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request. rocket x pole dancer reader.
drabble. stripping off his victorian era suit while ranting.
fic. antique doll.
fanart. rocket in a victorian outfit.
Hello!, This is the first time I have sent you a question here, I love your writings and I have an idea that I would like you to do if you have free time of course.
How do you think Rocket would react if the reader told him that she was pregnant with him? (It would be interesting to see how he reacts to this, I think he would process the information for a few seconds and then get excited about being a father.)
I’m gonna be real honest with you chief. Since I got this ask I haven’t been able to muster the words.
What is reader supposed to be giving birth to exactly? I’m just slightly confused.
But I’ve had about 3 requests asking for Reader x Rocket where reader is pregnant with Rocket’s child so I’d be lying if I said this is new.
But I’m just lost for words. I genuinely don’t think Rocket or reader would react well.
You know, dear anon, it’s people like you that make me so glad I returned.
Seeing as this is a Rocket-centric blog, I’m assuming you’re asking about my opinion on Rocket x Rocket?
He’s insult himself to death.
As for the general idea of selfcest, I wouldn’t know much about it as I can’t see myself being in love with myself, much less anyone making a story or a fanfic of a character falling in love with themselves, so, I guess all in all pretty average?
No hate and also no particular interest in the matter.
Rocket comes home in the early morning from a mission while Reader's asleep.
You take it from there, lovey <333
IM GLAD TO BE BACK!! it's an honor to have my first request be from you <333
masterlist. requests.
His icy stiff fur brushed against your cheek as he lowered himself onto you.
His lips met your own, and once more he was put through the cold trenches his recently completed commission had required him to trudge through. Your lips were cracked shells prickling him, but his own warm ones wrapped around them gratefully.
He lifted himself off you, and a hot compress squeezed his shoulder and halted his movement.
Your eyes searched him. Wide awake, hair in loops and tangles in your face that you now brushed aside, your hand now sliding down to his blizzard-covered collarbone and reaching his built chest and abdomen.
“You’re … here.” he would have assumed the wind had spoken if he hadn’t observed your lips moving at that silent moment.
If your voice was candy he could savor in his mouth, he’d let it melt down to the last sugary atom, covering his teeth and tongue in nothing but the taste.
He smiled. “I ended earlier than expected—”
Your hands clasped his collar and he was caught in your lips once more, more contact than ever when both his and your mouth were wide open, and your tongue browsed generously through his teeth.
He reciprocated, tongues meeting and passing through each other like a solar system relying on each other’s orbit. If he didn’t need his arms to prop himself above you, he would have given you some of his ice, feeling the skin of your arms and realizing you could bake cookies on them from the heat alone. That’s what you get for not listening to him; you always insisted on making your surroundings colder so you could be comfortably wrapped in your cloudy duvet, but you always end up burning hot in the mornings.
Not sure just how much that would mean for everyone because a lot has changed in this fandom since I took a break, but my exams are over so I’m glad to say I’ll be here for a while!
However, I did take up an internship so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to be as active as I was before but I’ll do my best!
these are the folks who have written or drawn something (specifically within the rocket raccoon fan community) that either murdered me, resurrected me, or both.
(i am always open to recs so if you wanna link me to your fave i will be so happy to check them out)
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The All of You (ao3)
i fuckin love this story so hard. i love the OC. i love the writing. i love the set up. i reread this probably every month or so and pine for more. it's so fuckin good. @lazarel-3000 is a double-threat (at least) who is also on my recced artist list, which means (obviously) they are a recced creator as well.
Entanglement (ao3)
this fic by @hibataao3 has me rationing my consumption in a way i have not done in a long time. i'm like "i only read one chapter a week to pace myself, as a little treat for surviving another seven days." beautiful writing and intricate storytelling, the metaphors and analogies are so good i almost wish i was back in undergrad writing a thesis on it.
Get Up (tumblr)@caesarhamato22 is another person on my recced creator list because trying to find just one fic to call my "favorite" is a challenge (obviously i was unsuccessful because there are two on this list). anyway this is lovely and fluffy. i die.
last (friday) night (ao3)
nsfw. trying to pick a "favorite" of @aliasrocket's work is like trying to choose a favorite incarnation of rocket (i cannot). guess who is also on my recced creators list.
more than seven (tumblr)
second @caesarhamato22 fic on this list and another recced creator. this one is one of my favorite comfort fics (i mean it's still sexy as hell) that i come back to very often. like it's just so wonderful and sweet and perfect and atmospheric and vibes
stars. (tumblr) ☕︎ stars. (ao3)
sexual tension & some of the loveliest atmospheric writing i've ever consumed. another @aliasrocket fic that lives in my head.
A Very Basic Instinct (tumblr) ☕︎ A Very Basic Instinct (ao3)
nsfw. when i tell you this fic did things to me. it is probably one of the fics i reread most. like, all the time jkjk only semiregularly. check out the author @elegant-fleuret for other equally brainrot-inducing smut (also mentioned in my recced creators).
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@bathmob i wish. i could draw rocket. like this. the vibes are so good. the style. is perfect. i thank the universe whenever i see new art from them.
