"𝗔𝘄, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹..." 🚀 Rocket Raccoon 🚀 Lewd Focus / Literate 🚀 21+ Writer 🚀 #MVRP / #LewdRP "𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆..."

"Back first, for sure." Rocket huffs and flops onto his front. Cradling his head in his arms. Shifting his bushy tail aside; showing off his curvy form -- and his especially curvy rear. "Hurry it up, would ya'? Trying to get the most out of this vacation day..."

"Flark, I've been needing a break..." Seems he's enjoying one of this planet's nude beaches! Rocket eyes the reader. Smirking. "Hey -- why don't ya' make yourself useful and come rub some lotion on my fur? 'stead of just sitting there gawking like an idiot..."

"Flark, I've been needing a break..." Seems he's enjoying one of this planet's nude beaches! Rocket eyes the reader. Smirking. "Hey -- why don't ya' make yourself useful and come rub some lotion on my fur? 'stead of just sitting there gawking like an idiot..."

"𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘅𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 -- -- 𝘄𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗲?"

"I -- mnm! -- f-fine, smartass, just -- ngh -- !" -- as much as he wants to argue, the thief's words become more and more true with each thrust. His curvy form rocked with the motions. Rutting his hips back to meet Sly. "Mm -- ! Flark..."

"Alright, alright -- go on and get a whiff then, heh..."

"Ugh this damn Terran holiday is the WORST!" Rocket takes a long swig of booze. "Quill said it's all about love and all that scut, but he won't quit complaining about his exes! Gamora, this. Kitty Pryde, that. Ugh...!"

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"Mmm...!" Rocket growls out his satisfaction between tightly-clenched teeth. Shuddering under him. Bottoming out in an instant; rutting those curvy hips back to meet him. Groaning. Grunting below him. "Mnm -- d-don't get too big of a head now, just -- I ain't complaining, either..." he huffs.

While Rocket's far too proud to put it in those words himself, Sly isn't too far off. His whole body seems tense and eager. Shakes and shudders arching up and down his curvy form, again and again. He moans outright when he ruts into him. Bucking his hips back. "F-flark -- mnmm -- !"

"Flark -- all these Earthlings do since I got involved in this Quantum Entanglement business is complain about how much healing and assistance they need from my tech!" Rocket huffs and shakes his head. "What're they gonna' expect next, huh? Me to suck their damn dicks or something?"

"It ain't -- something I go about telling everyone..." Rocket admits, in a flustered huff. Rolling his eyes playfully. Chuckling at the admittance. "Yeah? Good -- 'cause...I need it. Real' bad..." Flustered, shaky groans slip out of his mouth. Panting; slowly raising his hips to meet his tongue.

"Yeah? It's -- it's been minute, for sure. Glad I could find ya' though -- 'specially when I get all -- ngh! -- a-all like this..." Rocket shudders at the warm press of his tongue. Groaning deeply; spreading his legs and lifting his tail flat along his back. "F-fuck...mmm..."

Rocket is all hot and heavy from a successful -- but really dangerous -- mission. Still riding the adrenaline. His uniform is completely torn; he's panting as he steps into the club. Taking a sip of his drink. The lemon clutched in his teeth. "See something ya' like, handsome?"

"Pshh -- can't flarkin' help it -- ! Damn heat state got me in a -- a damn rut...!" Rocket practically growls between his teeth. Shuddering at the thick press of his tip against his hot hole. Arching his curvy hips back; grinding against him. Rocket's whole body seems tense. Eager. Needy. "Mm!"

Rocket flashes a toothy grin over his shoulder. Licking his lips; sighing and shifting his bushy tail aside. Giving him the full view of that curvy rear -- and the tight, hot hole at its center. "Looks like ya' got something on your mind..." Rocket chuckles. "C'mon -- don't got all day, hot stuff."

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Plus, for all his modifications, Rocket is still mostly a raccoon. That bodes well for a Cooper heir of some kind. Right...? Rocket himself isn't too bothered. Not with the heavy heat he's in right now. Practically growling. "Just -- fuck me already, would ya' -- ?!"

Rocket is a genetic mishmash made by twisted scientists. His biology and physiology are entirely unique. If he gets turned on enough, he can potentially enter a potent heat state. And from there? Well -- cum inside him enough and you might just knock him up. And he might just let you...

Well -- Rocket needs to be in a pretty worked up state. But isn't he always? His libido has always been very active... Maybe just the right introduction.

Rocket is a genetic mishmash made by twisted scientists. His biology and physiology are entirely unique. If he gets turned on enough, he can potentially enter a potent heat state. And from there? Well -- cum inside him enough and you might just knock him up. And he might just let you...

Rocket chuckles against his length. Raising a brow; huffing out a shaky breath. "-- last thing I've ever been is shy..." Rocket promises. Leaning back inward -- and taking his first few inches into the tight warmth of his muzzle.

Rocket lets out a growl, glancing up to him with narrowed eyes, but it's more for show. "Guess that's my cue then, huh...?" Rocket shifts his head closer. Working both hands near his base; tilting his head inward to drag his tongue along the curve of his length. "Mm..."

Rocket leans closer. Practically between his legs -- as he eyes him with shameless attention. Tail swishing back and forth as he watches -- practically shivering at the weighty slap against his own palm. "...don't know about 'master', but -- definitely not the worst dick I've ever seen."

