licked and even nipped a bit at your sensitive skin as his hands fell to your chest. He gave your boobs a hearty squeeze. You moaned and gasped softly as his tongue caressed your pulse and he dragged his fangs against your neck gently.
With the pleasure and the beer still running rampant through your veins and how he was leaning more against you without his hand on the wall to keep himself steady, you were struggling to hold the both of you upright. You gasped when the ship walls tilted and your back hit the grate floor.
"Shit! Ya okay?" Rocket was kneeling between your legs with one hand on the floor by your side and the other pressed onto your hip.
You giggled, raising your head to look at him. "I'm having fun."
His concerned expression quickly shifted into an excited grin. "Atta girl." He pressed his thigh and the top of his knee against the hot center point of your groin, and you instantly moan out a gasp as you start to grind against him. He made a satisfied grunt in the back of his throat and he licked at your collarbone as one of his hands went back to groping your chest. Your skin was heated up to the point of you reaching to grab your shirt and pulling it off your body with one quick motion.
Rocket moved away enough for you to do so, peeled off his gloves, and then immediately went back in to feel your warm skin against his furry hands. He messily kissed, licked, and sucked his way around your bra and down your stomach until he was met with the top of your leggings. "Y'gonna take these off too or do I gotta rip 'em off ya?" He grabbed the waistband with his teeth and snapped the band against your skin in emphasis.
As hot as you thought that'd be, and you really considered it for a second, you just wanted them off and figured it'd be faster to just remove them. So you did, all the way to your ankles and you managed to get one leg free before Rocket seemingly got impatient and ripped your panties off. The fabric pressed and pulled along your slick slit as he removed them and you gasped down at him. "I liked those..."
"I'll buy you new ones. For now..." He gazed down at your crotch as he used his hands to push your thighs apart. Your lips were slick with moisture and strings of your juices lingered as he used his thumbs to spread them. He was face first in between your thighs as he swiped a generous lick up from your entrance to the top of your clit. A shock of pleasure rushed through your body at the feeling of his warm and wet tongue on your cunt.
He pulled a few more moans from you as he lapped at your core. You raised your head to glance down at him and the view was unlike anything you've seen or will probably ever see again. He had a sloppy grin on his face with lidded eyes and pinned ears. He let out a hum everytime his tongue passed over your clit and caused your legs to tremble a bit. "R-Rocket..."
He groaned in response. His eyes rolled back and closed when you moaned his name and he shifted. He pressed his tongue against the spot between your clit and entrance then closed his mouth around your clit and suckled. You dropped your head against the grate floor and your back arched when he only pressed the pad of his thumb against your entrance but didn't push his finger inside. "Fuck... ya taste so frikin' good."
He rubbed and pulsed his thumb on your entrance while he sucked and pulled on your clit in rhythmic motions. You were swimming and swirling in pleasure and alcohol as the fastest, yet most satisfying orgasm you've ever had ripped through you. "H-ha... haa.. f-fuck!"
He stretched out your pleasure by softly running his tongue up and down your clit. Rocket growled against you and pulled his thumb away to drink up all that you had to offer. "Mm... damn, doll. I m'hafta come back for seconds." He licked his lips as he watched you breathe through the intense waves of pleasure.
You let out a half scoff, half laugh. You looked down at him. "Ya gonna stay down ther' all night? Or ar' ya gonna fuck me? Rocket..." You moaned his name for good measure and his eyes darkened as his smirk widened.
"When ya moan my name like tha... makes me wanna neva stop." He said as he quickly shed the top half of his jumpsuit, first removing the red scarf from around his neck. He moved the fabric down enough to pull his cock out and it was about four inches with a thick base and a slender, rounded head. He ran his dick through your wet folds, making obscene sounds. "Gonna give it to ya, pretty."
With that, he slid all the way in with one thrust. His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth were clamped together in restraint. He grunted before opening his eyes and gazing at you. Your face was twisted in pleasure, eyes lidded, with a line of drool trailing down your cheek. A bit fucked out even before the main event. You rolled your hips against his. "Please..."
He sighed out before resting his chin between your boobs and his hands gripped your hips. His fur was soft along your skin and his face was borderline blissful as he pulled his dick almost all the way out before pressing it all the way back in. His slow pumps drew a whine out from your throat. He swiftly picked up the pace and sat up on his knees to fuck into your properly. Every thrust made your breast bounce roughly in your bra and he reached out to grab at your bra, making your boobs drop free.
He leaned forward again, nipping at the underside of your boob as his hand played with your other nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, adding sparks of pleasure to your trembling core. You could feel his breathy groans against your skin as he licked up to your nipple, sucking on it roughly and running his tongue over it. Your moans were getting louder and more frequent as your second orgasm approached quickly. "R-Rocket..!"
