"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..."

[🎨 - gerrkk]

"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...!"

// alright first other account is back up! please go and follow if you would 🙏 star fox and smash bros muses to the front of the line please

// the slow slow grind of remaking my accounts here ... 😮‍💨

"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..."

// felt, incredibly anxious, stressed and somehow also horny has been my perpetual mood too lately

Show him some of that throbbing, hot shot!

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!"

c'mere!!

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."

Beware of Raccoon

// 👀

// missing my splinter tmnt account rn i want do be the rat dilf again

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' -- ?!"

"Well -- don't get me wrong. Got plenty of good stuff. Firearms. Explosives. Lots of credits. But that's a small price for saving the whole flarkin' -- "

-- he blinks. Noticing his wrist device getting a lot -- A LOT -- of notifications. Before seeing the account blink out. "...what the."

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...

// gimme

"Pshh --"

Rocket chuckles and shakes his head. "Crush, huh? Nice t' finally get the admiration I deserve."