@glow-autumz is absolutely going to be a published comic artist some day and i will buy anything she works on ever. literally everything she creates has a story behind it, which i love. like, not only are her illustrations gorgeous (and like…often very hot) but every single one is (at least) a single-panel narrative. plus her OC is also cool as hell and i love her interpretations of rocket.
@lazarel-3000 creates the most toe-curlingly delicious art i've seen in a long time. i am seduced by pretty much everything they create. even their rough drafts have me panting. (i also have a crush on their OC and as a bi-lady i look at their art and am often like oh shit this is a fuckin feast). as mentioned before, this artist is also the author of one of my favorite fics and is a recommended creator in general.
@uglly-rodent posts always make me want to pinch the babby raccoom's cheeks and/or cry.
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@aliasrocket writes such beautiful things it is impossible to pick a favorite (i got two of their fics in the fic section and it was difficult to narrow it down that far and even now, i'm not certain). their tumblr has the added advantage of a ton of drabbles, every single one of which is perfection.
@caesarhamato22 read everything. like everything. great smut but i am a sucker for the slice of life shit and it's so fuckin good here. i just wanna be a nail tech on knowhere/locked in a closet with rocket/have him steal my t-shirt/whatever. it's like all my most domestic desires got turned into little fanfiction dreams. so much wish fulfillment i could die
@elegant-fleuret has great fanfiction (more than just the one on my fic list - i just felt like i had to narrow it down and A Very Basic Instinct literally gives me a a fresh hit of dopamine every time i reread it, which is a lot). plus also art. double-threat.
@evolvingchaoswitch writes with a ton of vulnerability and rawness and angst. i am also in love with the shorter pieces they've been putting out for rocketober 2023 (some really great poetry, some really emotional oneshots, some really hot oneshots). plus their OCs always fuckin rock
@lazarel-3000 look. look. i cannot say this enough. please go check them out they are hope in a hopeless place. some of the sexiest art + one of my very favorite fanfictions + one of my very favorite OCs have come out of this flawless individual. (full disclosure they also did some nsfw art of my OC jolie and rocket that has me crying and dying and hyperventilating on a daily basis)
@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr has another one of my favorite OCs and i am always hungry for their little storylines whenever they post.
@mrwolfhare is one of my favorite sources of gotg food-for-thought. just some of the most thoughtful explorations of the details of both the mcu and comic canon, excellent headcanons, beautiful screenshot sets, and really solid art. the drawtober art and ficlets have been highlights in my days this month and i'm told there may be a rad fanfiction on the horizon so keep your eyes on this!
Since this was posted I haven’t been able to gather the words to thank you enough because, it’s kinda hard to speak with my jaw on the floor. I can’t believe I appear here twice. You’ve been nothing but good to me Dae, and I really can’t thank you enough.
I also agree with this list entirely! Except of course, mine would include dae’s work (@raccoonfallsharder so you don’t have tk scroll all the way up) and @caesarhamato22 !!! Jay makes such cute drabbles, they’re like that really juicy apple or really good sandwich you grab to enjoy on your way to work, absolutely worth reading their stuff.
And Dae … you’re a god for being able to make so many chaptered fics for our man. And to be complimented by you? I aspire to be able to churn out longer fics like you.
So I'm sort of putting together a fic that's intro'ing Blackjack to the mcu, and was wondering if I should shove it on tumblr, or if I should throw it up on AO3. Never used AO3 before. What's your opinion on where to start?
yoooo first of all i am stoked to read this.
second of all, i have only been writing on ao3 for a few months! (though i have been a longtime reader.) back when i was writing more often, we old people posted on fanfiction.net. i don’t personally have a good idea of whether it is “better” to publish here on tumblr vs ao3 (i know lots of authors who do both; i usually only post excerpts here but i will probably be posting in both locations for my the new drabble series i’m working on).
however i will share with you the most helpful resource anyone shared me about ao3 posting, in case you decide to go that route. the ao3 rich text interface is a little fucked so unless you're writing everything in html by hand it can format your publications weirdly (extra spaces between font styles, double spaces between paragraphs, etc). @aliasrocket (a member of the divine pantheon of rocket content creators whose work i am grateful for daily) helped me out by sharing this doc to process fics through html coding prior to posting (useful to read her whole message to me as it helps provide some context i think).
i wish i had more insight for you but i am hoping maybe other fanfic writers can weigh in?
Been using ao3 since like … may 2020 I believe? So I know the ins and outs of ao3, from keywords for filtering tags to posting, I can help you with anything you need!
But, if your question is where to start, I say ao3 might be better because I generally get better traction on ao3 than on tumblr but it also depends on what fandom you’re writing for.
I like to post on both ao3 and tumblr, but only post really short drabbles or snippets of future ao3 works on tumblr.
Another thing I like to do is when I post a new fic on ao3, there’s a notes section before and after the fic where I say that whoever reads this can ask me questions or keep in touch with me through my tumblr and I provide a link to my tumblr on it so they can easily access it. It makes for good long-term readers or even friends because now they have a way to actually talk to you.