His thrusts grew erratic and rough as you squeezed around him tightly. "Yer like a frikin' vice-!"
He leaned forward to place one hand against the floor beside you. He pressed his other hand on the back of one of your thighs, pressing it to your chest as he moved one of his boots onto the floor, effectively pistoning in you. The angle change made new sensations blossom through you as you came, fluttering around his dick. He pumped into you once, twice, and then held himself there as he filled you up with a long and deep groan.
The two of you collapsed and then relaxed in the afterglow. Both of your legs were stretched out and he was laid right between them, his head pressed against your abdomen. He groaned and shifted until he pulled out of you and fell to your side, laying on the floor next to you. "Fuck... that was hot."
"...yeah. That was." You started to giggle, which slowly turned into a full-blown laugh. It was hearty and deep from your belly. It would seem that it was contagious as Rocket started laughing too. You were beginning to sober up a bit and a shallow feeling settled in your chest. You felt your laugh turning wobbly with a sting behind your eyes. You covered your eyes with your arm as you could feel the lump in your throat growing more by the second.
You couldn't stop the tears or the way that your laughter turned into sobs when you started to feel that emptiness again. Well, the warm feeling was nice while it lasted. You couldn't see him as you cried but you could feel Rocket sitting up, gazing down at you with an outstretched hand. He had apprehension and, maybe, guilt in his voice. "What- Why 're ya cryin'? Did I-"
"Rocket. I miss them. I miss them all so fucking much." You sobbed again and you felt his hand land on the arm that covered your eyes. The tears streamed more and your sobs only grew more intense as you continued to speak. "I-I'm so l-lonely..." You shifted onto your side, facing him with your eyes sealed shut with wetness.
Rocket seemed to snap out of his shock and he quickly curled around you with your head tucked against his chest as the two of you laid on the grate floor. His fur was smooth against your face as he shushed you gently as the two of you stayed like that for a while; minutes, maybe even an hour or two as you cried in his arms. He stroked your hair gently and tried to keep his breathing steady.
"Its okay. 'm here. I... miss them too. But I'm here an' I ain't going nowhere." He said as he glanced down at you but you had already leveled out, calm now as you snored lightly into his chest. Presumably passed out from the crying, the alcohol, the sex, and the late hour. Rocket sighed and allowed himself to relax for just a moment longer.
--
When you woke up, you found yourself still laying on the cold grate floor. But there had been a blanket thrown over you and a pillow tucked under your head. The blanket smelled like pine and motor oil. Like him. Immediately, flashes of everything that happened the night before flooded in. The drinking, the laughing, the sex, the crying...
You gasped softly as you sat up but the pounding in your head prevented you from moving any further. You glanced around and saw that the beer bottles were all gone with no Rocket insight. There was just a glass of water next to you. You reached over and drank down the water with urgency, suddenly very parched.
The blanket fell away from your arms and you looked down as you realized that you were naked except for your bra. You pulled the blanket around yourself even more and used a lot of your energy just to stand up. You wrapped the blanket around yourself fully, and slowly but eventually made it to your private quarters. You saw the clothes that you were wearing the previous night folded on your desk. You blushed and threw on some new clothes before collapsing in your bed to get a bit more sleep.
You startled awake when a bang rang through the wall of the Benatar. The pounding in your head had returned but it wasn't as intense. You felt the great need to ease your bladder and rushed to do so. You made it to a bathroom stall just in time to empty your bladder with a relieved sigh. As you cleaned yourself up and washed your hands, you noticed some red and purple marks running down your neck in the mirror. They were small... hickeys and fang marks. The perfect size to come from a certain raccoon. You blushed as you heard more banging ringing through the ship and you started to grow beyond curious.
You exited the stall and followed the sound of the banging all the way to the source. And, of course, the source is Rocket with his top half tucked into a hole at the bottom of the wall in the kitchen area. It looked like he had removed a panel and was repairing something with all of his tools scattered around. It crossed your mind to shy away from him but with losing your friends all at once, you weren't sure if you could handle losing him too. So you pushed forward and hoped that he wasn't disgruntled.
"Hey, Rocket. You seem spry considering we got plastered last night." You spoke while you opened the refrigerator and grabbed a warm hydration pack. Wait... warm?
" 'morning. Yeah, I bounce back real quick. You should know that by now." He slid out of the metal hole and sat up with his arms rested on his bent knees. He'd removed his red scarf and hung it over the back of a chair nearby. He waved his wrench a bit towards the fridge. "Cooling system's out." And then he laid back down and slid into the wall again.
"Ah. That explains all the banging. And the warm water." You chuckled as you went over to sit next to him while he worked. You sipped on the water but the warmth of it was a little unappetizing. Rocket, however, looked quite appealing with his legs spread apart as he worked.
