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aliasrocket · 11 months

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I hope you're having a fabulous day, my friend.

Would I be able to request an imagine by any chance?

While Rocket and fem!Reader were fucking in Rocket's room on Knowhere, someone knocks on the door.

You choose what happens next ;)

YES YES OMG OFC!! THIS HAS ME ABSOLUTELY FERAL HOLY SHIT AGHHH OKOK

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The bed creaked and rocked to the sloppy rhythm of Rocket’s pounding, but of course you weren’t complaining since you had been what he was pounding into.

Your moans had long filled the room since you started, and if you hadn’t been so terribly used to it by now, you would have covered your face in shame as Rocket looked at you with a smug grin etched on his face.

You could tell he was getting closer by the second as his pace picked up, messily but definitely slamming hard into your g-spot as you were squealing with each frantic thrust.

But the stars were knocked right out of your brain when a loud sound thundered from your door.

Rocket continued, now keeping a low growl at bay as he didn’t want you to get the wrong message—it had been something he struggled to do for a while now, but in this moment it didn’t seem like you had been the problem.

More crackling knocks came through your door.

“Rocket—”

“I know,” he finally let a growl loose as his pounding grew straight up merciless, causing a long string of whimpers to run from your mouth. “No way I’m givin’ up those sweet sounds for some fuck at the door. Not when you’re so goddamn pretty for me.”

It hadn’t even been a minute since he’s said that before something very strange happened.

“Rocket!”

Now that had caused Rocket to freeze dead in his spot.

The voice sounded male, a little tired but otherwise quite sure of the unspoken statement it just made.

His nails peeled away from your hips and hopped down from your bed to gather his clothes.

“Could you do something for me?” Rocket asked in a shallow breath, zipping his pants up.

“Hm?”

“Go to the bathroom.”

“What?? Why? Do you know who’s at the door?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later, okay? Just …”

Rocket straightened out his shirt after throwing it on haphazardly, letting it roll down past his abdomen as he walked towards the door.

“Please just do this for me.

“Please.”

Rocket didn’t have to beg for you to do literally anything for him, but he didn’t have to know that, so you pretend to consider it for a moment before relenting.

You close the door to your bathroom but since it is within your bedroom area, you were able to pick up the noise of Rocket opening the door.

“Yeah, thought you’d be here.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I thought you’d be happier to see your ol’ pal.”

“I would be except for the fact that you’re supposed to be on Terra and also the fact that you knew I would be here.”

“ … you do realize you’ve been making it painfully obvious to the entire fucking bar that that one bartender and you are fucking right?”

You cup a hand over your mouth. Holy fucking shit.

That was when you made the very reasonable conclusion that the great Starlord was at your door.

“How do you know where she lives?”

“Ah yeah that—you know what we’ve got more pressing matters to attend to—we got a commission.”

“The commission can wait for my goddamn orgasm, for fuck’s sake.”

“Oh, fuck c’mon man, I didn’t need to hear that—”

“Well you’re hearing it Quill! I’m not happy about you comin’ over here and knocking like it’s the end of the fuckin’ world! I’ll talk to you later, but right now I got business to finish.”

after a few seconds of silence, you heard the door slam shut.

Rocket called out to you by your name, and you ignore the butterflies picking at your stomach when he does. “You can come out!”

When you open the door, Rocket was already on the bed naked and waiting for you, staring at you from head to toe.

Since he ‘banished’ you to the bathroom, you didn’t feel the need to put on clothes and Rocket clearly didn’t mind. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it.

“Aren’t you put off by that conversation?” You chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Rocket rolled his eyes. “Not when you enter the room looking like that.”

“This is technically how I look all the time,” you quipped again, you couldn’t help yourself when Rocket was so fun to annoy.

He grabbed you by the arm and was somehow able to yank you back on the pillows, climbing over you and making you remember the pleasure he was thrusting into you moments before.

“Stop acting so innocent, princess. I know you were close, too.

“You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”

Thank you so much for reading!!

