EVERY ROCKET headcanon & imagines masterlist
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each of these posts takes a specific premise and applies it to "all" (a few) incarnations of rocket, one-by-one. most mention a gn-reader and are at least a little spicy (noted as NSFW or NSFW-lite). please check individual posts for content warnings.
"every rocket" currently includes:
rocket from the mcu (pre-vol3 unless otherwise specified)
rocket from the 2021 eidos-montréal game, marvel's guardians of the galaxy
rocket from the 2015-2019 run of the guardians of the galaxy cartoon
rocket from what if...? season two, episode nine (the "universe-killer")
rocket from 2024 netease game, marvel rivals
rocket from the ewing, rosenberg, et al. comics
rocket from the skottie young comics
enjoy!
ROCKET DOMS / SUBS FOR YOU.
an exploration of every rocket's kinks, specifically as they pertain to domming you or subbing for you. // NSFW.
ROCKET DRINKS / SMOKES.
every rocket's preference when it comes to substance use. // NSFW-lite.
ROCKET FALLS FOR YOU.
each rocket's journey into attraction and inevitable devotion. // req // NSFW-lite.
ROCKET WITH A CLINGY PARTNER. [NEW! MARCH 19]
each rocket reacts to a partner with separation anxiety. // req // NSFW-lite.
ROCKET TEAMS UP. [MAY-ISH]
each rocket's role in a team-up of rockets... including a team-up on a cute little reader. // req // NSFW.
ROCKET REACTS TO WATCHERS. [JUNE-ISH]
each rocket's response to someone he catches staring at you. // req // NSFW-lite.
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18+ only | rocket x f!reader x blackjack | 5-6? parts | wordcount: pending.
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you have two ridiculous, impossible, extremely-silly crushes. one is on an audio-porn performer whom you've never met, but whose growly voice brought you comfort during a low point in your life. the other is on your fucking boss.
which is why you really don't have the bandwidth to start crushing on the captain, too.
chapters, excerpt, & warnings below.
Audiotransmission_1. [FEB 14] ✓
Rude Stranger at the Firing Range Takes You Home for a Private Lesson.
your first encounter with the captain.
Audiotransmission_2. [FEB 18] ✓
Bully Crewmate Hears You Through the Ship Walls.
how you came to be o'hare's coffee-shop girl.
Audiotransmission_3. [FEB 24] ✓
Sleazy Tech Repair Guy Finds Your Nudes.
BONUS TRACK: Longterm Partner Worships You After a Bad Day.
the captain speaks.
Audiotransmission_4. [MARCH 6] ✓
Mean Boss Gives You Your Performance Review.
that time you met your audioporn crush.
Audiotransmission_5. [MARCH 17?] ✓
Bounty Hunter Tracks You to a Dive Bar (Then Fucks You Stupid).
jack tells you how he's going to use you. part one.
Audiotransmission_6. [MARCH 31] ✓
Longtime Lover Introduces You to His Best Friend/Firearm.
jack tells you how he's going to use you. part two.
Audiotransmission_7. [APRIL 16] ✓
Dickhead Crewmate Edges and Overstimulates You in the Showers.
there are three sides to every story.
Audiotransmission_8. [JUNE 24] ✓
Bully Best Friend Helps You Get Over Your Shitty Ex.
you seek out the captain.
Audiotransmission_9. [JULY 1] ✓
Customer Hits On You in Coffee Shop, Takes You Home After Your Shift.
it's hard to quit your audioporn crush when you've got direct access to his voice every day, straight from the tap.
or: that time when you told your boss to go back to his lover, and he made you fuck yourself to rakk n' ruin all night instead.
Audiotransmission_10. [JULY 8?]
Two Degenerate Mercs Hunt You Down and Take Advantage.
a mercenary and a captain walk into a cafe. one wants to edge you till you cry. the other wants to make you come till you pass out.
CONTEXT: mcu-based with inspiration from the comics. mostly post-vol3 with references to major past events. while blackjack and rocket do have a pre-existing relationship, the focus is on reader in this story. limited physical description of reader / she does have hair.
WARNINGS: threesome (dom rocket x subby goodgirl reader x bratty switch blackjack). pining & seduction. problematic power dynamics. minor mentions of sex work, implied depression. lots of audioporn (as a concept - no actual audio). jack uses you like a toy on the captain. more warnings to come, and warnings for each "audiotransmission" will be listed at the top of each chapter. this story will lightly touch on a wide variety of kinks with some smut sprinkled in.
excerpt below.
