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bullet-prooflove · 3 months

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Can you do the prompt “Your love is like a soldier, loyal 'til you die” for Donovan Rocker?

Rocker has never doubted your loyalty, not for a single second.

This thing between the two of you may be casual but he knows you don’t have any intention of seeing anyone else, the same way that he doesn’t. Which is why he’s surprised when Stevens tells him you took home a Detective in the Robbery division the last night.

“Carter’s telling everybody what a wild time they had.” Stevens informs him as they change into their gym clothes. “It makes me want to punch him in the face.”

It makes Rocker want to punch the other man in the face too, because Carter, he’s lying. Rocker knows where you were last night, you were with him, wrapped up in his sheets, calling his name, coming on his cock. He can’t tell Stevens that because you’re keeping things low key for this exact reason.

You don’t want other cops thinking you’re an easy mark, that you’ll jump into bed with anyone of them. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are and all people will see when they look at you is the girl that fucked Carter, it makes Rocker’s blood boil.

He doesn’t manage to get you alone until much later on. You’re in the kitchen making coffee, when he leans against the work surface alongside if you, his arms crossed over his chest.

“There’s a rumour going around that you fucked David Carter.”

He sees your shoulders tense, you pause stirring your drink before you tilt your head towards him.

“He tried to buy me a drink at the bar last night.” You tell Rocker. “I told him I wasn’t interested…”

“And now he’s telling everyone you slept with him.” Rocker summarises.

He understands what happened. Carter isn’t used to being rejected and nailing you, one of LAPD’s only female SWAT officers would gain him a lot of kudos and back slaps. Rocker fucking hates it. The other man doesn’t give a shit about you or your reputation, he just wants to bolster his own.

“What do we do about this?” He asks you because Rocker, he likes to be proactive.

He wants to get in front of this, stop it in it’s tracks.

“I’ll take care of it.” You say quietly.

He opens his mouth to ask what that means but the two of you are interrupted by Luca.

It’s at the end of his shift he finds out about what happened. He’s been out on a call and returns to overhear Street and Tan discussing it as their switching out into civvies.

“She tore him a new one in front of his entire division.” Tan tells the other man. “It was brutal and epic.”

“How pathetic do you have to be to make up something like that?” Street says shaking his head. “I don’t know what was going through his head, she’s completely out of his league.”

Rocker finds the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. He should have known he didn’t need to worry about you or your reputation, you’ve handled it all on your own.

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#donovan rocker #donovan rocker x you #donovan rocker x reader #rocker #rocker x you #rocker x reader #swat #s.w.a.t cbs #s.w.a.t.

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oldfangirl81 · 12 days

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Fic Idea 911 x SWAT

These two are cousins.

Sergeant Donovan Rocker

Tommy Kinard

It gets discovered during a LAFD vs LAPD charity event.

At one point Street yells "I knew you were hitting on me!" when Buck kisses Tommy. Turns out it was a similar incident as the one with TK. And Eddie almost hurts something laughing at Buck's baffled face.

#fic prompt #911 abc #swat cbs #tommy kinard #donovan rocker #bucktommy

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kalamataolivesssss · 2 years

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Luca x female reader

Luca can’t help but fall in love with rockers best friend who shows up with him as his plus one so he just wasn’t alone,she seemed like a day of ray of sunshine with a handful of sarcastic comments.

But he was the only one to see when someone lit fireworks she had went inside having followed her to see she had her head behind her knees covering her ears, he’s heard hondo talking about it but he’s never seen ptsd until now when she realizes the girl he was falling for served alongside hondo

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I love this! This is my first submission so go easy on me. Thanks for the submission @gekzbs

Going to change a few things: Our gal of the hour won’t have served with Hondo in Somalia, I was thinking Iraq or Afghanistan to make her more around Rocker’s age group. I’m also going to have them meet at Deac and Annie’s Vow renewals. And the afterparty had fireworks? I just rewatched that episode so it’s fresh in my brain. And the gif is from that episode. Luca in that suit >>>>>>

Warnings: Talk/description of Combat PTSD, Mild language, bad grammar cause I don’t proofread.

Luca x Female Reader

This is the dress I was picturing our [yn] in.

Luca had just finished helping Chris tie on name cards to all the chairs at the venue when the first guests started to arrive. Tan showed up with his new girl for everyone to meet. Mumford was next, some other of the 50 David team, and Annie and Deacon’s friends from church started trickling into the venue. Luca, being Luca, hopped around from group to group, talking with everyone, checking in, and making jokes as always. His heart stopped for a moment as the ultimate babe walked in next to Rocker. All tanned skin wrapped in a butter yellow dress.

That’s not Rocker’s wife. Luca thought to himself.

Rocker must have said something dumb, cause next thing Luca saw was her punching his shoulder and laughing at him. Her laugh lit up her whole face, it was mesmerizing for Luca to see. He decided to approach the odd pair. “Whoa there Rocker, not smart to bring a woman who isn’t your wife around here. People might be asking questions.”

Rocker was too stunned to speak, while he was trying to stutter out a reply, the girl in question stepped in. “I’d chop his balls off if he so much as looked at another woman, don’t worry.” She held out her hand for Luca to shake, “my name is [y/n]”

She’s sassy too. I love it. He took her hand and shook it, “named Luca. What are you doing here with a scrub like Rocker?”