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raccoonfallsharder · 9 months

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headcanon 4

after five years of being each others' only family, when rocket sees nebula (2014) arrive on the quantum platform, he can tell something is off. sure, the luphomoid doesn't broadcast her thoughts the way other people do (especially these frickin' terrans) but he's developed the ability to pick up on the nuances of her body language and expressions. the other avengers are freaking out about nat (and yeah, sure, it's sad, but he and nebs never made gamora's death and all their collective loss in the snap anyone else's problem, did they?) but rocket notices that the tension in nebula's body is different from what he's used to. he knows nebula's i am excited to fight tension, her i am irritable and cranky today tension, her i didn't know i could miss anything but i miss my sister tension, her my implants are causing me pain tension. but this tension is different from all the others. right now, she reminds him of the nebula he'd met on ego: all bundled-up hostility and electric resentment, without a frickin' friend in the galaxy.

he makes a face at her. someone else in the circle might think it's some kind of weird "animal" expression - eyebrows raised, lips grimacing, ears forward-facing and attentive - but nebs knows what it means. it's a face that says dude, are you okay? what the fuck happened out there? you're actin frickin weird. nebula doesn't even blink at him, doesn't even look at him. doesn't seem to recognize him at all.

the other avengers argue out their grief, leaving the platform without a second look to move their mourning to the lakeside. nebs takes her cue from them and disappears, and rocket's like, something's wrong with blue. gotta make sure she's okay. she's his only crew, after all.

stark calls out from the lab. "i'm adding the stones to the gauntlet," he tells rocket. “i could use you and banner there as our other two resident geniuses. just to make sure nothing goes wrong." what the fuck is rocket gonna do if something goes wrong? it's a stupid request. his eyes trail the path nebula took when she left the platform. "pretty sure you science bros can handle it without me," rocket says, turning to follow her.

"you're the one who pointed out i'm only a genius on earth," stark reminds him. "c'mon, pom poko. go get banner and let's do this."

"apparently you're also only funny on earth, 'cause i don't get that reference," rocket says, rolling his eyes. but he grimaces, and reluctantly redirects his feet so he can retrieve banner from the edge of the lake.

#they did nebula so dirty in endgame #and rocket #tbh most of endgame was a disappointment imo #my headcanon posts keep getting longer so i probably need to stop #is this actually a headcanon or just a mini fanfic/drabble?#fix it fic #rocket raccoon headcanon #gotg headcanons #raccoonfallsharder headcanons #headcanon accepted #gotg fanfiction #avengers endgame #rocket raccoon fanfiction #rfh headcanons

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middymod · 1 year

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Dumb GotG headcanons

Gamora's hair becomes curly when she's happy (long term, not instant)

Zeihoberei do not have a term for facial hair (they don't have any). Therefore, Gamora refers to Peter's beard as "face fur".

Mantis uses her empath powers on others to get pumped up in battle

Gamora can see UV colors and therefore, could see how truly filthy Quill's ship was

Rocket sometimes ditches his clothes on Earth to pass as a raccoon and cause mayhem (untitled goose game style)

The first incident of Rocket pretending to be a raccoon on Earth was during the "Chicken Noodle Soup" incident.

Nebula constantly grows and loses teeth, like a shark

Since birthdays were not really a thing in the other Guardians' lives, Quill assigns them all birthdays at random dates (except Groot, his birthday is when he first started moving)

Peter and Gamora do some nearly acrobatic dancing when in private

Quill and Gamora both talk in their sleep. Sometimes, they end up having small conversations

Drax is colorblind

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scottie-draws-sometimes · 5 months

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Some GotG Boatem scene drawings. They’re all dancing, listening to music, and all that together :)

While it was drawn with Fooled Around and Fell in Love in mind, i realized I could also see Southern Nights or Cantina Band fitting. But honestly it could fit w whatever song yall feel like

#I SWEAR I have a story for these guys #and I want to write a whole fic #I’m just being. extremely slow with it #if I ever finish it I will tell you guys about it #..maybe. if I’m not too scared to be seen as egotistical or smth #next week will probably be SL.. if finales don’t take up alllll my time #Hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #boatem #gotg boatem au #grian #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv #Crab Doodles

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starlxghtss · 5 months

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So I've got this Gotg headcanon going about little Peter suffering from nightmares during his time on the Eclector. The boy has slept awfully since his mum's death and after his abduction from Earth, he used to wake up in the middle of the night, completely drenched in sweat and shivering, looking around his dark room in fear. Whenever he had a nightmare back home, Peter just would've run to his mother, slip under her blanket only to get shushed and comforted by her soft voice.

