#rocket fluff

warnings: clingy boyfriend, overthinking, lots of face kisses, soft reassurance, no explicit content

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you hadn’t even realized you were being distant.

the day just… happened.

you were on your phone more than usual.

in your head.

answering things shortly without meaning to.

rocket noticed immediately.

he always did.

at first he brushed it off.

maybe you were tired.

then you didn’t sit next to him during lunch like you usually did.

then you didn’t lean into him when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

you didn’t pull away either.

you just… didn’t notice.

by the time evening rolled around, he was fully convinced he’d done something wrong.

he replayed the last two days in his head while pretending to watch a movie in the living room.

what did he say?

did he forget something?

did he miss a text?

he hated the quiet feeling in his chest.

when he heard your footsteps coming down the hall, he sat up slightly.

okay. this is it.

you walked into the living room, soft hoodie on, hair a little messy.

his face immediately lit up.

there she is.

he shifted, patting the spot next to him on the couch casually, trying not to look too eager.

you glanced at him.

smiled.

and then…

sat on the opposite couch.

his smile froze.

oh.

you didn’t even think about it — just curled your legs under you and looked at the screen.

rocket stared at you for a full five seconds.

that’s when he decided he couldn’t take it anymore.

he paused the movie.

you looked over. “why’d you pause it?”

he didn’t answer.

instead, he stood up, walked over to you, and before you could process what was happening —

he grabbed your face gently and started kissing you.

your cheek.

your temple.

your forehead.

“hey— what are you doing—” you burst into giggles as he kept going.

“are you mad at me?” he mumbled between kisses.

another kiss to your other cheek.

“what? no!”

“i’m sorry.”

kiss.

“for what?”

“i don’t know.”

kiss.

you were laughing so hard you had to grab his wrists.

“rocket— stop—”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, hands still cupping your face.

his brows were slightly furrowed.

“you’ve been distant all day.”

you blinked.

“…i have?”

“yeah.” he looked almost offended. “you didn’t sit next to me. you didn’t hug me back earlier.”

your heart melted instantly.

“baby,” you said softly, still smiling from laughing. “i wasn’t mad at you.”

“then why are you over here?” he gestured dramatically to the couch.

“i just sat down.”

“not near me.”

you couldn’t help it — you laughed again.

he frowned slightly.

“it’s not funny.”

“it is a little funny.”

he leaned in and pressed one more kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“come sit in my lap.”

not a request.

a clingy little demand.

you tilted your head. “or what?”

he wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged lightly.

“or i’m not finishing the movie.”

dramatic.

you let him pull you up, and he immediately sat back down on the main couch with you settling onto his lap.

the second you were there, his arms locked around you tight.

like he was securing something fragile.

he buried his face in your neck.

“don’t do that again.”

“do what?”

“be distant.”

you softened completely, running your fingers through his hair.

“i didn’t mean to.”

he hummed against your skin.

after a second, he tilted his head up slightly.

“promise you’re not mad?”

you leaned down and kissed him properly this time — slow, warm, reassuring.

“promise.”

his shoulders finally relaxed.

he pressed his forehead against yours.

“okay. good.”

you shifted slightly in his lap and he tightened his arms immediately.

“don’t move,” he mumbled.

you smiled, resting your head against his.

the movie stayed paused for another ten minutes while he just held you.

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Summary: rocket gets a little too touchy in front of Marlon!

Parring: streamer!reader x rocket

Note:super rushed! Don’t really like how it turned out, and ending is not the greatest but anyways hope you guys like it!

You and rocket have been dating for a while it’s no secret, especially to Marlon so when he invited you to come on stream today he was a bit hesitant.

╰₊✧ Rocket Raccoon x Fem!Reader

╰₊✧ Synopsis: Cuddling and rain

╰₊✧ What's in the web: fluff, reader is a red panda for two reasons: 1 for me and 2 because i hyper fixated on red pandas for a bit ○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

PART 2

Small hands run across soft fur, attempting to hold on to her as he turns onto his side to grab his tablet. They've been asleep for a few hours now, and he doesn't want to ruin it. He checks the time and knows they've got two hours before they get to the designated spot.