Rocker finally found the words to speak. “She’s a friend of mine and [wife’s name], she just moved here about 4 months ago. [wife’s name] couldn’t come today so she thought this would be a good opportunity to have her introduced to some of our other friends.”

Luca smiled, “the more the merrier. Welcome to the party. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well. Do you work in SWAT with Donovan?”

Donovan rolled his eyes, “Nah, he’s on the other squad. Not as badass as ours.”

“Oh hold up hold up, If my memory serves me right, it was 20 David that won the Dusk Till Dawn race, not 50 David.”

[y/n] tipped her head back and cackled, “oh that’s rich.”

Luca smiled at her, “So how did you guys meet?”

“I teach self defense classes downtown that [wife’s name] goes to. We hit it off and we’ve been buddies since then.”

Over Luca’s shoulder, Mumford was calling for Rocker, “Shit, do you wanna go with me or..?”

“Nah, I’ll stay here, I’ll find you later Donvan.”

“Alright, Luca, behave.”

Luca rolled his eyes and shoved Rocker in Mumford’s direction, “get out of here already.”

She chuckled, “he’s so full of it sometimes.”

“All the time.”

She beamed a smile, “you’re right, all the time.”

“So what got you into self-defense?”

[y/n] shrugged, “Friend of a friend was looking for a new instructor, so I decided to make the move. I’m going to school to get my health and wellness degree before moving on to something else. I just kind of go with the flow now.”

“That’s the best way to go. Come on, I want to introduce you to some people.” Luca put his hand on her back as they maneuvered through the crowd, the silky fabric running through his fingers. She was phenomenal, quick witted and could dish it as well as receive it when talking to Luca’s friends.

When they got to Hondo he remarked on a tattoo she had on her left forearm. “How long did you serve for?”

What the hell is Hondo going on about? Luca looked between [y/n] and Hondo, she smiled at Luca and showed him her left forearm. A black snake was traveling along her arm, with the head ending just before the bend of her elbow. On the serpent's back the words ‘This We’ll Defend’ curved with its body. The slogan for the US Army. “I got it after my second tour in Iraq along with the rest of my squad.”

“That’s a sick design you got there. How long did you serve?”

“I did three tours in total before calling it 10 months ago. I never wanted to make a career out of the Army.”

Hondo nodded, “I get that. Ever think of police work?”

She shook her head, “I respect what you guys do, it’s brutal. I’m looking for something different for myself.”

Deacon yelled above the crowd, “alright everyone, Annie and Jessica just got here. Places everyone.” Everyone got to their seats, Luca sat himself right beside [y/n] not wanting to leave her side.

He leaned over to her and whispered, “have you ever been to one of these before?”

“No, but I’m assuming they’re like any other ceremony.”

After Annie announced that she was pregnant with her and Deacon’s fourth child the crowd cheered. [yn] looked up at Luca, “not that I’m assuming doesn’t happen often.” Luca tipped his head back and laughed at that.

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The afterparty was a blast. The venue had the classics blasting and [yn] and Luca danced together for most of the night, too caught up in each other to notice the knowing smirks among the 20 and 50 david teams.

Near the end of the event someone made an announcement for a small firework show that would take place in the next five minutes. If Luca wasn’t glued to [yn’s] side, he would have missed her tensing up. She nudged his shoulder, “I think it’s time to pack it in, I should go find Donovan so I have a ride back into town.”

“It is getting pretty late. I’ll help you find him.” Sure he was disappointed that she had to leave, but he was revving himself up to ask for her number, or what gym she worked at so he could see her again. As they moved through the crowd, the bright smile [yn] had been wearing all night disappeared into a look of worry. Luca’s brows furrowed, “you all good?”

[yn] kept looking around, searching for Rocker with no luck. “I’m fine Luca, I just -”

BOOM

Luca’s head snapped around to see the bright gold fireworks light up the night sky and spiral out among the stars. When he turned back around toward [yn] he couldn’t find her.

Where did she go?

Luca moved quickly through the mass of people, looking for a slip of yellow when he ran into Rocker. “Shit Luca, what happened to ‘keep your head on a swivel’?”

“Have you seen [yn]? She disappeared when the fireworks started. She was looking for you.”

Rocker shook his head, “no, I’ll check out here, go check inside of the venue. I’ll text you if I find her.”

Nodding he went inside the venue, searching between tables and looking in all the open doors he found. He was really starting to get worried when he heard sniffling coming from the last door. Approaching it slowly, Luca put his ear to the wall in time to hear another muffled cry. He all but tore the door open, all to look down and see [yn] with her back against the wall and knees tucked up to her chest.

PTSD? Luca’s mind was racing, trying to remember what Hondo had mentioned before.

“When I first got out, the smells, the sounds, the shockwaves, would put me in fight mode… and I love fireworks. It took some time - a few years maybe, before I could enjoy a fourth of July show with my mama again.”

Kneeling in front of her, he put his hands over hers that were muffeling her ears. He spoke as calmly as he could to her, “hey, [yn]? You’re safe, we’re at the venue remember? The sounds are only fireworks.”

[yn] finally looked up at him, tears still in her eyes, “this is not a combat zone.”

He shook his head, “we’re as far away as we can be.” He stood in front of her and held out his hands, “Come on, I’ll take you home ok? I’ll keep you safe.”

She sniffled and wiped at her eyes before putting her shaky hands in his. She’ll be ok. Luca will make sure of it.

