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emeraldmoka05 · 1 year
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GOTG 3
Am I the only one who is super obsessed with Peter's constant statements of Rocket being his Best Friend? Like, it's been obvious they're close throughout the series but this kind of solidifies just how important Rocket is to Peter.
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And Peter sobbing when Rocket almost dies and then comes back to life hit me so hard, and him hugging Rocket ugh I can't with them 💜
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pixiexdusts-world · 8 months
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Incorrect quote
Y/n: Peter and I are having a baby.
Rocket: That’s gre-
Y/n, slamming adoption papers on the table: It’s you, sign here.
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astrolionking · 1 year
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Rocket and Peter were true soulmates and vol3 proved it
​platonic or not you cannot tell me they weren’t meant for each other.
Personally, I ship them and I believe Rocket is in love with Peter but doesn’t know how to say it and Peter loves him back but doesn’t understand his feelings quite yet
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nattyjae · 8 months
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"Why didn't Daddy and Pete buy us anything?"
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nerdy-and-dedicated · 9 months
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Okay, so this happened. I have no regrets or shame. If you want to make your own the site I used is below.
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bbasmos · 2 months
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A Case of the Swirly's (And The Blue Balls) - Roquill fic (Post-Endgame).
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A Collab of B.B. Asmodeus and Inubaki.
Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1, 2, Avengers: Infinity War/Endgame, Thor: Love & Thunder.
Main pairing: Rocket Raccoon/Peter Quill (Star-Lord).
Rating: Adult, for explicit sex.
Spoilers: Avengers: IW/Endgame, Thor: Love & Thunder, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 1-2, Thor: Love & Thunder.
Synopsis: It all started with his rut. No, scratch that. It all started when Rocket was passing the common room and caught sight of Quill fussing with his ridiculous hair on the reflection of the coffee machine.
Special Dedication:
Happy Birthday, @nerdy-and-dedicated! Also, I want to thank @shelbyinubakilee for collaborating with me, it's always a pleasure to write Roquill smut on Discord with you!
Special warnings: English isn't my 1st language, although Inubaki was wonderful enough to be my beta, if there are more orthographic errors, please let me know to correct them.
All right now let's continue with the fun!
Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3
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raccoonfallsharder · 1 month
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ever imagine rocket raccoon wearing his dad-glasses in a perfect slice-of-life au smut fic? by which i mean wouldn’t it be nice if someone could just fuck rocket’s brains out till his glasses fall off and he doesn’t even have to worry about blowing up living planets or killing mad titans?
enter petra quill once again
(this is my advertisement for @hibatasblog’s amazing fic, Professor R Raccoon or How Rocket Got His Groove Back. hot, highly-communicative smut complete with both consent & shredded silk stockings, and rocket just feeling good)
be 18+ and all that friends
and please leave comments & kudos because this writer more than deserves them ♡
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aliasrocket · 11 months
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Genuinely contemplating accepting Quill x reader fic requests … or even Roquill fics because apparently Tumblr thinks that’s what is hip with my ao3 these days
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otaku-babu-vibes · 11 months
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saw guardians of the galaxy 3 and I saw some ship art of rocket and Peter... I just find it, interesting.... not one I've thought about...
I do have a hard time shipping characters from live action, tbh... I know it's based off a comic, but I've only watched the movies... soooo...
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Y/N: *walking into the room while yawning and stretching* Hey, guys. How’s it going?
Rocket: Where the hell have you been?
Y/N: Sleeping… why?
Gamora: Well, you’ve been sleeping these past two days straight, then
Y/N: Wow… I’m going back to sleep
Peter: *walking in and slamming the door* YOU’VE BEEN ASLEEP?!?! FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS?!?!
Peter: *angrily charging at Y/N* I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD
Y/N: OH SHIT-
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messymindpalace · 1 year
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Quill realizing that in a way what he was doing to Gamora was similar to what The High Evolutionary did to Rocket aka trying to change someone into something that he thought was better (in this case, trying to make this Gamora into the one he loved without taking into account who she actually is) and seeing how cruel and hurtful it is and then just accepting that his Gamora really died and that this new Gamora is her own person...
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countlessimagines · 1 year
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New Guy Around [ Adam Warlock x Reader ]
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!!!!!! GOTG VOLUME 3 SPOILERS!!!!!
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Summary: While helping rebuild Nowhere, you get to know the man who tried to kill your friends.
A/N: I’ve loved Will Poulter since I was 13 so of course I would fall in love with Adam Warlock <3 also my apologies for this kind of being small, my future imagines of him will definitely be longer! Enjoy for now though loves!!
MASTERLIST LINK
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It was a normal day for you when you began to talk to Adam; wake up to little raccoons climbing all over you, eating breakfast with Rocket and Groot, and helping Drax with the kids.
It usually consisted of Drax translating what they’re saying while you tried to get them settled into new homes with people willing to take them in.
And as usual, Adam would stroll around like a lost puppy trying to figure out what to do for the day. While he made himself useful by going person to person, today he looked more confused than ever.
You still weren’t on the best terms with him, despite the rest of the guardians giving him a second chance. It didn’t help that they told you what he was trying to do before they rescued him.