But now things were different and there was no one who could possibly give him that kind of (needed) comfort. In fact, the boy was on a ship full of cold-hearted cruel pirates, who cared about nothing and no one.

Yet, one night, Peter eventually sneaks out of his room, tiptoeing through the ship's empty corridors and comes to halt at the Captain's quarters.

The boy hesitates first but his fear of sleeping alone after that awful nightmare clearly outweighed that so he opened the door with a creak and as quietly as possible slipped into the generous room.

There he finds Yondu, snoring loudly to himself on his large bed, having no clue that the Terran kid just sneaked into his private quarters as he hasn't heard him near at all.

Peter stares a while at the Ravager captain, then a child's dainty hand lands on the Centaurian's rough shoulder, shaking it while a whisper runs over his lips.

"Yondu!"

No reaction.

Peter tries it once again and this time, he hears a grunt, then a pair of red eyes flap open in a sudden. A hand grabs the child's arm (a little bit to hard) and the boy squeals in surprise, making Yondu raise his eyebrow in confusion when he probably expected a threat but not the little Terran almost scaring him to death.

He sighes almost relieved, lets go off the boy's arm and his tensed muscles relax a bit.

"'s jus' ya, boy."

"What the hell ya doin' 'ere in the middle of the night?"

Yondu pierces the child with his look, expecting a good explanation for all of this. No one would dare to wake the captain after all, right?

"I've had a nightmare... and now I can't sleep."

"An'?"

Peter avoids his glance, ashamed, looking to the side and mumbles some words under his breath.

"I uh, can I sleep with you tonight?"

That was when the boy caught Yondu off guard completely. Another confused look and raised eyebrow alongside with a few hisses makes Peter almost regret coming here in the first place.

"What? Ain't'cha too old for this, boy? C'mon, get outta 'ere, kid, 'm tired!"

The Ravager turns his back to the kid, pretending to fall asleep and simply waits for the boy to leave his room again, but then he hears a soft sniffle and a child's whiny voice.

"Please, Yondu..."

He turns around again, seeing, how few tears glistened on Peter's cheeks and another sniffle follows while big green eyes caught the captain's stern gaze. And he told the kid many times not to put on that look on his face, not to whine or cry, because Yondu hated whenever the boy did that and couldn't stand his crying. But there was also this feeling in his chest that he couldn't quite understand even up until that day and should he be damned for it, hell, Yondu somehow just couldn't kick the boy out.

So with a few reluctant grumbles and repressed self-pride, the Centaurian eventually makes a bit of space on the bed and Peter's tears disappeared in a sudden when the little Terran scrambs up to him under the blanket.

"But don't'cha make any noise! If I'm hearin' jus' a single un, I'll kick ya out, ye hear me, boy?!"

Peter curles into a little ball, snuggling into the blanket right beside the hissing Ravager who then hears some further whispered words.

"I won't, I promise."

Odd as it is, Yondu has laid awake for a while now and the sleepiness just seemingly dissolved with the little child pressed tightly against his back so the Centaurian turns, hearing Peter's soft breaths and little hands clenched into the blanket while he whimpers in his sleep.

If he'd stick to his words before, now would be the moment to bring the kid back to his bed because Peter actually broke his promise to stay quiet all night. But Ravagers don't make promises anyway and if they did, they'd surely break them, don't they?

Boy better learns t' stop making promises he can't keep.

And that sure has nothing to do with the little Terran crying in his sleep nor Yondu's hand carefully pulling the kid a little bit closer to him or that warm feeling rising in his chest when the boy snuggled into his arms.

No, not at all.

#my fav father and son duo <3 #let them have this moment pls #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #gotg headcanons #peter quill #yondu udonta #yondad #gotg fic

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bougiebutchbitch · 26 days

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Cannot BELIEVE I was so ashamed of That One Xeno Mpreg Kragdu Fic I wrote that I orphaned it and almost deleted it, when it's genuinely really fucking good

anyway if AO3 ever gives me this option, I would reclaim ownership of Pick Up A Polliwog... RIP to my shamed past self but I'm different

#kragdu #teehee #gotg #my fic #bbb creates

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disruptedvice · 1 year

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it's a few years late, but here's an AU I never got around to posting for starmora week 2020

Starmora Week Day 4: Hit / Miss

Finally, she thought.