Your pussy fluttering when he only grunted in confirmation before turning his concentration back to fixing the cooling system. You knew you were ruined now, unable to see him or anything he did as innocent. You sighed as your thoughts split open when he banged around the inside of the wall a bit, making your head pound slightly. You groaned knowing that it's not his fault. "Ugh, I'm never drinking again. Let's never do that again."
"What- get drunk?" You could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Yeah. I never want to do that again." You rubbed circles into your temples before dropping your hands to the ground and your head back against the metal wall.
He snickered lightly as he pulled himself out and reached for a different tool, his hand patting yours on his way back into the open panel. "Sure, you don't."
All of the warmth and sensations from the night before came rushing back, making you squeeze your thighs together. It was just a brief touch, a touch that happened probably dozens of times, but it made new and different memories surface instantly.
You took a deep breathe, deciding to tackle the conversation head on. "The sex was fun, though."
He was startled into sitting up and let out a sharp grunt when he jammed his head on the inside of the ship. "Uh... what?" He pushed himself out and sat up with his legs splayed open, one laid against the floor and the other bent with his boot on the ground. He hung his arm off of his knee, his fingers rotating the tool in his hand anxiously as he gazed at you with a raised brow.
You shifted your gaze away from him and tilted your head. You hadn't considered whether he remembered anything or not and now you were kind of regretting tackling the topic head on. "Oh... uh, you don't remember?" You chuckled nervously and forced yourself to look at him again. He looked at you incredulous and maybe a little bashful.
He cleared his throat and then turned his head away from you stiffly. "Nah, I remember. I just thought I'd save you from..." He trailed off, scratching behind his ear. From the memory of it.
"From... the embarrassment?" You asked with a sheepish smile.
He tilted his head up towards you slightly, looking at you from the corner of his narrowed eyes. "If you're embarrassed by having sex with- then- I get it. I shouldn't've asked for it."
You recoiled a bit, shaking your head roughly in disagreement. "What? No. No, not the sex." You felt a blush rushing to your cheeks. "Like I said, it was fun. I'd... do it again. With you."
He squinted his eyes at you skeptically. "Uh huh. I'll be sure to stock up with beer on the next planet we get to." He started picking through the tools scattered around, clearly just trying to seem busy and not totally into the current conversation. The way he said it was obviously so sarcastic, but you couldn't help the hopeful flare in your chest at the thought of him being open to having sex with you again. But if he had to be drunk to do it... Well. That made it less enticing.
"Sure. But actually, I'd do it again... sober." You worried your bottom lip and avoided his gaze when he swiveled his head around to look at you.
"Is that right?" He was gazing at you with a hint of wonder under his raised brow, albiet he was still skeptical.
"Mhm." You nodded your head in affirmation, finally meeting his gaze.
He stared at you for a second before rolling his eyes with a shake of his head and he still had a sarcastic smirk. "Right. If it's not having sex with a mutt then what're you embarrassed for?"
You scoffed at his self-deprecation. "You're not a mutt!" You could've sworn that his eyes flashed and the fur on his throat moved when he swallowed at your reaction. "And well, because... I-" You felt your eyes watering a bit and you blinked it away before swallowing down the lump in your throat. "Because I- was crying after."
He gazed at you as a pained expression moved over his face. He hovered a hand over yours but seemly decided against making the landing as he curled his gloved fingers into a fist. "Don't got nothing to be embarrassed about, doll. Trust me, I get it."
You sniffled and wiped at your nose a bit with your sleeve. You played with the bag of water as you spoke. "I know. You're the only one who does know exactly what I'm going through."
"Hm." He hummed with his rough voice as he relaxed against the wall next to you.
You glanced at him with a sharp glare. "Don't call yourself a mutt."
He didn't say anything but you watched his eyes bounce between you and the floor a few times, his brow frowned deeply.
Having sex with Rocket had been... comforting. It filled that space in your chest, just for a few minutes, that had been growing since Thanos. You weren't sure that he felt quite the same though, he seemed nonchalant about it. You fidgeted with your fingers after setting the hydration pack down on the floor, it's unappetizing nature was making you treat as nothing more than a prop at that point. "Do you want to? Have sex again, I mean. With me?"
He shrugged and scratched behind his ear. "Uh. Sure, why not? Gonna need a lot more booze."
You stared at him with your mouth gaping open and closed. What? "Oh... I see." You pursed your lips together and struggled to keep your face neutral. You did your best to hide your insecurity behind a playful smile. "I was... that bad, huh?"
Rocket did a double take towards you, giving you the same incredulous look from before. "What? No! Just thought the drinks could add to the fun. You were fine. Good, even."
Fine? You recalled him saying that it was hot afterwards. You felt the need to turn up the heat a bit and you were hoping you didn't scare him off. "Good, huh? Would you say that I was... a good girl?"
He stared at you for a solid three seconds before his startled expression melted into something sultry. "Yeah, doll. A real good girl."