With a deep sigh, you let Drax deal with the children for the day and walked over to Adam.
“Do you need something to do?” You asked him and he seemed a bit startled that you were actually talking to him.
“Uh, yes?” Adam said and immediately began to follow behind you as you made your way to your small apartment. It had been destroyed pretty badly in the fight, and you could use all the help you could get into repairing it back to normal.
While your place was livable, it still needed something to make it more of a home.
You let Adam in and instructed him on fixing one of the walls with many holes in it. He got right to work and was pretty silent the whole time. Meanwhile, you straightened up your work desk littered with plants, pots, soil, and little figurines you built for the children.
“Can I ask you a question?” Adam said, taking you out from your little flow of organizing.
You hummed a yes and waited for whatever question he was going to say. You honestly weren’t in the mood for a conversation, though.
“For all those plants on your desk, you sure don’t decorate this place enough.”
You turned sharply to him, wondering why it was relevant to ask such a thing. “Maybe if the people you had been working for hadn’t ruined my place, I would be able to put things up by now. But no, I have to fix it first.”
“All I’m saying is a flower on your table would suffice.” Adam shrugged and began to work again.
You rolled your eyes and continued to replant some of the white flowers you knew Groot loved. “If you must know I gift these flowers to people I care about.”
Adam stood up from the ground and walked over to your desk. “Will I get one of them?” He was teasing you with a smile and a question you knew was a joke.
“Maybe one day if you don’t mess it up for yourself,” you said and glanced up at him. He was significantly taller than you, and it wasn’t until now that you noticed how close he was. “And maybe, just maybe if I forgive you for trying to kill my friends.”
Adam nodded and promptly began to work again. “I will win you over.”
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Then it became normal for Adam to arrive every morning at your door to help repair the rest of your apartment.
While he worked, you would either tend to your plants or build figurines for the children. It kept both of you busy and eventually a comfortable silence would fall between the two of you. Well, besides Rocket blasting music over the speakers.
Adam would often go to your desk, do a little nod of approval at what you were creating, then go back to working. You would tend to sneak looks at him, thinking he didn’t notice but he always did.
You hated to admit that you found the golden man attractive, and fought against the thoughts that plagued your mind about him. You didn’t want to get close to him… yet.
Adam was very helpful and extremely nice to you, and you could tell he was trying to make up for his past transgressions. You felt bad for being an ass to him, and one day you tried to make up for it. You made him a figurine of his pet that always seemed to find its way to him.
You had left it at his apartment one night and thought nothing of it, expecting nothing in return.
It was the weekend now, and Adam tended to only help on weekdays, so you didn’t expect to wake up to him at your door. He was holding something behind his back, but you didn’t ask any questions.
“Oh, um, good morning?” You said sleepily, still in pajamas.
“I wanted to stop by to say thank you for my gift.” Adam smiled and you noticed he had placed it in the pocket of his shirt.
“Of course, it was my way of saying thank you for all the help.” You did a small smile in return.
Adam shifted on his feet and pulled out a small daisy from behind his back. “I, uh, picked this for you. I know it’s not much but you always gift flowers to people so I thought you deserved one yourself.”
You grinned happily and accepted the flower with a thank you. The tiny flower meant the world to you and Adam seemed ecstatic to give it to you.
“That’s the first ever gift I’ve given someone.” Adam looked so innocent and sad when he said that, almost as if his history did haunt him.
“It’s lovely.” You gave him a hug which took him by surprise but he gladly wrapped his arms around you.
“I was wondering if you’d like to…” Adam’s words trailed off in confusion, not finding the word he needed.
“Go on a date?” You helped him out, knowing exactly what he meant.
“Yes, that,” he said with his dorky smile and awaited your answer.
“I would love that.” You smiled brightly at him, delighted that Adam ended up being a sweet person beneath all the gold.
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shutupcrime · 1 year
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Guardians of the Galaxy is the story of a Racoon who flies a space ship and it had me sobbing on the floor.
It’s about outcasts, overcoming abuse, learning to love yourself and those around you.
It’s about forgiveness and guilt and family.
It’s about all the ludicrous little details surrounding life that make it bearable.
It’s about the greatest Racoon you will ever encounter and it’s a masterpiece.
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astrolionking · 1 year
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Roquill children!!
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Bonus: Rocket in a cute small dress that he wears after he semi-retires from the Guardians so he can care for his baby girls.
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nattyjae · 8 months
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Look it up, baby raccoons actually do this.
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nerdy-and-dedicated · 11 months
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Come And Get Your Love (Roquill Fanfic)
So this came about after a conversation I had with my bestie @inubaki91. It does contain spoilers for GOTG3, so keep that in mind. Anyway, I hope you like it.
