The zoo was a ghost town. There were only a few employees roaming around with one barley awake by the ticket counter. You weren't too surprised since you and Henry had chosen to come as soon as they opened on a weekday.
It was an impulse decision, made after a sleepless night- both of you curled up in bed yet still awake.
"I wanna show you something," was all he murmured before he was up and getting dressed.
You followed without question, rubbing your bleary eyes and shuffling around to find some pants.
You put together that he wanted to show you the walruses- his favorite animal- after he didn't get off at any of your usual bus stops. He'd told you about how he trips to the zoo when he was younger and how he used to press his face and hands up against the glass.
He was older now though, his hand now intertwined with yours and face a polite distance from the panes separating you and him from the animals inside.
You both watch the walruses swim, gliding through the dark blue waters lazily.
"My therapist compared me to a zoo animal," Henry tells you suddenly, cracking the silence and abruptly inviting you into a conversation.
"She- What?" you can't help the surprised laugh that escapes your mouth, you look over at him, bathed in blue lighting.
He just shrugs, smiling faintly, "She said I was like an animal in the zoo.. pacing circles around its enclosure. Trapped somewhere its not supposed to be."
"Did she say that before or after you told her about the walruses?" You tease.
"Would you believe me if I said before?" he laughs now too- a sweet, childish giggle that makes your heart flutter.
You admire him until your shared laughter dies down. Then choosing to rest your head against his shoulder as the two of you stare up at the shifting blue waters and gentle giants cruising around inside.
The rest of the afternoon is uneventful. You and Henry go through the motions of class, then come home to your shared apartment to ignore homework and nap on the couch. It'd been a good day.
Yet what Henry confessed during your early morning field trip circles around and around in your mindā¦ Until eventually, you figure there's no harm in bringing it up.
"We should go somewhere.. out of the city, maybe upstate," you tell him, not raising your head from where you lay against his chest.
"Is this because of the zoo animal thing?" he stops rubbing circles on your back, his hand slipping out from under your shirt. "Yeah," you look up to face him now, "We gotta get you outta here.. don't want you to be trapped."
"I'm not trapped. Not when I'm with you," He pushes back some stray strands of hair to kiss your forehead reassuringly.
"Stillā¦" you stuff your face into his neck, "Don't you wanna go see walruses with me?"
"Like out in the wild?" he goes back to idley rubbing patterns on your skin.
"Mhm."
"I think the closest place we could is Alaska."
"Lets go then," you yawn.
"It's gonna be cold," He whispers.
"You'll keep me warm." You answer, nuzzling into his skin, letting sleep envelop you again.
crippling migraine but iām thinking about julian.
his silence and his empty eyes and his plain clothes, his plain tshirts with the collars and sleeves cut loose, his cuffed jeans ā theyāre markedly too long; heās 6ā1ā, how are they too long? does he buy them himself and just not care what size he is, were they bought years ago by crystal intentionally missized, are they hand-me-downs? ā and his well-worn boots, tied tight.
thinking about him ordering at street food places in muttered thai, eternally imperfect pronunciation because he doesnāt speak enough to practice, and perching alone hunched on a wall to eat with the stray dogs gathered around him, passing them each a bite for every one of his own.
thinking about him getting a brutal gash through his brow stitched up in the empty gym without pain meds ā he wouldāve left it, it was his fault for not dodging fast enough, but it was gaping, and blood kept getting in his eye ā and then staring listlessly at his reflection for hours months later, at the scar it left slit through his eyebrow. him sitting on the phone with crystal and letting her say whatever she wants, stolid and silent as she berates and insults him. sitting in a hotel room with crystal and letting her do whatever she wants, empty and obedient. sometimes sheāll hold him afterwards.
does he have a favourite movie or song. does he even know his own favourite colour. does he ever think about what he likes or dislikes at all, or is he so deeply ingrained with the thought that it doesnāt matter. itās never made a difference, what he likes or doesnāt like, so why think about it at all.
I hc driver as agender purely for the joke of āI donāt sit in while youāre running it down. I donāt carry a gun. I donāt have a gender. I drive.ā
He comes home to you, covered in soot, in his tight navy fire department shirt and his heavy pants
He kicks his dirty boots off before even coming inside, instantly on the prowl to find you and once he does he's pulling you into a kiss that takes your breath away, pulling you up into his strong arms as he apologizes if he smells like smoke or gets you dirty from the ash on him
He somehow convinces you to pull yourself away from dinner, or laundry, or your book, whatever you were doing to come shower with him because "I need help getting all this off me, sweetheart. I don't want to miss a spot."
It's hardly a second before he has you up in his arms, pressing you against the cold tile of the shower as he fucks you breathless
All of your friends complain about their boyfriends or husbands not being able to satisfy them, you're not sure if it's the size of Lars, the curve, or if he just works pure magic but he never fails to make you shake and fall apart in his arms each time
Especially when it's mid day, he has yet to be called in and he's fully standing up, all 6'1 of him as he has you pinned to the wall, his head between your thighs
After you both cum he's more focused on you, wiping your teary eyes and shampooing your hair, if it's a late night he'll whisper to you that he already took care of dinner and it should be on the door step by the time you're dressed, if he's not too handsy
After dinner he's going to take you back upstairs, make you cum again, fuck you into the mattress as he whispers to about how much he wants to fuck a baby into you while he keeps eye contact with you or kisses you speechless
Either way it ends in your limbs tangled around each other, him sleeping, holding you close, each time you stir in your sleep he presses a little kiss to you š«¶
RYLAND GRACE WAKING UP ON THE HAIL MARY LIGHT YEARS AWAY FROM EARTH. with long hair and a beard and without his glasses or silly graphic tees but one of the first things he does is run an experiment/recognize an atomic resolution scanning electron microscope. thatās my freaking scientist.