You blushed with a sheepish smile. You weren't sure what you expected him to say but you liked the look he was giving you. You begrudgingly finished off the water you had before you sighed and stood up to dust off your pants. You felt Rocket's eyes following you as you walked over and grabbed another warm hydration pack. "I'm gonna hang out on the flight deck. I didn't mean to distract you."
"Okay." He just shook his head before laying down and sliding back into the wall to finish the repair. "You're fine. I'll see you up there once I'm done."
You grabbed a holopad and made your way to the flight deck, settling into the copilot's chair with a sigh. Whatever came next for your friendship with Rocket would have to wait. For now.
--
He did, in fact, join you on the flight deck when he finished the repair. He adjusted his scarf around his neck as he stood between the pilot chairs. The Benatar was stationary and there was no plan to move it. Not until there's a reason to go planetside or until someone calls on the only guardians left to help with something. Rocket loved the flight deck and insisted that it was the best view of space. The more time you spent there, the more you agreed. Although, you were focused on a much different view.
Rocket.
You had spent a lot of time there with Rocket. Nebula didn't enjoy flying the ship as much as the two of you, and she was usually buried in the armory. Your conversation with him ranged from talking about the past before Thanos but never really talking about the loss, to talking about the Avengers, to talking about what's next in the future. Never once did it turn sexual. Guess there really is a first for everything.
"Frikin' finally. Done. Refrigerator's up and running again." He turned towards you, then jerked his head towards the show that was playing on your holopad. "What're ya watching?"
"A random raunchy romance movie." You shrugged.
"Oh yeah? Hoping to recreate some of the scenes?" He gave you a knowing smirk as he snickered.
"Maybe." You let out a bit of a bashful chuckle before lifting the bag of water to take a long drink from it. Rocket held a smirk on his face as he watched your mouth suckle around the bag. You finished the water, tilting your head back to gather the last drops. You felt his gaze rake over your neck and when you relaxed again, he swiftly grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger.
You felt a blush crawling up your skin when you realized that he was checking out the marks he'd left on you. He turned your head to get a better look at the skin of your throat. He clicked his tongue and let go of your chin to run his knuckle down your throat gently. "Should've been more careful with you, huh? Didn't know you bruised so easily. You humies are so soft."
"You don't have to." You shivered from his touch, letting out a shaky breath. He was clearly having fun teasing you and you couldn't tell if he was being serious. It was like he still didn't believe you when you'd said that you would have sex with him again, sober. But you were being serious so you spoke before you could stop yourself. "I-I liked it. A lot."
"Oh? You gonna be a good girl and take whatever I give you?" It felt less like a real question and more like he was mocking you. Or mocking himself. With the way he was grinning at you and tilted his head with a teasing look in his eyes, you knew that you were screwed. You wanted that so bad and now he had an idea of just how bad you wanted it, but he didn't take you seriously. You didn't think that he was expecting any kind of confirmation from you because his smirk faltered and nearly fell from his face when you responded.
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Juuust think about vol. 3 Rocket crushing hard on reader who works a little shop that sells Cosmo's favorite treats and Rocket's fizzy milk.
Thinking about how vol. 3 Rocket just can't cope with his feelings so he shoves them down, but finds every reason to pass by your stall if he's not buying from it.
Also thinking about eidos Rocket somehow ending up in the marvel universe and on Knowhere, meeting vol. 3 Rocket when people start to get them confused 'why the flark are you calling me captain?'
Vol. 3 Rocket stopping by your shop with eidos Rocket to grab a fizzy milk so he can focus better on how to get him back to his own universe
Except now, eidos Rocket won't stop asking about you. Mainly because vol. 3 Rocket won't stop talking about you
Juuust thinking about how these two would come together to seduce you. They'd talk about sharing you like you're the fizzy milk they love so much
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I couldn't help myself... I had to make my first post about smut, I'm (not) sorry! This will be a short series. I'll also post this to my ao3 account!
Warnings: heavy smut, prostitution, mentions of bondage, fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex. Let me know if I missed anything! It's also a little fluffy x)
Summary: sex work wasn't so bad... right? Rocket thinks otherwise. And he's gonna prove it to you.
NSFW Below 18+ ONLY! ♤
Being a working girl at a brothel in space wasn't so bad. You got free food... as long as you make one sale per meal. You got your own free room... in the basement. And you get to pick your own schedule... as long as it works around whatever clients you had that day.
Yeah. Not so bad.
Contraxia was always lively, always bringing in new and different people. Some were nice enough, but most knew exactly what they wanted and didn't stray away from that. It was just rough sex for an extra fee, or regular sex and then they would leave. Some wanted you to talk dirty, others just wanted you to lie there quietly. No one ever wanted to cuddle or talk afterwards, and you were okay with that. You never had to worry about seeing them again.