#submission #dominique luca #dominique x reader #dominique luca x reader #reader x dominique luca #swat cbs #daniel hondo harrelson #david deacon kay #annie kay #donovan rocker

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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Can I request something for Donovan rocker where he is secretly together with the reader an she is an agent from the FBI and they have a family together and she is the daughter of Mumford

Little Mumford

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Pairing: Donovan Rocker x Reader x BAU

Warnings: homicide

Note: this is set with Aaron Hotchner as the unit chief, this is just before he goes into protection from Scratch

MASTERLIST

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“Today we have agents Hotchner, Rossi, Jareau, Reid, Mumford and Alvez of the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit” Hicks left the floor open for Hotch to take over. In the span of three weeks there’s been a rise in homicides, all of which had the same cause of death. Slit carotid arteries, bound at the hands and feet with rope and runes carved into their stomachs

This led my department to call in reinforcement from Quantico, Virginia as we have a serial killer roaming the streets of Los Angeles. My eyes immediately landed on my fiance Donovan who stood off to the side as the team filled in the officers of what information we have

“So far the killer has a preference for women in their late twenties, five foot four inches in height and brunette; once we find out what these women have in common we would have a better understanding of what is driving him to murder these women”

I basically described myself and Donovan’s body became stiff, this was probably the part of my job he dislikes. Knowing that if I’m not careful I could easily be taken and ultimately become one of the victims

While Rossi and Hotch wrapped up the briefing I silently pleaded with Rocker to relax but that didn’t work as he continued to stare at me. Luke nudged my shoulder gently breaking me out of my daze

“That was easy, no one gave an eye roll or a scoff” chuckling lightly I nodded as we followed after the rest of the team to where we had set up at the precinct

“You wouldn’t get that here, these guys are like family to me”

“Look at little Mumford, the FBI suits you” Hondo hugged me and I gladly returned it, it's been a while since I’ve seen him last

“Do you miss me yet?” the rest of my team found an interest in the interaction between my previous ‘boss’ , Street, Tan and Deacon

“Kind of question is that, of course I miss my best sniper”

“Don’t let Chris hear you say that” we caught up for a bit until Donovan came over and hugged me, firm yet briefly. He waited for the others to disperse before speaking up

“You’re not coming home tonight are you?” looking up at him I frowned and he sighed

“I don’t think I’ll make it in time for dinner or the kid’s bedtime. Let them know mommy-”

“Mommy’s sorry she couldn’t be there, don’t worry I’ll tell them. Just be safe alright, I love you”

“Love you too”

#donovan rocker smut #donovan rocker x reader #donovan rocker imagine #swat imagine #swat cbs #jim street x reader #jim street imagine #victor tan x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #luke alvez x y/n #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #david rossi x reader #david rossi imagine

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disasterfandoms · 3 years

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Masterlist

Doing this so people on mobile have access as well! pray for me, this one is going to suck.

Last updated: 6/29/22 at 4:24 PM

*** = smutty

911

Evan “Buck” Buckley:

Dating Evan Buckley ~ Headcannons

Everything Will Be Okay ~ Imagine

Riding Evan Buckley ~ Imagine ***

Evan Buckley x Strand!reader headcanons

Strand!Reader Proposal ~ Headcanons

A Little One of Our Own ~ Imagine

Fluffy Alphabet ~ Evan Buckley Edition

The Scariest Day ~ Imagine

NSFW ABC ~ Evan Buckley Edition ***

Blue Octopus ~ Imagine (Flufftober)

Eddie Diaz and Bobby Nash:

Guilt ~ Imagine

Eddie Diaz:

Smutty Alphabet ***

Dating Eddie Diaz ~ Headcanons

After Hour Diner ~ Strand!Reader imagine

Adult Sleepover ~ Imagine ***

9-1-1 Lone Star

Marjan Marwani

Sibling Surprise ~ Ryder!reader imagine

Judd Ryder:

Being Judd Ryder’s sister ~Headcanons

Judd and Grace:

This is Your Home Now ~ The Ryders x teen!reader imagine

Judd and Grace’s Love Story

Wine Dance ~ Judd x Grace x bestfriend!reader imagine

Mateo Chavez:

Dating Mateo Chavez ~ Headcanons

Nervous!Mateo Asking You Out ~ Headcanons

First Kiss ~ Headcanons

Protective!Mateo ~ Headcanons

Mateo Has A Crush On You ~ Headcanons

Fluff Alphabet: Mateo Chavez

First “I Love You” ~ Headcanons

Birthday Surprise ~ Headcanons

Married To Mateo ~ Headcanons Affectionate!Mateo~ Headcanons

TK Strand:

Being TK’s Twin Headcanons

Carlos Reyes:

Being Carlos’s best friend ~ Headcanons

S.W.A.T

General:

20-David’s Reactions to Street’s Breakup ~ Preference

20-David + Rocker’s Hobbies ~ Preference

Bad Day ~ Preference

Jim Street:

Fake Social Media

Dating Jim Street ~ Headcanons

NSFW Street Headcanons

Donovan Rocker:

Dating Donovan Rocker ~ Headcanons

Jim Street x Donovan Rocker, aka Dim:

Dim Dating ~ Headcanons

A Letter To You ~ Imagine

It Will All Work Out ~ Imagine

Chris Alonso:

Dating Chris Alonso ~ Headcanons

David “Deacon” Kay:

Dating Deacon ~ Headcanons

Dominique Luca:

Dating Dominique Luca ~ Headcanons

Fluffy Alphabet ~ Dominique Luca Edition

Anniversary Surprise ~ Imagine

Nervous, Can’t Show It~ Headcanons

Victor Tan:

Dating Victor Tan ~Headcanons

Love You Until The End ~ A Bonnie Lonsdale x Victor Tan story

Let’s Make a Family ~ A Victor Tan x Bonnie Lonsdale Story

Jim Street x Victor Tan

I Can’t Lose You ~ A Jim Street and Victor Tan One Shot

Prodigal Son

Malcolm Bright

Dating Malcolm Bright ~ Headcanons

Magnum P.I.