It's a mission he doesn't really like, yet the money is worth it. He places the tablet back onto the nightstand before his hands land on her dark fur. Suddenly, he hears small taps, one by one by one, and then comes more, rain. It's raining.

He hadn't heard rain in a while, and it reminded him of something. On the planet Tangle, where they are, it rarely rains. He doesn't want to wake you up, but he wishes he does so he can show you this rare phenomenon. He closes his eyes before looking down to stare at you, a large fluffy red face and whiskers he gently plays with.

He loves how your large tail is, wrapped around his leg and enormous paws that are placed on his chest. Despite your large features, you're still quite smaller than him, and he finds that adorable. All while he admires you, he suddenly feels you shift, your eyes opening to reveal black, beady eyes. He smiles when he hears you groan into his arm. You momentarily close your eyes before looking at him.

"How long...?" you murmur while he chuckles at the question that is barely a question at all.

"Two hours until the mission." He responds, his voice soft, yet the raspiness of his voice lingers. He sees your ears move before you speak.

"It's raining?"

"Yeah, on Tangle, rain is rare here."

"Oh! That's really cool."

He almost laughs at how the conversation ended, but you're still tired, so he'll let it go. He feels you snuggle up into his chest, inviting him back to sleep, and, of course, he takes it. Turning his body so that you lay on his chest while he's on his back, his hand wrapping around your waist before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Thanks for the request!

Pairing: Rocket X male!reader

Warning: fluff

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ROCKET HAVING A SOFT SPOT FOR YOU:

Everyone knows that Rocket has an attitude problem and it's pretty much rude to anyone;

But you are an exception;

And no one saw that coming, but the way Rocket treats you is incredible;

First of all, he is so protective;

No matter if you are fighting against someone, simply walking in a potential dangerous place or having some sort of contact with people he do not trust, Rocket keeps an eye on you;

The whole squad loves you and makes sure you're safe, but Rocket also tends to avenge you anytime someone hurts you during a fight;

He easily loses his patience;

"Fuck, I'm bleeding."

"Who the hell hurt him? Show yourself, filthy bastard, I just want to talk."

Of course, you know he just wants to protect you, even if it means exposing himself to the danger;

Rocket loves when you're happy;

Your smile is a blessing to him;

And even if he doesn't like showing how much of a soft spots he has for you, it is pretty clear;

"Rocket, why don't you admit it? You like y/n, you literally have feelings for him!"

"Nah, shut up Peter."

For as much as he tries to hide, everyone knows;

Maybe it's because Rocket makes sure to do anything in his power to see you happy;

He let you take the command of the ship, teaching you how to fly;

He let you organise the missions with him;

He let you use his guns;

He also let you convince him that stealing people's body parts is wrong;

"Rocket, you don't need that man's hand and you know that."

"Fine, boy, but we're missing all the fun here."

You can't help but laugh and he loves when he makes you laugh;

Rocket is also very concerned when you're sad;

He feels powerless and would do anything to change your bad mood;

"Hey, boy, what's wrong?"

He genuinely cares about you and wants to know what makes you upset;

He listens and emphasises with you deeply, at the point that he is sad too when you are;

You know Rocket has feelings for you;

As much as you know that he'll never summon up enough courage to confess that to you;

So you do it;

The way Rocket's face lights up when you tell him is simply priceless for you;

"You l-love me?"

You never heard him stutter before, and that's a confirmation of how much he is into you;

It takes a moment to him to process what is happening before feeling finally happy after years;

warnings: nsfw, explicit sexual content, sneaking in at night, roommate risk, semi-public/being-quiet kink, needy behavior, teasing, grinding, oral buildup, penetrative sex, dirty talk, & light dom energy

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the house is dead silent at 1 am, the kind of quiet that presses in on you like a weight, broken only by the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen downstairs and the occasional creak of the old wooden floors settling. marlon’s place—well, their place, since rocket moved in a few months back to make filming easier—is one of those cramped two-story rentals on the edge of the city, with thin walls and doors that never quite latch right. the streetlights outside filter through the blinds in rocket’s room, casting long, slanted shadows across the messy bed, the scattered camera gear on the desk, and the posters of indie bands peeling at the edges.