Not so bad.
You never had to see them again. All except one, your only regular. He usually came to you tense and even angry sometimes, but he always left satisfied. He was gruff with glimpses of a softer side. He'd always leave claw and bite marks decorating your skin by the end of the night, always willing to pay the extra 'rough' fee. He would hold you for only a minute or two on nights that he was particularly rough with you. He was a talker during sex, a filthy dirty talker. But he rarely stayed to talk afterwards, and he never cuddled while he talked. You knew that he was part of The Guardians of the Galaxy and that a lot of his missions left him high-strung, and that's about all he ever shared. And that his favorite color was pink.
It's not so bad.
With Rocket.
You brushed through your hair and you smiled at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Rocket was scheduled to be there any minute, and you actually felt excited. You were never excited for the random clients that came throughout the days and nights, only slightly nervous about the unknown that came with them.
But with Rocket... it was different. Sure, he was rough but you always felt so good with him. He always left you looking forward to the next time he booked an hour with you. Occasionally, he'd book two hours with you and those nights always felt so long but so short at the same time. On those nights, he'd stay with you for a few minutes before leaving you with a kiss on your forehead and a promise for 'next time.'
You viewed yourself in the mirror and ran your fingers over the light finger-shaped bruises along your neck. A couple days prior, someone had requested the 'bondage' package and it left more than a few bruises all over your legs and arms. It was a good thing that the marks were faded, you liked being a 'clean slate' for Rocket.
You jumped slightly when you heard a knock at the room door. You took one last look in the mirror, soothing down your hair and pink see-through lingerie cover with just a matching bra and panty underneath. You quickly crossed the room from the bathroom to the door and peered at the screen that showed a camera feed of the hallway outside of your room, making sure it really was who you thought it was.
Rocket stood there facing the door with his fur-covered arms crossed and one of his boots tapped impatiently. You smiled as you pressed the release button on the screen and the door hissed as it slid open. His gaze trailed up from your exposed legs, over your pink lingerie, and landed on your face. He showed his fangs with a smirk before uncrossing his arms and walking into the room when you stepped aside. "Hi, Rocket."
The door closed behind him and he whistled softly at you. "All pink, sweetheart?"
You played with the fluffy bottom of the lingerie cover as you felt embarrassment crawling up your skin. "W-Well, yeah. You mentioned a while ago that your favorite color is pink. So I just thought..."
He chuckled lightly when you trailed off and he raised his hands to cup your hips, playing with the straps of your panties. "Oh, 's for me, huh?"
"Yes, Rocket, all for you." You sighed out as he dragged his claws down your hips and along your bare cheeks.
"Mhm. That's what I like to hear." A shock of pleasure rolled up your thigh when he leaned forward and nipped at your inner thigh. He licked at the spot soothingly before a flash of lights passed over the room briefly and you stepped away from him.
"Oh, just one second." You walked over to the large windows and started to close the curtains, shielding the room from the view of the streets below. You heard him unhook and drop his gun holster onto the chair in front of the bed. Rocket then began removing his boots while he stood at the end of the bed.
With the curtains completely closed, you turned around to face him again. He was bent over, one boot in his hand and the other pulling out the box of sex toys and bondage from underneath the bed. He eyed you with a raised brow as you slowly stepped closer to him. He pulled off his other boot, throwing the pair to the side as he spoke. "You got filthy secrets, doll. What's all this?"
"Oh, um... it's part of the 'bondage' package. We can try it, if you want. Don't worry, everything is cleaned and sanitized after each use." You sat on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs as you watched him dig through the box. You regretfully admitted to him that it would be an extra cost.
He nodded in understanding and smirked as he held up a black leathered paddle. "Hm? You interested?" He also held up a pair of handcuffs that were linked together with a chain of energy. The cuffs stretched when moved slowly but locked in place when pulled roughly, almost like a seat belt in a car. His expression grew dark and almost hungry. He lifted your chin with the paddle when you failed to answer his previous question. "What d'you say?"
You huffed out an excited chuckle. The feeling in your chest caught you off guard. You were used to being anxious when someone requested this specific package, not excited. You nodded an affirmative, "Okay... if that's what you want."
He raised a brow at you, his smirk faltering. "Sweetheart, you know me. I won't do anything you ain't comfortable with."
You sighed and gave him a smile with the rehearsed line that you gave so many others. "I'm yours for tonight. You can do whatever you want with me. I want whatever you want."
He set his snout in a neutral expression as he nodded in understanding. "Hm. Right." He pulled the paddle away from you and set it on the bed next to you. He weighed the hand cuffs in his hands in consideration. He seemed to have made up his mind and he gently grabbed your wrist with one hand. His other hand opened up one of the cuffs, bringing it to your wrist. "What's your safe word?"
"Uh... I don't... have one?" You tilted your head at him.