General:

S/O Injured || Preference

Thomas Magnum

Date Night with Thomas ~ Headcanons

Cuddling Thomas Magnum ~ Headcanons

All I Want ~ Imagine

Juliet Higgins:

Dating Juliet Higgins ~ Headcanons

Gordon Katsumoto:

Dating Gordon Katsumoto ~ Headcanons

Sex with Gordon Katsumoto ~ Headcanons ***

Station-19

Jack Gibson:

Jack Gibson’s Instagram

Dating Jack Gibson ~ Headcanons

Car Accident ~ Imagine

Seal Team

General:

Seal Team Preference: How they comfort you during a bad and and/or ill

Jealousy ~ Preference

Seal Team Preference: Self-Defense Training

Testosterone Time: A Seal Team Preference

Date Nights ~ A Seal Team Preference

Hurt S/O ~ A Seal Team Preference

Protective Bravo Team ~Seal Team Headcanons

Fallen Eagle ~ A Seal Team Oneshot

Sonny Quinn:

Dating Sonny Quinn- Headcanons

Moving in With Sonny Quinn ~ Headcanons

Going Through Hell ~ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The Proposal ~ Sonny Quinn Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet ~ Sonny Quinn Edition***

Fluffy Alphabet ~ Headcanons

Clay Spenser:

Dating Clay Spenser ~ Headcanons

Moving in with Clay ~ Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet: Clay Spenser ***

The Proposal ~ Headcanons

Daddy-Daughter Fun ~ Imagine

Stress and Relax ~ Imagine

Fluffy Alphabet: Clay Spenser

Future Home ~ Headcanons

Trent Sawyer:

Dating Trent Sawyer ~ Headcanons

Fluffy Alphabet ~ Trent Sawyer Edition

NSFW Alphabet ~ Trent Sawyer Edition ***

Brock Reynolds:

Fluffy Alphabet ~ Brock Reynolds Edition

Smutty Alphabet ~ Brock Reynolds Edition ***

Meet My Dad ~ Brock x Carter!Reader Imagine

To Deploy, You Go~ A Brock Reynolds x Carter!Reader imagine

Dating Brock Reynolds ~ Headcanon

Eric Blackburn:

Breakfast in Bed ~ An Eric Blackburn imagine

Meet My Love ~ Imagine

Full Metal:

Sex with Full Metal~ Headcanons***

Trent/Full Metal:

Hold On to the Stars~ Imagine

Trent Sawyer & Full-Metal Series:

After Action Argument ~ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The Sister Becomes Known

You Shouldn’t Be Alone Part 1

CODA SERIES MASTERLIST The Carter-Sawyer Collection Part 1

The Blackburn Collection

The Reynolds Collection

The Carter Collection

CSI

Gil Grissom:

Sex With Gil ~ Headcanons ***

Chicago PD

Jay Halstead:

NSFW Alphabet ~ Jay Halstead Edition***

Criminal Minds

Derek Morgan

Dating Derek Morgan || Headcanons

Spencer Reid

First Date with Spencer Reid

#nav.disaster

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elceeu2morrow · 7 years

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By Rob Sheffield Aug 3, 2017 10 hours ago

It's official: All five lads in One Direction have kicked off their solo careers. Ever since 1D went on hiatus in late 2015 – we can only hope it's temporary – the world has been eager to hear what kind of history they'll make on their own. Some have dropped full-fledged albums; others are still getting their toes wet. But in the great Beatle tradition, they're all speaking their minds about the breakup, in the press and in their songs – whether they're dishing out praise or shade. Here's a handy guide to the story so far.

Louis Tomlinson

Solo music: Working on his first solo album after releasing one single, "Just Hold On," a banging duet with electronic DJ Steve Aoki. The most prolific songwriter in 1D – and the most continually surprising – so "Just Hold On" feels like just a taste of what he can do, more a teaser for glories to come than a proper solo debut.

Solo mystique: "Just Hold On" gained emotional resonance from the way he debuted it on The X Factor just a week after the tragic death of his mother from leukemia, making it sound like a heartfelt tribute.

Sounds like: Skrillex plus Diplo plus Calvin Harris times Stevie Wonder plus Howard Jones.

Sample lyric: "What do you do when the chapter ends?/Do you close the book and never read it again?"

Fighting words: "Niall, for example. He's the most lovely guy in the world. Happy-go-lucky Irish, no sense of arrogance. And he's fearless. There are times I've thought: 'I'd have a bit of that.' Zayn has a fantastic voice. Harry comes across very cool. Liam's all about getting the crowd going, doing a bit of dancing. And then there's me."

Equivalent Beatle record: George's "What Is Life?"