“How do you know the Captain?” you ask nonchalantly.
Jack wrinkles his nose. “Rocket? We go way back. What — you thought he let the former boss of the Black Bunny Brigade stay on this skull without any sorta character recommendation?”
You make a tight sound in your throat. “I would have recommended you.”
His mechanical eyes are so hard to read. The lenses whirr softly. “I know you would’ve, clover-blossom.” His dangerous teeth gleam in a lopsided smirk. “But no need. He’s got a soft spot for me.”
“A soft spot?” You shouldn’t be asking — shouldn’t be feeding your curiosity. Jack’s life is none of your business — the Captain’s, even less so.
But Jack just cocks a grin. “That old asshole met me at the lowest of all my lows. He had a bounty on me and I had a bounty on him, but I was all fucked up when he found me — half-passed-out in a bar, drooling into my whiskey, rambling to anyone who’d listen about my former wife.” He makes a gesture that you don’t recognize, crimson lenses turned skyward. “May she rest in peace.”
Your heart spasms and your belly twists. Without thinking, you reach out one hand to brush the synth-leather of your boss’s glove. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize—“
Jack freezes, one tattered ear drooping as he stares down at your fingers on his leather-slick knuckles. You flinch back like you’ve burnt yourself, and your embarrassment only doubles when he squints at you — then barks a sharp laugh.
“She ain’t dead yet, honey.” The click of a wink. “I’m just manifesting.”
You blink, and a puff of involuntary laughter startles its way out of your mouth. “Oh—“
“Her name was Otta. We got divorced. She ain’t worth talkin’ about though.” He shrugs, and grins again. “B’lieve me, it’s hard to pine after a two-faced traitorous ex-lover when Rocket’s railing your brains out.”
Your jaw drops. You can feel the blood rush into your face, dizzyingly fast and hot. Jack cocks his head — ears flopping in the other direction — and crosses his arms. His grin only grows — clearly amused at your expense.
“Jack,” you hiss. “You shouldn’t be telling me about—“
Your face feels feverish. You have to press your fingertips to your cheeks, just to try and cool them down.
“What?” he teases. “I just said we fucked. You’re the one imagining him pulling on my ears while I suck his—“
“Jack!” you squeak. “You’re my fucking boss—“
The lens-covers on his eyes click three times rapid-fire, then lower to halfmast.
“Yeah,” he agrees, and his voice is all regret. “It’s a real fuckin’ pity.”
from Audiotransmission_3. Longterm Partner Worships You After a Bad Day.
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every year, rocket gets dragged along to his earther-friends' annual holiday celebration. thankfully, he can always count on enjoying the post-party with kitty's cute friend.
until he flarks it all up, anyway.
CONTEXT: comics-rocket (ewing, rosenberg, et al). pining, regret, self-sabotage, and sweetness. see post for more info & warnings.
asgardians celebrate the solstice by making mulled mead, you celebrate by hanging fairylights all over the ship, and rocket celebrates by allowing you to.
and groot? groot celebrates by matchmaking.
CONTEXT : inspired by this pompt generously shared by @/simps-for-rocket; first attempt writing rivals-rocket. pining, flirting, kisses. see post for more info & warnings.
skirmish in the snow. [COMPLETE]
moderate spice | gn reader | oneshot | ~4,162 words.
a fight breaks out on a side-trip to falligar. rocket orders you back to the ship.
you — of course — fail to comply.
CONTEXT: mcu, pre-volume one. lighthearted, impractical silliness with a little bit of steam. see post for more info & warnings.
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··᯽·⋆ Love is Blind: Andromeda ⋆·᯽··
episode one. whose bright idea was this, anyway?
[NEW SEPTEMBER 24] ✮✩
18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 1/10 episodes | word count: pending.
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· ·᯽·⋆ read episode one now ⋆·᯽· ·
warnings, contexts, & excerpt below.
The pods are officially open in the Andromeda Galaxy! Some singles are eager to connect, while others are slow to spark. Who will find their soulmate in the stars?
Episode One. Whose bright idea was this, anyway? ✮✩
WARNINGS: just a lil bit of angst, loneliness, references to past romantic failures.