Rocket recoiled and stepped away from you completely. He looked from you to the hand cuffs and then back to you again before narrowing his eyes. "You telling me people tie you up, and you don't got a safe word?"
You remembered asking the head of the brothel about safe words and he was seething at you for even mentioning it. You shrugged with your lips pursed tightly. "We're not allowed to have safe words."
"What!?" His ears flattened against his head and he bared his teeth in a snarl. He tossed the hand cuffs back into the box as if they had burned him.
You shook your head with a puff of air leaving your lungs. "Rocket, you're paying. I can't say no."
That seemed to only make him more angry as his face formed a scowl and he curled his hands into fists. "Who told you that?"
"What? It just... makes sense." You uncrossed your legs anxiously and glanced at him. He was shaking his head as if he didn't believe you.
"Who told you that?" He had started to pace back and forth in front of you and you couldn't help but feel small under his scrutiny.
You hesitated for a couple seconds, staring down at the floor. He slowed to a stop and placed his hands on your knees. He repeated his question, albiet a tiny bit softer when he recognized a look of fear on your face. You sighed out slowly before whispering, "My boss. The- the head master."
You were startled into looking at him again when he let out a rageful growl. He grabbed the paddle from the bed, put it back into the box and shoved the box as far as he could under the bed.
He brought his attention to you and he cupped your face with both of his hands. "You always got a choice. With me, okay? You can always say no to me."
You felt tears stinging behind your eyes from his intensity. All those years of being handled, tossed, and used; it never bothered you. You didn't want to pay attention to the bad side of selling yourself because it's not so bad. The good outweighed the bad... right? That was how you felt before you met Rocket, before he'd made that very first appointment. From that point onward, every other client paled in comparison and you learned to tune everything out. You were just waiting for the next time you could see Rocket again. To fill that hole in your chest, and in your pants, even if it was only for a couple hours at best.
Not so bad...
You hadn't registered the tears that fell from your eyes until Rocket swiped them away with his thumbs. His warm eyes raked over your face before he sighed and reached into one of his pouches. "Been meaning to give you something. Here."
You blinked away the remaining tears so that you could clearly see what he had in his hand. He reached out with a small communicator and he opened your hand to place it in your palm. "Anyone touches you in a way you don't want? You call me."
You gaped down at the device in your hand as he curled your fingers around it. "Rocket... I can't."
"Yeah, you can-"
You felt a sob forming in your throat, trying to shove the communicator into his hands. "No, I can't! If they find this a-and find out why I have it-"
"You call me." He used his strength that you suspected that he had but you hadn't felt the full force of until that moment when he clasped your hands together with the communicator between your palms. "Just press this button and I'll know. I'll be here."
You looked at the communicator as he pointed to a specific button. You looked up at him, stared into his eyes and he gazed back, searching for any more doubt in your orbs. You released a shaky breath that you didn't realize you were holding in. "O-okay... Thank you, Rocket."
He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head, showing a sliver of his softer side. "Don't thank me. Just use the damn device."
Not so bad... right?
You nodded and set the communicator down to the side. He pushed you back on the bed gently, you moved to lie fully on the bed and he crawled to hover over you.
"Still got an hour and a half." He said with the same smirk that he wore earlier, but this time it had less bite to it. He seemed a bit... distant. Sad, even. For you, probably.
You wanted to make him forget all about that. "Don't feel bad for me. I chose this life."
He scoffed and his smirk settled into a snarl. "Don't gotta keep choosing it. Told you, you always got a choice."
But then I wouldn't see you anymore. You decided to keep that to yourself. You sighed softly as you felt his knee settled against the core of your panties, his hands smoothed over your stomach, and his lips pressed a line of kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. You arched your back and started to grind against his thigh slowly.
He huffed out a short grunt in response and his hands pulled the pink lingerie cover off and away from your body, leaving you in just the matching bra and panties. "All this pink, just for me? 'Cause I mentioned it one time?"
"Mhm... Y-yes." You stuttered out a moan when he licked a stripe across one of the mounds of your breasts. He kissed along the cup of the bra before moving it to the side, and he pressed the flat of his tongue onto your nipple. Your hips moved in circles against his leg and he shifted so that his knee was pressed right into your clit. Your hips stuttered as he continued to lavish your breast with his tongue. He used his other hand to pinch and roll your other nipple lightly.
"Yeah, that's it." His breath fanned over your skin as he whispered filthy things. "Fuck yourself on my leg. And don't stop 'til I tell you to. All this, for me." He was repeating it like he was trying to convince himself to believe it.
You panted and moaned softly as you twisted your fingers into the sheets on the bed. He was doing one of his two usual techniques, getting you all worked up but never letting you come until the very end. His other technique was making you come as many times as possible. He seemed the most interested in the former in that moment. When words started falling from your mouth, He looked at you with lidded eyes and slowed down his assault on your chest, causing your hips to still for a moment.