Harry Styles

Solo music: His debut was a Number One hit (obviously) and a deeply personal singer-songwriter statement (which wasn't obvious at all), steering away from celebrity glitz. "Sign of the Times," a five-minute piano ballad that's long and rambling and downright weird, made up in the studio on the spot, nonetheless went Top Ten. He kicks off his first solo tour this fall.

Solo mystique: He's making his mark as a credible adult rocker without the slightest hint of shade at his pop fans – which is merely the most difficult trick in show biz. He takes the all-smiles Paul McCartney exit ramp while Zayn has gone for John Lennon–style beef. And "Two Ghosts" drops sly hints about Taylor Swift – he even sings about a refrigerator light, an in-joke for Swifties everywhere – showing that he loves to keep everyone guessing.

Sounds like: Mick Jagger plus Harry Nilsson plus Taylor Swift plus Badfinger plus Donovan times Stevie Nicks.

Sample lyric: "You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky."

Fighting words: "How can you say young girls don't get it? They're our future. Our future doctors, lawyers, mothers, presidents, they kind of keep the world going. Teenage girl fans – they don't lie. If they like you, they're there."

Equivalent Beatle record: Paul's Band on the Run

Zayn Malik

Solo music: He quit 1D bitterly in 2014, calling them "generic." His R&B debut Mind of Mine went Number One in 2016, as did his single "Pillowtalk." The soft-porn video with model Gigi Hadid was his inevitable "hello, I've just left a boy band, so let me announce I am in favor of sex-having" statement. If Gigi is his Yoko, this was his Plastic Hadid Band. He also dueted with Taylor Swift on a Fifty Shades of Greysoundtrack theme.

Solo mystique: Talks about how repressed he felt in the group, yet hasn't quite backed it up with his pleasantly blah solo music. His best solo hit, "BeFoUr," comes on like a dis of his ex-bandmates, who made the album Four right BeFoUr he quit – and the capitalized letters suggest he's sending them a Big FU.

Sounds like: early the Weeknd meets late the Weeknd, with a side order of George Michael circa Listen Without Prejudice.

Sample lyric: "I don't drink to get drunk/I feel all the right funk."

Fighting words: "That's not music I would listen to. Would you listen to One Direction, say, at a party with your girl? I wouldn't. To me, that's not an insult, that's me as a 22-year-old man. As much as I was in that band, and I loved everything that we did, that's not music that I would listen to."

Equivalent Beatle record: John's "How Do You Sleep?"

Niall Horan

Solo music: The Irish guitar boy, always a hit with the moms, scored a great solo hit last fall with the understated and beautiful folkie ballad "This Town." As a nostalgic breakup song, it doubled as a bittersweet farewell to the group. His second solo single, "Slow Hands," goes for a sultrier, even bluesier vibe, with lyrics about making out.

Solo mystique: He's unflaggingly loyal to the group – he's the one who talks about how it's inevitable they'll get back together – and he's stuck to his long-running monogamous relationship with his acoustic guitar.

Sounds like: James Taylor meets Ed Sheeran, with Bonnie Raitt on lead guitar.

Sample lyric: "Slow hands/Like sweat dripping down our laundry."

Fighting words: "When One Direction come back we'll still have albums left to do. ... It's been a year and a bit already. We don't want to put a time on it. But when that phone call does come, no matter whoever it comes from, we're back again."

Equivalent Beatle record: Ringo's "Photograph"

Liam Payne

Solo music: The last to test the solo waters, Liam recently dropped "Strip That Down," a party-hearty flop with Ed Sheerhan and Migos' Quavo that missed the Top 40. He can do better – he cowrote some of 1D's finest tunes – so it's tough to guess why he even released it. He also just became a dad: Welcome to the world, Bear Payne!

Solo mystique: He gets personal about breaking free from 1D in "Strip That Down." But it's bizarre to hear Liam sing about hitting the club to chug rum and grind on groupies – it doesn't ring true from a guy who just had a baby with one of England's most famous models, Cheryl Cole. Quavo adds the unfortunate hook "She gonna strip it down for a thug" – there are many words to describe Liam, but "thug" doesn't make the top ten thousand.

Sounds like: Lil Jon plus Wham! plus Nu Shooz plus Huey Lewis plus the News.

Sample lyric: "I used to be in 1D/Now I'm out free/People want one thing from me/That's not me."

Fighting words: "Everyone is now free to do their own thing in music and explore the music. I was worried that people would take it negatively but it's not meant to be in that sense at all. None of us left the band; we're on hiatus still, and what a great hiatus it's been so far."

Equivalent Beatle record: Paul's "Spies Like Us."

#why didn't he include bty in the list?#he has TG which isn't even out yet #rolling stone #solo louis #solo harry #solo liam #solo niall #rob sheffield #8.3.17 #solo zayn #why so negative to liam

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bluetapes · 7 years

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Thanks to Paul Margree and Louderthanwar for this lovely review:

"Trupa Trupa: Jolly New Songs (Ici d’ailleurs / Blue Tapes / X-Ray Records)

LP | CD | DL

Released 27 October, 2017

The latest album from Gdańsk avant-rockers Trupa Trupa is another step forward, says Louder Than War’s Paul Margree.

