Press Your Space Face Close To Mine, Love
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Rock 'N' Rollin' Bitch For You by grocketinmypocket
Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
28 Aug 2014
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Peter gaped up at Rocket, mentally connecting the dots. "You wanna fuck me so no else tries to?"
"Ya think you'd be better off with some of these assholes in here? At least me and Groot will do it without hurtin' ya -- some of these freaks in here would rather slit yer throat and fuck yer --"
"Okay, wow, if this is your idea of seduction then I don't know what to tell you, man."
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Put Your Ray Gun To My Head by grocketinmypocket
Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
30 Aug 2014
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Peter's sleep was deep, perfect, and dreamless. He would have probably slept for a day or more, but woke in the pitch darkness of midnight to a familiar, heavy sensation on his chest. Rocket. His whiskers were tickling Peter's face, and tears were dripping hotly onto Peter's face and neck, but Peter stayed completely still, still like there was a venomous wasp on his cheek, because above the soft sound of Rocket sobbing, he heard the whine of one of his own pistols charging.
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Don't Fake It Baby, Lay The Real Thing On Me by grocketinmypocket
Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (2014)
02 Sep 2014
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Peter privately thought -- and would not divulge this information even upon pain of death because if Rocket knew that he thought this, he would actually kill him, like, literally murder him for real, and they would never find the body -- that Rocket in Rocket-sized pajama bottoms and t-shirt was possibly the most adorable goddamn thing he'd ever seen. He was like a real-life Disney character, if Disney characters were allowed to be thuggish, violent ex-cons, shoot people, drink, swear, and be a bossy, mean top with a filthy mouth in bed.
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Keep Your 'Lectric Eye On Me, Babe by grocketinmypocket
Fandoms: Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies)
09 Oct 2014
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"What are you doing?" Drax asked calmly, while Gamora watched Peter slowly take Rocket's cock out of his mouth and lower him from his shoulder to be cradled against Peter's chest, shielding him from their view from the waist down.
"Quill's suckin' my cock, what's it to you?" Rocket snarled.
"Sex pollen," Peter said. "Groot is sick and he's barfing up sex pollen. You have about ten minutes of rational thought left, now that you're in here. Enjoy it."
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