One of my coworkers looks kinda like Ryan (specifically Ken/Luke) anyway I asked him about his tattoos and in response he just fully lifted his shirt for me to see. Anyway I still think about that and it gives me major Luke vibes. I have no clue why Iām mentioning this but I need to tell someone about it lol. ok bye. Sorry for rambling.
No that's hot
Asking Luke about one of his tattoos and he strips down to his briefs to show you them and next thing you know he's fucking you from behind....
when grace masturbates/humps his bed he also goes "please please please" like he's asking for him to be relieved by someone else even if it's his hand/sheets that's doing the work
i don't have a single normal thing to say about this at all
hashtag threesome where healys fucking you from the back and youāre trying to suck march off but you just canāt when jackson is hitting all the right spots so march gets impatient and starts fucking your throat yeah
something about driverās identity, down to his very name, being entirely dependent on his use to other people. to everyone in his life, heās just that guy who drives. but around Irene and Benecio he has this idea that he could be more than that. he could be the guy who protects. the guy who cares. the guy who provides. and then in the end, to Irene, heās none of those things. heās the guy who smashed someoneās head in, never mind why. heās reduced just to the violence that lives inside him that he canāt seem to escape from.
I know itās dystopian future but Iām thinking of an expensive pet abandoned by a wealthy asshole. K wants to leave it behind heās already on the run, but he sees the mud matted fur and sad eyes and canāt help but see a kindred spirit.
Bathing the cat goes middlingly well. But as soon as itās dry itās literally eating out of his hand and curling up on his chest.
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Heād be like one of those reluctant cat dads who end up treating the cat like their own child.
This cat really doesnāt want to leave after K's bathed and dried her, and heās very unsure at first because surely he's not fit to own a pet or look after anything living for that matter ā but sheās staring at him with those big round eyes and he feels something like warmth and comfort spread through him.
It all proves easier than he imagined when he begins to go with it, but still, itās very jarring. The cat seems to really like him and he wonders if she just doesnāt realise what he is. If she did, she wouldn't still be here, he's sure. But she proves him wrong time and time again - she doesnāt care, she can sense heās empty inside like she was, and they begin to complete each other in a very cosy, familiar way that just works.
After a few days he names her Kat (with a K!), spends his evenings with her curled up in his lap and gets her a little bed set up even though she falls asleep on him every night ā he tries to tuck her in but she eventually finds her way into his bed every time. He always kisses her goodnight and she purrs in her sleep when he wraps a blanket around her. He looks forward to getting home just to see her.
K never thought this could work but ends up wondering how he spent so long without a little friend like this. And he smiles a lot more often now.
hi hi hi!! <3 iām such a lover of everything youāve done with rocktiz and just rocky in generalā¦ what a little freak from outer space i love a guy.
this might be a little out since iāve been infected by the Driver Bug but iāve been having thoughts ofā¦ hnnnhgghā¦ driver just wanting to nurse for comfort? likeeee i cannot put it into words but he just seems like the kind of sad wet cat guy who wants to curl up and just Suckle the bad thoughts away. lanky guy thatās like 80% legs curling up to you all arms wrapped, legs wrapped :( definitely doesnāt have anything to do with how much it would self soothe him and his oral fixation. i apologise for the details but i feel a bit like the drooling cat rn
still thank you so much for your bible of debauchery on here :} weāre yankin that thang all at once <33
thank you for your appreciation of my Rocky/Rocktiz filth as well š«£š«¶š» it's so fun and cool to know that there are like-minded people on here
more about Driver under the cut [MDNI]
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i feel like he'd be the type to want to cuddle naked, and this is when he'd ask ā shyly but directly ā if he can do a little more than the usual tonight... which involves his mouth latching onto either of your breasts. he'll have his arms enclosing your midsection, keeping you pressed up to him as he suckles on your skin; eyes closed, body pliant and devoid of tension.
you feel him humming into your skin as he swirls and prods with his tongue your nipple; every once in a while, too, he'd nip on you with his teeth. he's always careful when he does this, because as much as he wants to get lost in you, he also doesn't want you hurting. that's the thing with him ā his reflex to be caring towards someone who he has deemed important to him; his lack of complete selfishness, which manifests as his partial desire to also make this pleasurable for you. (he knows you'll be dripping by the time he's done with you; then it'll be your turn, but for now he takes his time for himself. he'll take care of you next)
he's not above leaving light hickeys all over your chest area, too. it's a discreet place; no one would see them except you and him. he'll kiss over each and every one when he's satiated with himself, before going through his customary trail that begins from your tummy up until your collarbone; a procession of gratitude for your benevolence :)
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