“Look,” your podmate answers in a rumble. They’re still clinking away. “I’m just sayin’ — lots of people say looks don’t matter. But they still got a threshold, ya know? They still see someone and think, aw, hell no. Look at that creepy little monster. He’s all twisted up, missin’ fur, scarred bad. He looks like vermin. Looks like a rat. Looks like a Chilarian drunk-fucked a flerken on a toxic wastewater planet, and that thing was the result.”
Your palm moves from your belly back to your chest again, pressing against your achy sternum. The hollowness of your chest has only grown more painful, because there’s far too much bitterness in your podmate’s voice for these to be only hypotheticals.
“Looks like he was cobbled-together by a bunch of fat-fingered kids.”
There’s a long moment of silence. You scramble for something to say — something that offers empathy, or comfort. Unfortunately, your body has already tightened with the uneasy feeling that your current partner will perceive any kindness as condescending. You bite your lip instead.
“Besides — you said you don’t wanna be here anymore either,” your podmate points out dryly. “Why’d you change your mind?” That velvet-smoke voice turns brittle and gritty as broken glass. It sounds so — knowing. So cynically, mockingly resigned. “Lemme guess, sweetheart. You got here and realized — sure, they can’t see you, but you don’t get to see them either. Little uncomfortable, ain’t it? Not knowin’ what you’re getting into?”
You shake your head and twist, pulling the fleece throw off the back of the sofa and spreading it over your lap. You haven’t dared do this in the other pods: forcing yourself to stay rigid and alert and responsive. But there’s a freedom in knowing your partner has already written you off — that they’re unimpressable. You slip out of your kitten-heels and tuck your bare toes between the couch cushions beside you, hugging yourself again under the soft blanket.
Your podmate probably wouldn’t appreciate it, but you sort of wish you could hug them instead.
“No. That never mattered to me,” you tell them simply. “I’ve never been drawn to the way a person looks as much as I’m drawn to their personality.” You shift one shoulder. “I’ve always had to get to know someone before I’ve really felt much in terms of attraction.”
They snort. It has to have been the fourth or fifth time they’ve done so, just since the two of you had started talking. Whoever your current podmate is, they’re dynamic. Dramatic, even. Genuine.
Transparent.
“Well, you’re gonna be oh-for-two here, petal. My personality might be the only thing worse’n my looks.”
· ·᯽·⋆ read episode one now ⋆·᯽· ·
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··᯽·⋆ Love is Blind: Andromeda ⋆·᯽··
18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 1/10 episodes | word count: pending.
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Rocket's family may be made up of a bunch of meddling, matchmaking dickheads, but he's already escaped twenty-three prisons.
The "Love Is Blind" Mobile Space Station will be no different.
CONTEXT: mcu-inspired, post-volume 3. silly, eventually-smutty romance with lots of feelings happening way too quickly. reader is shy, anxious, hyperfeminine, and a virgin; is musically-inclined (self-taught post-Terra). minimal physical descriptions but with a tendency to wear dresses. hair long enough to get a handful. no use of y/n.
WARNINGS: flirting, pet-names galore, lots of dirty talk in the pods (eventually), voice kink, eventual smut, with more warnings to come each chapter.
RATINGS KEY: fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎ | much smut ❤︎❤︎
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18+ only | rocket x f!oc | ~10 episodes | word count: pending.
context, warnings, & excerpt below. COMING SEPT 24
Rocket's family may be made up of a bunch of meddling, matchmaking dickheads, but he's already escaped twenty-three prisons.
The "Love Is Blind" Mobile Space Station will be no different.
CONTEXT: mcu-inspired, post-volume 3. silly, eventually-smutty romance with lots of feelings happening way too quickly. reader is shy, anxious, hyperfeminine, and a virgin; is musically-inclined (self-taught post-Terra). minimal physical descriptions but with a tendency to wear dresses. hair long enough to get a handful. no use of y/n.
WARNINGS: flirting, pet-names galore, lots of dirty talk in the pods, with more warnings to come each chapter.
RATINGS KEY:
fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎ | much smut ❤︎❤︎
᯽ Episode One. Whose bright idea was this, anyway? ✮✩ [SEP 24]
The pods are officially open in the Andromeda Galaxy! Some singles are eager to connect, while others are slow to spark. Who will find their soulmate in the stars?
WARNINGS: mild chapter. maybe a lil bit of angst, loneliness, references to past romantic failures.