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Hey guys! Due to some … activity on the Rocket server I’m a little inspired to write a long fic (abt maybe 20k words long??? And I wanna post the whole thing in one shot so it will take a while) but wanted to see if you guys are up to the idea first.
I’ll let you guess what this is about, results are gonna be at the end of the fic—and it would be really helpful if you guys told me if you liked it so I know to write it!
He doesn’t really know how it happened.
No, it wasn’t a blur—more like vivid pictures worth 2 seconds of vague context, nothing beyond in a club, sitting at the side or watching other people getting it on.
At this point, he has to tell himself he’s not doing it for sport, it’s not that simple. Can’t be, right? There’s lot’s of assholes in the galaxy.
And then, there’s that pesky little voice in his head, nicking the insides of his skull, hissing, well, you killed the ones that mattered already.
Rocket lifts his drink to his lips and sips. He’s not looking at something in the club, though his eyes were to the ceiling on the other side of the room.
And then … nothing.
Nothing, and suddenly he’d in this black fitting cloak with a belts strapped from his shoulder blades to his collar bones and platform boots so chunky he almost passes off as your regular alien.
There’s a lot of dust by the stairs of your apartment, but there’s also a lot of crying.
Not yours, though.
Yes, one of his vivid snapshots had brought back another friend you were holding behind your back, clutching her chest with her shoulders up to her jaw.
Rocket shook his head. Oh, this is horrible. How often do you keep your wall to wall window open? And with the lights on so bright too? What if a creep had followed you back to your place? What are you to do then?
Your friend stands up from your bed, which was up against your window so Rocket had front row seats. Your hand rubbed her back the whole time, supporting her when she stood and when she took her bag to leave. Oh, shit, you’re leaving.
Rocket dove for shelter as you and your friend were down the stairs in less than five seconds, and you had called her a ride back. A wave, and you’re back on your phone while you walk up the stairs.
Oh, silly, silly you. Don’t you know how dangerous that is?
Rocket turned to leave, but before he could even take the first step, he found rusty spot in his neck—a certain pivot of it that he had to get rid of, an itch to eradicate, and now he was facing your orange-lit window again.
You had just closed the door and entered. Still on your phone. The different ways he could have you, if you were going to be so careless. He could have dreams of them.
He willed himself to take another step. A foot forward.
And that’s as far as he got. His head turned right back around, drawn to your glowing window, and it had occurred to him that the itch wasn’t in his neck.
It was in that window.
That lovely, luminous window displaying you in your barely-even-shorts shorts, your oversized t-shirt and your bare legs.
Naturally, Rocket was at your door five seconds after you had propped your legs up in a certain way on your bed. He wanted patiently, a little pin-like gadget in his hand so shiny, covered in nothing but his nail marks.
Inside, he heard another door close. The cluster of buildings in this area were one room apartments; that was the bathroom he heard.
A few taps and jabs with his lock-picker and the door opened with a pop. His gadget folded inwards as he pocketed it, his heel the first to make contact with your floor, then the rest slipped in, a shadow slick on your walls and closing the door behind him.
The first thing that made him dizzy was the faint vanilla scent coming from your bed. There were many crumples on your sheets, and your pillows had been piled on top of one another like you were rushing to ruin your bed.
You were out of the bathroom quicker than he anticipated. Not to worry though, you switched off the light right after and Rocket had already set up camp in the darkest corner. Spiders fled their homes in his arrival.
You got into bed, wiggling for a few solid minutes into the right, the perfect position that had you curled up in your thick sheets and pillows. They’re all white, like snow laying you down in its bed. It’s a real shame, though; he’s willing to bed blood doesn’t look half as flattering on white sheets.
He rose from his corner. The moon giving him a spotlight, lining his every move toward you. His hand was quick to flip his knife in the air, twirling it around his fingers—he’d cut himself if he wasn’t careful, an it was made clear by the main thin slashes on his gloves. The 120 is large for someone his size.
He finally clasped it in his fist, but the closer he got, the thicker the vanilla scent needled his nose.
Your chest moved, in out, in out. Slow. Your shirt was still too large on you, but as gravity would have it, your waist had been perfectly defined against the glint of the moonlight.
Strange.
He imagined starting at your waist.
And, he imagined … nothing.
Nothing came up, it was all white. Blurry. Where he would usually see blood and guys forming a small heart on the bed, he saw you, sleeping your hair falling to your forehead and your eyelashes fluttering.
Your eyelash fluttered and they fluttered up, and up and up—
And just like that, shot dead by a flinch and a wide-eyed look.
it’s a ghostface rocket au guys! @toiletpaperchick brought it up in the server and if I’m not wrong @glow-autumz will be posting some art soon hehehhehehehhehehhehehhehehe anyways this has consumed and rotted in my head for far too long, and I need to know if this will be worth it. I hoped you enjoyed as always, I’ll be back in november <33
Have you been made aware that Rocket is now on the sexyman wiki?
It would appear I have been made aware, by you, silly anon, thank you for the memo. It is well appreciated.
I hope there are arrangements to commemorate this joyful occasion, for I am still unfortunately going through my exams and will have to miss out on writing something for our beloved raccoon until november.