Rating: Teen
Peter sat on the roof, staring up at the night sky. He found himself doing this a lot lately, hoping that a certain someone would land in the yard. Each time Quill would wait until one in the morning and be met with the same disappointment. The man understood that his super hot boyfriend was busy saving the galaxy but still wished he had found the time to visit. It was approaching eleven, and Peter considered calling it an early night. Rocket hadn’t shown up for the past two months, so why should this time be any different? Still, Peter waited, despite his gut telling him it was pointless. Quill remained for two more hours before making his way down the ladder. After putting it away, he headed back towards the house and saw the most heavenly sight. Leaning against the sliding backdoor was his boyfriend dressed in his guardians’ uniform. The man couldn’t contain himself as he ran up to Rocket and scooped him up in his arms. As tears fell from his eyes, Peter kissed the raccoon deeply. When they pulled away, Quill rested their foreheads together and smiled.
  “Take it you missed me, Baby Boo?”
 “You have no idea.”
 “I’m sorry. I wanted to visit sooner, but our latest assignment was a pain in the ass.”
 “I get it, Rocky. It just means you have to make it up to me.” Pete flirted.
 “Oh~ And how can I do that?”
  Peter just smirked as he carried his fluffy raccoon to his room. He closed the door before laying Rocket down on the bed. He leaned over him and passionately kissed his boyfriend. Quill wanted to take this lovingly slow as he didn’t know when Rocket would return. Despite how impatient he knew the raccoon could be, the man wanted to savour the moment. Peter moaned softly, feeling Rocket claw at his scalp and grind against him. The man looked down at his boyfriend and smiled wider. The racoon looked so adorable underneath him. He honestly couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have Rocket in his life. Peter never thought he would experience this kind of happiness, especially after Gamora. Yet here he was, making out with the most amazing person ever. Rocket was there for him during his darkest moment and cared for him during so many drunken nights. He really didn’t deserve him.
  “Petey, you’re staring again.” Rocket moaned.
 “Can’t help it. You’re just that handsome.”
 “If you think I’m that handsome, why don’t you hurry up and fuck me?”
 Peter gave Rocket a quick kiss. “With pleasure.”
 🦝💕🌟
 To say Peter was sore would be a bit of an understatement. While it was definitely the good kind, he had to remind Rocket to file down his claws for next time. Quill didn’t need to see his back to know what kind of state it was in. The man honestly forgot how wild the raccoon could get in bed and was surprised they didn’t wake his grandpa from the amount of noise they made. The man turned to the sleeping Rocket and watched him for a few minutes. It was honestly nice to see the raccoon so peaceful and relaxed. Peter stroked his boyfriend’s cheek and kissed his forehead before collecting his pyjamas and showering. After getting cleaned up, Pete examined the damage done to him. As suspected, his upper back was covered in scratches, with his shoulders and neck littered with bites and hickeys. Getting dressed in his clothes, Pete hoped that his grandpa didn’t notice the state of his exposed skin. He headed towards the kitchen and was greeted by said man in the small dining area. Jason had already gotten out all he needed for his usual breakfast.
  “Mornin’ Pete. Sleep well?”
 “I guess so….”
 “Another late night?”
 Peter nodded as he sat down and poured himself a bowl of Corn Pops.
 “I know you’re a grown man, but please try to go to bed earlier. I don’t like seein’ the bags under your eyes.”
 “I’ll try, but no guarantees.”
  Peter appreciated his grandpa’s concern for his well-being, but it was necessary. The man had more pressing matters to worry about, especially with his old age. Still, it was great that he cared. The two men sat in comfortable silence for a bit, just enjoying each other presence. Quill took a few bites of his cereal before Jason spoke.
  “Shirley from next door wants to know if you can mow her lawn today.”
 “I can, but why can’t Michael do it?”
 “Don’t know, didn’t ask.”
 “I mean, if she needs help mowing her lawn, I’ll do it, but I kinda feel like her son should help.”
 “Don’t get me started, okay?”
 Peter put another spoonful in his mouth. “Well, now I kinda want to know…”
 “Know about what, Baby Boo?”
  Quill froze as he watched his boyfriend climb onto the third chair and steal his breakfast. Rocket was dressed in nothing but Peter’s grey T-shirt. Well, it was more like a nightgown than a shirt on the raccoon, but still adorable regardless. When his brain started working again, he turned towards his grandpa, who was just staring at the anthropomorphic animal across from him.
 “Take a picture. It’ll last longer, old man.”
 “Rocket, be nice.”
 “Hard to be when it’s morning and your cereal sucks.”
 “There’s a trash can outside if you’d prefer that,” Jason mumbled.
 “Sorry, the only trash I like to eat is your grandson.”
 “Oh my god, Rocket!!” Peter exclaimed. “Stop!!”
  Quill really didn’t want to have this kind of conversation so early in the morning. Or in front of his grandfather. Yet the old man had remained entirely calm throughout the whole interaction. At least it seemed that way when Jason folded his paper and left the table. Peter thought that was the end of it until he heard his grandfather call out from the living room.
  “Just make sure the sheet are clean by midday. I don’t want this house smelling like sex.”
 “You heard us?”
 “Pete, the whole neighbourhood heard you. I just wished you had introduced me to your weird boyfriend before I did.”
 The younger man chuckled nervously. “We were trying to be quiet.”
 “Didn’t sound like it,” Jason stated.
 Rocket started laughing.
 “Next time, we’re doing it on the ship.”
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