"Not this dick. Know who made this -- and they're a complete asshole." Rocket rolls his eyes. "Thanks 'dick master' -- ya' gonna' show me that cock and let me gauge how true the name is...?"

"First man? Ya' one of those Earthlings?" Rocket licks over his lips. "Yeah? Think I'll be the judge of that. Name's Rocket."

He smirks even wider. Tail swaying behind him -- a give away of his clear interest. "Oh yeah..."

"That's an understatement." He flashes a taunting, toothy smirk. "...doesn't mean it looks bad though, big guy."

Listen, when you're alone and deep in space like ol' Rocket here, sometimes just can't get off until that XXL Chance hits DEEP. . . . Btw I-- I mean he-- will sponsor dildos if you send them to me-- I mean him -- for free, and totally not swing them around like swords, kthxbye.-

Rocket is all hot and heavy from a successful -- but really dangerous -- mission. Still riding the adrenaline. His uniform is completely torn; he's panting as he steps into the club. Taking a sip of his drink. The lemon clutched in his teeth. "See something ya' like, handsome?"

Rocket's been drinking. Another completed mission with the Guardians means another night of celebration. Now he's on one of the long couches near the back of the club -- completely naked and grinning. Looks like he only has one question for the reader who finds him there...

"Happy Earth New Years to all ya' celebrating on that backwards, dirtball planet. Don't forget that its the Guardians to thank for your planet even surviving to have a new year. So don't be a bunch of ingrates, alright?" He blows the party horn Quill got him, between his sharp teeth.

"Happy Earth New Years to all ya' celebrating on that backwards, dirtball planet. Don't forget that its the Guardians to thank for your planet even surviving to have a new year. So don't be a bunch of ingrates, alright?" He blows the party horn Quill got him, between his sharp teeth.

Rocket groans as he wakes up. When the Avengers had asked them to a holiday party on Earth, he didn't think it'd get this wild! There's scattered bottles around him. Music playing faintly in the distance. And Rocket himself is completely nude, except for a Santa hat dangling on his head. "Ugh..."

Rocket's been drinking. Another completed mission with the Guardians means another night of celebration. Now he's on one of the long couches near the back of the club -- completely naked and grinning. Looks like he only has one question for the reader who finds him there...

Rocket groans as he wakes up. When the Avengers had asked them to a holiday party on Earth, he didn't think it'd get this wild! There's scattered bottles around him. Music playing faintly in the distance. And Rocket himself is completely nude, except for a Santa hat dangling on his head. "Ugh..."

"Yeah, I -- I guess it's not too bad. This whole...holiday thing. Guess Earth got some things right..." Rocket chuckles and shrugs.

"Oh -- now this part I like. The gifts. 'specially the boozy kind. You Earthlings got that part right, at least." Rocket takes a deep gulp. Sighing in satisfaction. "Mm..."

"These 'holidays' you're all on about is an Earth thing -- I'm not even from Earth..." Rocket mumbles. He shifts and smirks in his new placement. Resting his hands on his shoulder; moving the ball from his hat out of his face. "Guess it's not the worst, though. People seem t' be in a good mood."

His ears twitch. "Wh -- hey -- !" -- Rocket huffs as he's embraced from behind. Tail swaying. Sighing. "...hey big guy. Guess you're in -- how'd Quill put it? -- the holiday spirit too, huh...?"

"I still don't see why Quill always gets so nostalgic 'bout these Earth holidays -- every planet we go to has hundreds of traditions and customs and all that crap -- but...whatever." But he has to admit, he likes the ideas of some boozy eggnog and some gifts. Plus Groot looks nice all decorated.

"I gotcha' Tenn' -- don't 'cha worry..." Rocket grunts. Stroking him faster and faster. Working each inch of his length with the motions. Kissing along his abs, and rubbing his side with his other touch, as he glides again and again. Feeling his pre slicken his grip. "Mm..."

"Yeah? Ain't that the whole point?" he chuckles against him. Raising a brow. Flashing a sharp smirk. Kissing along his chest one final time, then leaning upward to meet his lips instead. Still stroking along him; pulling him out into the open and working his cock in slow rubs.

"Yeah? Ya' keep treating me this way, big guy, and ya' gonna' see it a lot more..." Rocket winks up to him. Already filling his plate with some slices and wings. Licking over his muzzle. Tail swaying back and forth -- clearly interested in the spread. And taking a heavy swig of beer. "Mmm..."

"Mmm..." Rocket shivers, rutting his hips up a bit into the stroking motions around his fuzzy orbs. Trying to keep his attention focused on his task; working through the fuel systems and giving them a final check over for any damages.

"What I outta' do is -- is make ya' wait for it, since ya' couldn't listen, but -- ngh! -- ya' lucky I'm -- I'm damn pent-up today -- !" Rocket growls as he slips inside him. Rutting those fuzzy hips back; tail twitching above. Gasping. Grunting. Bucking back to take more and more of him inside.

That's for sure. Rocket can feel the sheer excess trickling down the curve of his thick rear to dampen along his thighs. Tail twitching above. Shaking his head. A low growl. His form still rocking with the residual sensations. "Mmm. You're lucky you're a handsome bastard, Cooper..."