The target had moved onto the balcony, alone, and Gamora had him in sites. Everything lined up perfectly.

She breathed in, steady. Exhaled. And pulled the trigger.

“Son of a bitch,” Gamora cursed, jerking the gun hard and fast to skew the shot at the last possible second. Her reflexes were quick enough, though. The bullet embedded somewhere in the brick wall instead of going through that idiot's skull.

He was so lucky he turned around when he did. That he turned around with enough time for her to realize she recognized him.

God dammit.

She had her rifle packed up in moments, using the adjacent rooftops to get from her sniper's nest to the building she had been watching for the past, oh, fucking hours. What a waste.

Gamora dropped onto the balcony without a sound.

“God dammit, Quill!” She hissed from behind him. “What the hell are you doing posing as some foreign dictator on this planet? Why are you even here?”

Peter, to his credit, didn't jump at the sudden voice where moments ago there was no one. Clearly he had registered that he recognized the voice as he spun around, already wearing that dumb Peter Quill smile that he always gave her.

She was only slightly annoyed by the fact she could tell it was one of his real smiles too.

“Cause it was so damn easy,” he grinned, unashamed. Not even the slightest bit apologetic, or cowed by her glare. In fact, he brightened as he went on, “Seriously, nobody even knows this dude at all. It was so easy to get in here. At this point, it's really their fault for just letting in anybody who claims to be some jackass who hasn't shown his face in public in years.”

Gamora also knew Peter well enough to know nothing was as easy as he made it sound. Sure, maybe it was easy compared to the types of jobs he usually pulled, but grifting his way into a party of this caliber wasn't a walk in the park for anyone but him.

Probably second nature for Peter Quill, though. This was the dumb ass conman posing as some shitty 'diplomat' that someone put a hit out on, so she couldn't give him too much credit.

Gamora rolled her eyes. He really was hopeless. No surprise there.

“Now come on, help me get this bullet out,” she said, dragging him over to the wall none too nicely, positioning him right where she needed.

Gamora stepped up onto the banister lining the balcony and used it to climb onto Peter's shoulders. He didn't need to be told to hold on and make sure she didn't fall. He automatically adjusted his balance like this was something they did every day. (It wasn't. Still, she knew he wouldn't drop her).

She quickly got to work prying the bullet out with one of her knives.

It'd be stupid to leave evidence like that, even if no crime was actually committed.

“Gamora, did you miss?” Peter asked with a shit-eating grin. She could hear it in his voice.

She dug her knife into the brick even harder. “No. I saved your life, asshole.”

Peter chuckled. “Not putting a bullet in my head isn't the same thing as saving my life.”

“Well, in this case, it is. You're welcome.”

#starmora #gotg #gamora #peter quill #guardians of the galaxy #starmora fic #starmora au #starmora week #starmoraweek2020 #ah lets see we've got an assassin au and *checks notes* ... a conman au #because conman and hitman are so far off from canon as we all know #my gotg fics #my fic

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bougiebutchbinch · 10 days

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GUESS WHAT I FINALLY FINISHED

The complete story is now on AO3! Kissies to everyone who left a comment, here or on AO3. I would never have uploaded this fic without you guys cheering me on!

#gotg #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #star lord #yondu udonta #yondu #kragdu #meredu #kraglin obfonteri #meredith quill #MY OT3 OF SIDE CHARACTERS FROM A TEN YEAR OLD FILM FRANCHISE #TWO OF WHOM ARE DEAD #my fic #bbb creates

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meteorstardust · 18 days

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I am begging for dad starlord x readers oh my god

#please I need him to be my dad #dad starlord is so real #but yet I find no fics of if anywhere #I would write myself but I suck #guardians of the galaxy #peter quill #gotg #star lord

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can-of-pringles · 25 days

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Playing With Fire - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Warnings: Canon typical violence, drinking, fighting, it's literally the movie.

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Peter and the gang make it to Knowhere.

Note: This is a GOTG AU with my original character. I've been sitting on this fic wip for months and now the first rewritten movie is finished. I hope y'all enjoy and like my gotg oc. The first movie is completely written but I'll be posting it in chapters.