"You know, Rocket... no one ever pays so much attention to my body, to what makes me feel good. You're the only one who comes to see me often. I just want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. So yes, all this pink just for you." Your chest heaved up and down a bit, and he pulled his lips away from your skin slowly.
He gazed at you and huffed with a smirk. "Yeah, sweet thing. You do make me feel real good. Don't worry about a thing." Then he raised a brow at you and pinched your nipple extra hard, making you gasp and arch into his touch. "Now, I didn't tell you to stop. I'll step back and make you do it yourself while I just watch. 'S that what you want?"
He was so mean sometimes. Even when he was mean, there was playfulness in his words and actions. You shook your head at his question and started moving your hips again.
"Good girl. You're always so good for me. Practically begging to please me." He switched over to your other breast, giving that nipple the same attention with his mouth. He palmed your other boob, rolling your hard nipple against his rough palm while his mouth continued the onslaught. He used his tongue to flick your hard nipple before sucking it between his lips. Your hips moved back and forth faster against his knee when he nipped at your nipple and lapped his tongue over it incessantly.
You could feel an intense warmth building low in your gut as your clit twitched against his knee with every pass of your hips. "F-fuck... Rocket, I want to come!"
"Stop moving, doll." He chuckled darkly before pulling away from you completely, removing his hands and his knee as he sat back on his feet. He pressed a hand on your stomach, and he tapped a finger against your skin twice. He smirked as he gazed down at the wet spot on your panties. "So needy." He slid his hand down to press his thumb just below your clit. You could feel the throbbing that was running through your lower half, and you knew that he could feel it too when his smirk grew dark once again.
He ran his thumb up and down your wet slit over your panties. "You wanna come, sweetheart? What d'you say? C'mon, ask me nicely."
"Please! Rocket, please! Please let me c-come!" You struggled to keep your hips still and flat against the bed, but he told you to stop moving. So you did your best, even when he started moving his thumb faster over your covered slit.
"Yeah? 'S that the best you got? Beg me." He bent forward to nip, kiss, and lick all over your hips and just above the mound of your pussy. He paused abruptly and you whined before he roughly pulled the pink panties to the side. He passed his fingers over your wet folds and then pushed them inside of you, holding them there. "Beg me to let you come and I just might."
You huffed out a gasp, throwing your head back and tried to move your hips against his fingers. He tsked at you, holding your hips still with a hand on your stomach right above your mound. "R-Rocket... Can I please come? Please- I- I'll be good, I p-promise!"
"Oh, yeah? You gonna be good for me? Tell me." He slowly dragged his fingers out and just as slowly plunged them back in. "Say you're gonna be a good girl for me."
"I will! I'm g-going to be a good girl, just for you, Rocket! Please!" You felt like you were sobbing in desperation at that point, and he hummed in appreciation as he picked up the speed of his fingers thrusting inside of you.
"That's more like it. You are a good girl." His fingers pushed in and out of you, with a slight twist to his wrist. He used his other hand to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles against it. A squelching sound rang through the air as your orgasm grew near at a fast rate. He sighed out a groan and his resolve seemed to have been shaken when he leaned down to replace his thumb with his mouth. He flattened his tongue and wrapped his lips around your clit before sucking harshly, his fingers still working away at your insides.
A loud moan flew from your lips as your back bowed against the bed. Your fingers and toes curled into the bed sheets before you nearly fell over the edge of pleasure. "W-wait! Rocket, I'm really close-!"
His eyes shot open and he pulled away quickly, a strand of his saliva and your juices mixed and clung to his lips. He completely removed himself from you, wiping his mouth on the back his hand. "That's good, doll. I told you on our first go of it, the first appointment, to tell me when you're gonna come. You done it everytime." He pressed a kiss to each of your thighs. Then he left the bed and walked to the chair that was positioned in front of the bed.
He moved his gun holster to the floor, and he sat relaxed in the chair before beckoning you over with a wave of his hand. "C'mere."
You made your way off the bed and to the floor, crawling to the edge of the chair. You gazed up at him from in between his legs as he took off his jumpsuit, rolling the fabric down to his hips. "Always so eager, when you listen like that." His fur was fluttering under the air coming from his mouth as he looked down at you. He reached into his suit and pulled his dick free, which was leaking a drop of precum.
"Give it a taste, sweetheart." He pointed the tip towards you and you leaned in with a generous lick from the base to the tip, following the trail of wetness. You lapped at the underside of his dick, planting open-mouthed kisses.
He sighed and ran a hand over your hair. You took his cock in your hand and stroked it smoothly while taking the tip into your mouth. You ran circles around it with your tongue. He sighed again, relaxing more in the chair while he watched you with lidded eyes. You flattened your tongue around his shaft as you took him deep into your throat. His fur tickled your nose and he let out a quiet groan before curling his fist in your hair. He gently guided your head up and down on his shaft and you made sure to suck roughly on your way up.