᯽ Episode Two. Untitled. ✮✩ [EST JANUARY]
Summary coming.
WARNINGS: tbd.
᯽ Episode Three. Untitled. ✩❤︎ [EST MARCH]
Summary coming.
WARNINGS: tbd.
᯽ Episode Four. Untitled. ✮✩❤︎❤︎ [EST APRIL]
Summary coming.
WARNINGS: tbd.
᯽ Episode Five. Untitled. ✮✩❤︎❤︎ [EST MAY]
Summary coming.
WARNINGS: tbd.
᯽ Episode Six. Untitled. ✮✩❤︎❤︎ [EST JUNE]
Summary coming.
WARNINGS: tbd.
᯽ Episode Seven. Untitled. ✮✩❤︎❤︎ [EST JULY]
Summary coming.
WARNINGS: tbd.
᯽ Episode Eight. Untitled. ✮✩❤︎❤︎ [EST AUGUST]
Summary coming.
WARNINGS: tbd.
᯽ Episode Nine. Untitled. ✮✩❤︎❤︎ [EST SEPTEMBER]
Summary coming.
WARNINGS: tbd.
᯽ Episode Ten. Untitled. ✮✩❤︎❤︎ [EST SEPTEMBER]
Summary coming.
WARNINGS: tbd.
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Episode One. Whose bright idea was this, anyway?
“What the fuck?”
You pause in the doorway, frozen like a doe at the edge of an autumn field. The room ahead of you is painted in shades of ivory and pale rose — welcoming as strawberries-and-cream — but you hover on the threshold, uncertain. None of this — none of this — is at all what you’d hoped it would be, and your heart limps against your ribs, bruised and tender.
“I am Groot.”
You hesitate in the hatch, gaze flickering from the rosy screen inside the od to the plush-carpeted floor in the hallway. The second voice — I am Groot — resonates with the scratchiness of a transmission, but you’re pretty sure comms aren’t allowed here.
Hadn’t you all signed your devices away?
Movement scratches at your attention. Your eyes dart left, just in time to see the assistant floor manager rounding one corner. Her already-stern face scrunches with frustration when she catches sight of you, and she pivots in your direction with an extra bit of menace suddenly layered into her already-purposeful stride.
You swallow. You feel your pupils dilating with fear — the dim glow of the plasma orbs suddenly stinging your eyes — as if you were a prey animal. You’re not sure what you’ve done to earn the AFM’s dislike, but she’s seemed… annoyed every time she’s interacted with you.
Which is a polite way of putting it.
You flinch back as heat floods your cheeks, nerves prickling along your skin. You’re not usually prone to impulse but before you can think twice, you’re dodging through the hatch and into the pod, letting the pocket-door swish shut behind you.
“Oh, sure, aren’t you frickin' proud of yourself—”
“I am Groot!”
Your lips part. You draw in a guilty breath, preparing to speak. To warn your podmate about the incoming AFM, maybe, so they can hide their comms. Or to let them know you can hear them—
“You don’t get to sound like you’re the injured party here, kid!”
The voice is raspy and enraged. Your mouth snaps shut, and you shiver. It’s a to-die-for voice — gritty and gravelly and velvet, all at once, like caramellized sugars and woodsmoke — but the anger in it makes you wilt. You’re pretty sure all that fury will be directed your way once they realize you’ve been eavesdropping. You turn your back from the screen, as if it can tune out the conversation behind you.
“I am Groot.”
“Put Nebs on!”
It’s a sharp bark, and you feel your spine snap straight in response — an instinctive reaction, even while the rest of you wants to run and hide. Maybe the AFM has left the corridor and you can make a break for it?
“I am Groot,” the other voice says, soothing and reasonable. “I am Groot.”
“M’the frickin’ captain,” your podmate growls.
You try to study the items on the shelf in front of you — to distract yourself from eavesdropping. Bar supplies, you realize after a moment: bitters and liquors and mixers, shakers and utensils made of nondescript brushed gold. You haven’t really looked around the other pods very closely, especially since they’d seemed more-or-less identical to each other.
“I got shit to do. And you send me on a wild fuckin’ f’saki-chase, trick me into comin’ here like it’s some stealth-mission, blah blah, save the princess, whatever — only for me to find out there ain’t no princess, ain’t nobody here who needs saving ‘cept maybe all these delusionalistic sad-sacks who think they can find love on a frickin’ holostream!”