you’d been blowing up his phone all night—texts starting innocent like “miss u, when’s marlon crashing?” but escalating quick to “need u so bad rn, please come over” with a string of thirsty emojis that made him text back “can’t, marlon’s still up editing clips. he’ll hear me leave.” but you couldn’t wait. the ache had been building since that afternoon stream where you watched him in the background, tall and lanky in his black hoodie, curls falling over his eyes as he adjusted the camera angle for marlon’s chaotic rant. something about seeing him like that—quiet, focused, but with that soft smile when marlon cracked a joke—had you restless, touching yourself under the covers but stopping because it wasn’t him.

so you showed up anyway, parking a block away and texting “outside ur window. let me in?” from the shadows of the backyard. rocket’s face appeared in the upstairs window a minute later, pale and wide-eyed, mouthing “what the fuck?” but he snuck down anyway—barefoot, in those gray sweats that hang low on his hips and a faded band tee, creeping through the back door like a thief in his own house. “marlon’s asleep in the living room,” he whispered, voice low and urgent, grabbing your hand and pulling you inside quick. “he passed out on the couch mid-edit. if he wakes up…”

you didn’t let him finish, already pressing close in the dark kitchen, the cool tile under your feet contrasting the heat building between you. “i’ll be quiet,” you promised, but even then your voice was breathy, hands sliding up his chest. he shushed you with a finger to his lips, leading you up the stairs—each step a careful, agonizing test to avoid the creaky spots he knew by heart. his room was at the end of the hall, past marlon’s closed door, and when he finally eased the door shut behind you both, locking it with a soft click, the tension snapped like a rubber band.

you were on him immediately, backing him against the door, hands everywhere—fingers threading through his messy curls, tugging just enough to make him exhale sharp. your lips found his jaw first, soft and insistent, trailing kisses down the line of his neck, over the faint stubble that scratched against your mouth. “god, i missed you,” you murmured into his skin, voice muffled as you nipped at his collarbone, hands roaming lower to palm him through those thin sweats. he was already half-hard, twitching under your touch, and the way he sucked in a breath made you grin against his throat.

“fuck—wait,” he whispered, but his hands betrayed him, sliding up your sides under your shirt, thumbs brushing the underside of your bra. you ignored the hesitation, kissing his face all over—cheeks, eyelids, the bridge of his nose, then capturing his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss that had him groaning low into it. your palm pressed firmer against his cock, stroking through the fabric in slow, teasing circles, feeling him thicken and throb. “please, rocket,” you begged between kisses, voice a whine already, “need you to fuck me. been thinking about it all day—your hands, your mouth, this—” you squeezed gently, and he bucked into your hand with a choked sound.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and hooded in the dim light, cheeks flushed under the mess of curls falling over his forehead. “marlon’s right downstairs,” he said, voice rough but steady, that quiet confidence slipping in like it always does when things heat up. “he’s a light sleeper. if he hears us…”

“i’ll be quiet,” you promised again, desperate, grinding against his thigh for friction. “please—i need it so bad. just fuck me quiet.”

he hesitated for one long second, glancing at the door like marlon might burst in any moment, then nodded—slow, decisive. “okay,” he murmured, hands moving to your waist, guiding you backward toward the bed. “but you gotta be quiet. no sounds. bite the pillow if you have to.”

the bed creaked faintly as you both tumbled onto it, rocket hovering over you, his tall frame caging you in. he kissed you hard then—deep, consuming, tongue sliding against yours while his hands worked your clothes off. your shirt went first, tossed to the floor, then your shorts and panties in one smooth tug, leaving you bare under him. he sat back on his heels for a moment, just looking—eyes raking over your body in the low light, cock straining obvious against his sweats now. “so fucking pretty,” he whispered, voice low and controlled, pulling his tee over his head and shoving his sweats down just enough to free himself.