In the video for Trupa Trupa’s To Me, there’s a recurring image. A group of acrobats twirl and spin, superimposed against a cloudy summer sky. Suspended from ropes, they execute weird and angular manoeuvres, their strangeness emphasized by editing that rocks them back and forth in jerking loops, then doubles them into trippy kaleidoscopic mandalas, like some unholy mash up of James Marsh’s Man on Wire and Dziga Vertov’s Man With A Movie Camera. It’s perfect for the crashing, off-centre lollop of the track it accompanies, and together the combination of disorientating visuals and lurching sonic heaviness is a majestic encapsulation of the whole Trupa Trupa listening experience.

To Me is the lead track for the Gdańsk quartet’s fourth long-player, Jolly New Songs. It follows 2015’s Headache, the album that brought Trupa Trupa to international attention and garnered plaudits from sharp-eared listeners far and wide for its merging of unsettled post-rock rhythms, loopy psychedelia and punchy, grungy production.

Headache may have been Trupa Trupa’s breakout album but it wasn’t their first – with a brace of albums under their belt to hone their craft, it’s no wonder that Headache landed so hard. Those early records majored on the band’s fuzz and wah credentials, with tracks like Miracle (from 2013’s ++) evoking contemporary Brit-psych travellers such as Toy, not to mention vintage outfits like The Doors. Bringing sound engineer Michał Kupicz on board helped them to refine their approach, and the band’s latter incarnation is a more varied and interesting proposition as a result, the tight vortices of their heft and swirl evoking Donovan’s Sunshine Superman reimagined by Gang of Four while navigating a coracle through a burning river of volcanic lava.

Jolly New Songs picks up pretty much where Headache left off. Evolution rather than revolution is the order of the day, with 11 lean cuts that see the band zeroing in on their core strengths with disarming efficiency. Recorded at the same studios in Gdańsk that the band use for rehearsing, with Kupicz again on production and engineering duties, the disparate elements – lysergic churn, gritty scuzz and weary lyricism – are clearly differentiated even as they’re integrated into the band’s overall lurch and stomp even better than before.

Fragmented, evocative lyrics, courtesy of guitarist Grzegorz Kwiatkowski and bassist Wojtek Juchniewicz, both of whom share vocal duties, mirror the brutal efficiency of the group’s sonics. Cuts such as Love Supreme or To Me exemplify this less-is-more approach, the repetition of one or two key vocal phrases (usually just the title, with occasional embellishment) matching the mood of beatific despair just fine. And, as you might perhaps expect for an album titled Jolly New Songs, there’s a love of absurdity and paradox at play that tucks lyrical visions of burning trees and black, red-eyed dogs in amongst even the most melodic twists and turns of their songwriting.

Early highlight Falling gives a great taster of Trupa Trupa in full flow. A clattering drum and guitar intro gives way to soaring guitars and a dreamy, multi-tracked vocal line, anchored to a rock-solid thump, hinting at a naughty Britpop nostalgia. But before you can say Spike Island, that syncopated intro is back, all stuttering drums and hiccupping vocals, before another jump cut. This time a nasal, nagging voice repeats “Think I am wounded, wounded now, think I am wounded…”, a near-dead Major Tom dropping into the heart of the supernova as the guitar chimes like some crepuscular Abbey Road gem. The shifts are frictionless, less three songs in one than an art-rock epic that should occupy a whole side of vinyl condensed into a two minutes and forty-eight seconds of rusted barbed-wire thrill.

Back in 2015, parts of the indie rock landscape were looking in dire need of some attention. With Headache, and now Jolly New Songs, Trupa Trupa have brought a much-needed freshness to the territory, their nimble poeticism backed up by a wintry toughness. They, as well as other string manglers like Hey Colossus, Part-Chimp, Cayetana and Beaches – there are more if you know where to look – are carving out unique, individual spaces in a zone where mould-breaking innovation has all too often ossified into idea-free conformity. Essential listening."

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Carrie Galbraith (1956-2018), Creator of the Cacophony Society ‘Zone Trip’

This blog post was originally published January 25, 2018 on John Law’s personal blog [mirror] and is best viewed there. The reproduction below is not formatted and only kept as a record in the event John’s blog is lost to the the world.

Photo 1 Carrie at the 1st Atomic Cafe 1989

“Oh Death, where is thy sting?”

This was the quote from Corinthians that was chosen out of dozens suggested by the 40 people crammed into Gary Warne’s Circus of the Soul bookstore on Judah St at 10th in San Francisco’s calm, prosaic seeming Inner Sunset neighborhood in January of 1977. It became a motto of sorts for the just birthed Suicide Club. The average age of those proto adventurers was around 27, the very same age of the famous dead or soon to be dead rockers of the infamous 27 Club. We weren’t blithely challenging death, foolish young people that we were, rather we were grasping at some pithy or even profound literary subheading for our newly founded, DADA influenced urban adventure/pranks “secret society.” The typical twenty-seven year old does not have a friend or acquaintance die every week or so, and surely wouldn’t consider adopting such a colorful descriptor knowing it might actually challenge the reaper, insuring that he or she might have to pay then or at some later date.

I harbor no regrets for that youthfully exuberant remonstrance, not yet anyway. With that said, the dying time certainly seems to be here looming bleakly over me, over us, black shadow of deaths hooded cloak darkening thoughts and days.

When I started out on what was to be the ongoing wild ride of my life in San Francisco, I was a mere seventeen years of age. Within a year of being here, I fell down a rabbit hole and into the Suicide Club. As noted, most of that first crew of fellow explorers, pranksters and friends were, on average ten years or so older than me. Today, they and some of the other friends and co-conspirators I have accumulated over forty years of adventures are leaving this mortal plane much too frequently, for the spirit world or for the Big Sleep, depending upon your beliefs around such matters.