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relevant ratings key: fluff ✮ | suggestiveness / light spice ✩
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2024 headcanons
ponderings, ficlets, and essays usually featuring rocket, and sometimes members of the rest of the crew
rocket is smarter than stark ✮ ramble.
the bowie's construction/smarter than stark pt 2 (@leresq) ✮ threaded convo.
rocket's movie & television tastes ✮ oneshot.
see follow-up imagine: what if rocket finds the mcu movies? ✮ oneshot.
raccoon sensory perception [ANGST] ✮ oneshot.
a new addition to rocket's mocking endearments ✮ drabble.
eidos-rocket's goatee ✮✩ ramble.
eidos-rocket headcanons with an SO (nonnie) [SFW & NSFW] ✩ list // ramble.
rocket's tail in the nanosuit ✮ ramble // vent.
rocket's use of medpacks ✮ analysis // ramble.
some of the reasons people resonate with rocket ✮ analysis // list.
universal translators (how they work, etc) ✮ threaded convo.
universe killer rocket ✮ threaded convo.
rocket solo movie/how he met groot (@chl03ph0b1a). ✮ oneshot.
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18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | word count varies.
tricks & treats for kinktober ♥︎
[book one]
rock candy crystals: sensual and pretty — and perfect for when you want something to suck on.
♥︎ FOR SCIENCE: a blackmail material epilogue. ~13,468 words.
[book two]
pixy stix and candy cigarettes: sugary, self-indulgent, and a little bit naughty.
♥︎ THE ARSENAL. ~14,145 words.
[book three]
pink cotton candy: fluffy and sweet and utterly shameless. melts as soon as it hits your tongue.
♥︎ STAGE SHOW ON DENEB-7.
[book four]
black chocolate truffles: dark. decadent. seductive. debauched.
♥︎ MYTH: a sex pollen story.
details below...
all dates (and lengths) are estimates and may change.
BOOK ONE
For Science: A Blackmail Material Epilogue.
read Blackmail Material [the prequel fic]
18+ only MDNI | f!reader | oneshot | ~13, 468 words. [COMPLETE]
rocket has long-pondered how he could improve on your little sex-toy. your second anniversary seems like a good time to test out his theories.
WARNINGS: bondage, voyeurism, dirty talk, forced orgasms, orgasm control, praise and light degradation, sex toys (including a homebrewed fuck-machine). see many more warnings in the post.
BOOK TWO
the arsenal.
18+ only MDNI | f!reader | oneshot | ~14,145 words. [COMPLETE]
direct hits of asgardian everbloom smoke always seem to scrape over your insides like a lungful of sparks and cinnamon — which is why you generally prefer to take them from rocket’s mouth. well. it’s one of the reasons.
CONTEXT: eidos-inspired, based on this headcanon. enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. reader has some social anxiety. minimal physical descriptions of reader; she has hair.
WARNINGS: intox and semi-public sex. lots of space-drug usage + aphrodisiacs and asgardian obedience potions. a little bit of light corruption, a little bit of exhibitionism/voyeurism, a little bit of light dubcon if you squint (on account of the intox). guided masturbation, grinding, lazy blow jobs. these drugs are used (at least partially) for self-medicating anxiety along with their recreational purposes. irl: if you have the resources, i highly recommend using actual therapy and professionally-prescribed meds for this purpose, instead of relying on some alien weed given to you by a hot, grungy space-raccoon. i'm not sure you can trust that guy. especially when it comes to self-medicating.
BOOK THREE [DELAYED - DATE UNKNOWN]
Stage Show on Deneb-7.
18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | ~41,443 words. [COMPLETE]
♥︎ part one. backstage.
♥︎ part two. curtain up.
♥︎ part three. post-intermission.
♥︎ part four. encore & afterparty.
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.
CONTEXT: mcu-inspired, post vol3. 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), fucking you with the handle of the flogger, light anal play/buttplugs, ballgag, sensory play, toys, tickling, orgasm control, forced orgasms.
BOOK FOUR [DELAYED - DATE UNKNOWN]
Myth: A Sex Pollen Story.
18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: pending.
you've heard stories of the ghost ship: a massive floating skull, seen only in the darkest and most starless sprawls of the endless sky. you've heard that it takes no prisoners.
but you're about to be the first.