he was hard, flushed dark at the tip, precome beading already as he settled between your thighs. you reached for him, but he caught your wrists gently, pinning them above your head with one hand. “slow,” he said, smirking a little—that rare, teasing edge he gets when he’s in control. “wanna make you wait for it.”

you bit your lip to stifle a whine, nodding frantically as he released your hands and slid down your body. his mouth found your neck again, sucking lightly, then lower—kissing between your breasts, tongue flicking over a nipple until you arched, a tiny gasp escaping. “shh,” he warned, breath hot against your skin, hand clamping gently over your mouth for a second. “quiet, remember?”

you nodded, eyes pleading, and he moved lower still—kisses trailing over your stomach, hips, inner thighs. but he didn’t go where you wanted, just teasing close, breath ghosting over your core until you were squirming, thighs trembling. “rocket—please,” you whispered, voice barely audible, hands fisting the sheets.

he finally shifted up, cock heavy between your legs, and instead of thrusting in—he teased. the head of him pressed against your folds, sliding slow through the slick heat, up and down, coating himself in you. every pass nudged your clit, sending sparks up your spine, but he didn’t enter—just rubbed, deliberate and torturous, watching your face with that focused intensity. “feel that?” he murmured, voice steady, hips rocking in shallow motions. “so wet for me already. dripping all over my cock.”

you were a mess—whiny, yes, but trying so hard to keep it in. tiny, muffled whimpers slipped out despite your best efforts, hips bucking up to chase more friction, but he held you down with one hand on your thigh. “uh-uh,” he said softly, smirking again. “be good. stay quiet, and i’ll give you what you want.”

the teasing went on forever—or it felt like it. his cock gliding through your lips, parting them just enough to stretch the entrance without pushing in, the thick head catching on your clit over and over until you were shaking, tears pricking your eyes from the build-up. “please—inside,” you begged in a whisper, voice cracking, nails digging into his shoulders. “need you—fuck me—please—”

he groaned low at that—quiet, controlled—and finally, mercifully, lined up. “okay,” he breathed, pressing the tip in slow, inch by inch, stretching you open. the fullness made your eyes flutter shut, a soft moan building in your throat, but you swallowed it down, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood.

he bottomed out with a quiet exhale, forehead pressed to yours, holding still for a moment to let you adjust. “fuck—you’re tight,” he whispered, voice rough now, hips twitching like he was fighting not to move yet. then he started—slow at first, long strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, building a rhythm that had the bed creaking faintly under you.

you tried—god, you tried to be quiet. clamping a hand over your own mouth, burying your face in his shoulder, but the way he fucked you—deep, steady, grinding at the end of each thrust—pulled tiny sounds from you anyway. muffled whines, shaky breaths, the wet slap of skin on skin that seemed deafening in the silence. “shh—baby,” he murmured against your ear, not slowing down, “marlon’s gonna hear. bite down if you need to.”

you did—teeth sinking into his shoulder, stifling a cry as he picked up pace, fucking you harder now, the tension coiling tight in your core. his hand slid between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles, and that was it—you shattered, clenching around him hard, body arching as the orgasm ripped through you. you managed to keep it mostly silent—a choked gasp, trembling limbs—but a small, high whine escaped, echoing in the room.

rocket cursed under his breath, thrusting through it, his own rhythm faltering. “fuck—gonna come,” he whispered, burying deep one last time and spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan—quiet, but raw. he collapsed half on top of you, both of you panting, sweat-slick and tangled.

for a minute, it was just breathing—the house still silent, no footsteps from downstairs. he kissed your temple, pulling out slow, and you whimpered softly at the loss. “you okay?” he asked, voice back to that soft, shy tone now that the heat was fading.

you nodded, pulling him close, but then—a creak from the hallway. both of you froze, hearts pounding, as marlon’s voice grumbled distant from downstairs: “rocket? you up?”

panic flashed in rocket’s eyes, but he smirked a little—nervous, amused. “told you to be quiet,” he whispered, kissing you quick before scrambling for his sweats. “stay here—i’ll handle it.”

and just like that, the night wasn’t over—but the risk made it all the sweeter.

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