It seems that every month I learn of the death at least one old friend or long time friendly acquaintance. In the last two weeks alone there have been wakes for four: Stephen Parr of Oddball Cinema, Jack Wickert who held down “The Farm” at Chavez under the highway 101 and the houseboat community on China Basin, talented multi-instrumentalist and composer Ralph Carney and local artist and raconteur Ron Donovan. Just yesterday another old friend John Wilson, Cell Space’s shopman, artist and all around fine man died of a brain tumor. I am loath to look at social media, tests, or emails, fearing another friend has passed. This is simply too much…

One death in particular, has been far too ‘unimaginable for me to imagine’ – unthinkable in a way that has made it difficult for me to acknowledge it actually happened. She was way too important and fine a person to have passed without honoring her in some way, howsoever inadequate it might be.

Photo 2 Amelia X, Carrie Galbraith, John Law

Photo 3 SF Cacophony Society Annual Golden Gate Bridge Dinner 1990(ish?)

Carrie Galbraith was my friend, co-author, event collaborator and for thirty years a steady, calming, inspirational and encouraging presence in my life. Her pre-Cacophony life was one of physical and intellectual adventure. For years she crewed on big sailboats, traveling extensively along the California coast and beyond. She went to Venice on a Fulbright to study art and while overseas discovered Eastern Europe, the one region of the world that she was first and most intrigued by and soon to be most in love with. She studied and taught in Poland, Romania, Croatia and elsewhere in the thawing “Eastern Bloc’ as it slowly disengaged from the brutal embrace of the Soviet Union. According to her sister, Holly, Carrie, around the age of nine read the whole set of the families World Book Encyclopedia (a fixture in any middle class home of the 1960’s, mine included) and when she got to Poland decided she would go there some day.

At a later age, Carrie developed a fascination for Russian literature and filmmaking, prominently the film Stalker, Andrei Tarkovsky’s masterpiece of confusion, promise and sinister bewilderment. She loved the novel this film was based upon also – Roadside Picnic written by Boris and Arkadi Strugatsky, a novel that I suspect, is as dark and confusing as the film. The spectral imagery and seemingly nihilistic, yet almost spiritual essence of the movie is the setting for “Stalkers”, sort of illicit visitors to the forbidding Zone: trespassers and tour guides to this alien territory where physics as we know it is not in effect and the laws of science do not seem to apply; light is different as is sound, normal occurrences and movements are weighted with a strange dread, people that enter The Zone even with the assistance of the savvy Stalkers might never escape back to the world and their lives.

Things can happen there: marvelous, revealing, terrible or even hideous things. Those entering take that risk, hoping for a revelation that will help define their world or a denouement impossible to accomplish anywhere else.

Carrie joined The San Francisco Cacophony Society shortly after it started, bringing a studious sensibility and serious dedication from her life as an artist to the nascent Cacophony crew. Cacophony and the earlier Suicide Club were comprised of folks most of whom would not have self-identified as artists. Most of our “events” were street pranks, urban climbing and exploring, psychologically challenging group sessions and costumed foolishness.

Suicide Club avatar Gary Warne had a virtual aversion to being labeled an artist or to have his creations so noted. Until Carrie and the fellow art students that followed her from the classrooms and studios of The San Francisco Academy of Art and California College of Arts (and Crafts) and into the streets, rooftops and sewers of Cacophony, the group had not considered itself to be an art endeavor. We thought of it as a social and cultural experiment, an excuse to get dressed up in costume and play in strange and occasionally dangerous environments, and (natch) a group of friends and lovers you could count on if things got weird…

Carrie brought an unpretentious, craft and skill based art sensibility into Cacophony, seamlessly melding it with the prankster and adventure spirit she found already there. It was an art invasion that even Gary Warne would have appreciated. Her events were always thoughtful, inclusive and encouraged participants to delve deeply into their creative cores, using the tools of a serious artist to create something a little off, a little odd yet crafted as unpretentious art.

I consider her immersion into Cacophony to be a tipping point for that group. Carrie scored her BA’s in Fine Art and Illustration at the Academy (and a later MFA in Bookmaking at The Art Institute of Philadelphia) and had attracted a coterie of younger artists to her: Sebastian Hyde, Kevin Evans, Dean Gustafsen, Corey Keller, Vanessa Kuemmerle, and others. These were the some of the people that defined Cacophony and consequently made Burning Man happen, creating many of the rituals, and some of the infrastructure that insured the early survival and success of that event.

It was Carrie’s unique ability to inspire while seeming to be in some almost Zen like state of serenity that set her apart. Her innate modesty and calming persona insured that her guidance was only occasionally noticed – not nearly as much as deserved, or as much as some of the other principals in the group who were much louder. She was never self-laudatory or pushy in any way, yet her influence was inexorable, quietly powerful and, as it turns out, profoundly influential.

Carrie’s first Cacophony event inspired a brief, insightful look into the kind of group she was joining and what type of person would (and would not) be attracted to such a group. She told the story illuminating this revelation often at the dozens of readings over the years that she and I did for our book. It was a crowd pleaser.