CONTEXT: au, mcu/universe-killer -inspired. darker than my usual fare (think you are cordially invited and wyndham; or, the intergalactic prometheus.)
WARNINGS: abduction/kidnapping, aphrodisiacs/intox, dubcon. more to come.
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18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4 parts | word count: 37,320.
read book one now ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ [COMPLETE]
you take a stranger home for a night of celebration. why not? after all, it’s not like there will be any longterm ramifications. an expansion on day 15 of kinktober 2023.
CONTEXT: mcu-based, post-endgame, grumpy/sunshine vibes (obviously), “secret affair” (no cheating), workplace romance??, angst, comfort, relationship anxiety. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course.
☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part one | dawn | wednesday, october 8. a raccoon walks into a bar.
KINKS/WARNINGS: public sex, spanking, pussy slapping, light praise/degradation, brief titplay/cunnilingus. use of "slut"/"fuckdoll" (affectionate).
☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part two | merediem | thursday, october 10. after what was intended to be a one night stand, rocket & sunshine reader navigate the awkward aftermath of being new crewmates. oops.
KINKS/WARNINGS: free-use negotiation, light dom/sub vibes, public sex, temperature play, light praise/degradation, inappropriate use of a coffee mug.
☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part three | golden hour | wednesday, october 16. rocket steals all the warmth he can get before the sun inevitably sets. aka, last call.
KINKS/WARNINGS: free-use, sex toys, edging, brief somnophilia, nipple-play, dom/sub vibes, pussy-claiming, sensation play, light dom/sub vibes, light praise/degradation, shower sex.
☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part four | vespers | saturday, october 19. a little hair of the raccoon who bit you (and other remedies for heartbreak).
KINKS/WARNINGS: free-use, soft/pleasure dom vibes, somnophilia, praise kink, body worship, edging??, biting/marking.
excerpt below.
also, for the record, i do realize the ship in the moodboard is the milano and not the benatar, but the benetar is apparently a fucken cryptid that i can't get a good shot of.
The sound system you slip between is cacophonous, but the space behind it seems muted. For a half-second you consider the mechanics of sound and how all of it seems to be pumping away from you, but then the stranger uses your body’s momentum to sling you around by your wrist. You stumble into the little alcove, tumbling against the gold-velvet curtain and the exposed brick behind you — steadied only when the stranger catches you firmly by the hips, claws pricking you right through the satin in a way that makes your thighs clench unexpectedly.
Your breath catches at the strength of his palms. You hadn’t realized how strong he was when he’d been guiding you through the dancers and drunks — probably because you’d been so eager to follow — but the way he manages the imbalance of your body despite his low vantage point has your eyes widening as he crowds you back against the brick. Your shoulderblades and spine hit the rough surface bruisingly, and the wall scrapes against your skin, stinging. The stairs and the wall and the curtain — the back of the speakers — all muffle the noise of the club, but you’re still close enough to the stage that you can feel the music: thudding, thunderous — vibrating your collarbone and lungs.
Elsewhere, too.
The stranger stares up at you, eyes still flashing like dark grenadine and stoplights in the flakes of spinning light. He stands in the opening of the curtain and the staircase, and you can see the haze of people and glitter and sound behind him, spangled with the reflections off of cocktail glasses, and prisms of iolite and topaz and opal. You lift your right hand to press against the underside of the steps, and your left to brace against one of the load-bearing columns that hold up the loft. The brick must be gray, but it looks blue in this light, rough and scraping against your back.
“You sure, doll?” He’s not yelling, but you can tell he has to raise his voice so you can hear him.
You reply only by licking your lips and taking a breath to steady yourself, then dropping your hands to your sides. You curl your fingers into the tight, gleaming black satin of your dress, and inch it slowly up your thighs.
You don’t take your eyes off his.
He doesn’t look away either — not even as his hand reaches out, slow and tense. He pauses, and then taps his fingers lightly against your inner thigh. It’s meant to be a question, you think — but you oblige immediately, wiggling the skirt hem higher, widening your legs so he can slip in deeper between them. Closer. You can feel the warm, smooth calluses of his fingers and the prickle of his claws as they slide between your thighs, the side of his palm brushing against the gauzy-thin fabric over your cunt — thumb suddenly offering a single, deft stroke between your folds to nudge against your clothed clit. You jolt, every muscle suddenly locking, core turning absolutely molten — dripping right into the sheer panel of swiss-dot lace between your thighs.
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