The longer you went, the more his hips rock up into your mouth. He gripped the sides of your head, keeping you still, and he propped his feet on the chair to fully thrust past your lips. He was panting openly with groans escaping occasionally. He released your head but you kept going, sucking halfway up and down his shaft while stroking the rest with a twist of your wrist. He huffed and gently pushed you off of him. He stroked himself from tip to base over and over again as he cupped your chin, swiping some saliving from the side of your mouth and thumbing it past your lips.
Your tongue brushed along his thumb before you closed your mouth around his finger and sucked. He groaned and he sped up his stroking, his hips lifting off the chair. "Fuck... You got me all wound up, pretty. Won't last long." He got up from the chair and gestured for you sit where he'd been the second before. You did so and he pushed your legs apart and up against your chest, then he climbed up to press his knees into the seat of the chair. He kneeled in front of you and trailed the tip of his cock up and down between your moist pussy lips.
You moaned softly when he finally pushed past your opening. You were bent in half, making his dick hit spots deeper inside of you. He moaned into your neck once his fur-covered hips pressed against your skin fully. You sighed as he pressed heated kisses to your skin and then you felt him smirk. He spoke in a gruff voice, "Beg me."
You groaned in pent-up frustration. "Rocket! That's so mean... Please, just fuck me! Please, please, please- I've been a good girl, remember?"
He chuckled harshly before pulling his cock out almost all the way. "Oh... I remember." He thrusted back into you sharply and then pulled out slowly. "You're always a good girl." Another sharp thrust forward and he pulled out again. "For me, right?" He thrusted sharply into you and held his position inside of you, waiting for you to respond. "Say it."
Your mind was swirling with pleasure and you had to force your awareness to the front of your brain. You gripped the chair cushion beneath you and moaned out every word, "I'm always a good girl for you, Rocket. Just for you!"
His fangs flashed in the low lighting when he smirked, satisfied with your words as he finally, finally slapped his hips continuously against you. He roughly set a quick pace, his heavy breaths and grunts signaling his fast approaching climax. "That's right. You are."
He reached down and thumbed at your clit while he angled himself to suck on your nipple. The delay of your pleasure over the last hour and a half made your orgasm come flooding forward. His attention to your breast and your clit, along with his thrusts, made your orgasm hit you with full force.
"Now, keep being my good girl and come for me."
You gasped out and moaned loudly as you arched your back and embraced the pleasure riding through your body.
He rutted erratic thrusts against you as he felt your silky walls fluttering tightly around his shaft. "Fuck- I'm gonna-!" His fur was becoming coated in your mess and he shuddered with a deep groan leaving his throat. He clamped his teeth down onto the fat of your breast, enough to leave marks but not enough to draw blood. He released your breast and tucked his face against your neck. His thrusts slowed to a stop as his orgasm rocked through him and his spunk flowed inside of you.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment to catch your breath. After a minute or two, he cleared his throat, "I'll pay extra for coming inside you."
You chuckled dryly, "Don't worry about it. Makes for easy clean-up."
He was quiet for a moment before he pulled away from your neck just enough to meet your gaze. "What's your split? How much you getting paid?"
You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, with a frowned brow. "I- Rocket, I can't talk about that."
He huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fine." You gasped softly when he pulled out of you and he hopped off the chair. He wiped himself down with a tissue before tucking himself away, and he put his jumpsuit back on as he spoke, "How much do you get from my visits? You can tell me that much."
You curled up in the chair, shifting your eyes away from his gaze. "Um... 300 units."
His brow frowned so deeply that you couldn't even make out his eyes in the poor lighting. He was still for only a second but his voice gave away how furious he was. "What?! That's 30 percent of what I pay!" He whirled around as he raised his curled fists above his head and threw them down before turning to you again. "D'you get the fees?"
You shook your head "no." Rocket released another deep growl and then he started pacing back and forth again. You suspected that the pacing was too keep himself from ripping the bed sheets to shreds out of pure anger. You could hear him grumbling to himself, "Can't frikin' believe this... fuck!"
You spoke up, although a bit weakly. "This is why we can't talk about the behind-the-scenes stuff. It breaks the illusion."
He was shaking his head as he reattached his gun holsters to his belt. "Fuck the illusion!" He snapped his teeth together before running a hand over his chin.
"It's really not so bad." You said meekly.
He only gave you a look of exasperation in response. He walked up to you, you were still curled up in the chair, and he placed a hand on your knee. "Come with me."
Your eyes widened, your response leaving your lips in a puff of air. "What?"
He opened his hand to you, his palm moving from your knee to face up. His eyes were just as wide as yours, filled with concern but firm.