To clumsily paraphrased Carrie and her story:

“I found the Cacophony “newsletter/mailer “Rough Draft” in a Café. The graphics initially attracted my eye, but when I read the event write-ups and got what this group was proposing, that was when I got really intrigued. One event, a ‘Midnight Walk’ noted in the text to meet at the 7th Ave ball diamond inside Golden Gate Park at Lincoln Way at 10 O’clock at night on {Wednesday}, to wear dark clothes and bring a flashlight and a potluck dinner in a knapsack. When I told my roommate, a prim and buttoned down accountant that I was planning to attend an event with people I had never met, in the park at night, she became very agitated and spent some time and effort trying to talk me out of it. ‘you could be raped!! Assaulted!! KILLED!!” She cried… I insisted I was going, and she became quite angry and slammed the door on me on my way out. I went to the event, had a fabulous time, and never looked back. The people I met became my friends and some became family. My roommate moved out not that long after.”

Carrie was a primary organizer of some of Cacophonies most successful and more importantly, most sublime events. Along with Louis Jarmilowicz, Jayson Wechter and others, Carrie created three Exquisite Corpse theater events based on the old surrealist writing exercise. As opposed to most Cacophony events, these plays actually took place in active theater & performance spaces. Written by the audience just before curtain call, the weird synchronicity and group mind that was invoked was truly marvelous, and in my experience unprecedented. The first took place at the Haight Library, second at Noe Valley Ministry and the third and most ambitious at the Victoria Theater on 16th St.

Carrie conceived and was primary organizer of perhaps the signature Cacophony event, Atomic Café.

Graphic 1

Factoid by Kevin Evans

Taking place in a huge underground Spanish American War bunker near the Golden Gate Bridge,dozens of Cacophonists dressed as nuclear war survivors and convened underground bewailing the end of the world. The bunker was faux finished, completely decorated and bejeweled as an actual café with red check table cloth seating, canned food, music movies, wall murals of important icons such as Frank Sinatra, Marilyn Monroe, atomic mushroom clouds, etc; group interactions, games, stories and all around end of the world bonhomie ruled the night.

Photo Eric Chipchase, JL, Carrie Galbraith 1st Atomic Cafe

Outside, Federal police searched in vain for the “giant party” they knew was taking place somewhere in their curfew-ed jurisdiction, but simply could not find it. We had sound proofed the bunker, sealing it to the outside, making it impossible to find and equally impossible to enter should one find it.

It was her Zone Trip that really changed the world though. She and fellow Cacophonist Phil Beweley (r.i.p.) found they had both grown up in the archetypal booring non-descript LA suburban enclave of Covina, the two being only a few years and unaware of one another at the time – thoroughly apart in their high school careers, yet absorbing the same blasé atmosphere.

They determined that they must do some kind of event commemorating the normalcy of this burg and their blandly typical SoCal upbringing. This is where Carrie could really shine. She conjoined her love and knowledge of Stalker and super imposed the movie, the Russian novel it was based on, and all the otherworldlinessness of the Zone and the Stalkers that navigated it onto her childhood world, creating a strange and quite memorable road trip that was to resonate in ways none of us could have imagined.

Eight of us drove to Covina in two cars, stopping along side the freeway somewhere near the Ventura exit around three in the morning. Carrie used a bent up piece of auto body metal to draw a line in the dirt which we all stepped across, ritually and metaphysically stepping into the Zone.

After arriving in Covina around dawn, we passed out self addressed stamped envelopes (to mail back to the Cacophony PO box) with cryptic questionnaires to the early risers we encountered on the streets. We measured and explored odd implements, signs, park portals, building frontages and the like. We visited Carries birth home and performed curious rituals to the consternation of the current occupants. And, after having an Orange Julius when the small shop opened, sped off to the larger LA area exploring and discovering the weird and inexplicable things and places we ran across in our random, meandering tour.

Photos Homestead (B&W Zone pix by Lucija Kordic)

Another dimension

Zone crew downtown Covina

Carrie Galbraith & Lance Alexander

Phil Bewley & Carrie Galbraith

On the surface our expedition looked prosaic and most of what we did was not spectacular. What made the event, and the reason we repeated it a few months later, was the collective mind space we agreed to join into and the consensus decision to view the environs we were exploring as a thoroughly alien place; a Zone where anything could happen.

Yes, it was the LA Basin, a weird enough place without obscure Russian metaphysics superimposed over its spirit, but that group mind, agreed upon by all was implemented, shifting our consciousness into an otherworldly and never to be thoroughly explained experience of an alien landscape. The event was a life changing thing.

The next Zone Trip was also to LA. We stopped at Magic Mountain Amusement Park, called the Church of the Subgenius radio show Puzzling Evidence at 4 AM and then Michael Mikel drew a line in the dirt under the massive clown holding a lolly-pop and we crossed into The Zone again.

The third Zone Trip was to the Black Rock Desert in September of 1990. Called The San Francisco Cacophony Society Zone Trip #4, Bad Day at Black Rock, (the mysterious missing Zone Trip was never confirmed but must have happened… making the two LA Zone Trips #’s 2 & 3) this event was the first Burning Man on the Black Rock Desert.

Graphic 2 Factoid by Kevin Evans

Carrie Galbraith ‘s vision and art directly inspired so much of what Cacophony represented and informed the best of the Burning Man aesthetic and mysticism. She was our Stalker, even those of you who have never heard her name.

Carrie drew the line in the dirt first.

She and I had many discussions about the weird borderland between art and life, between serious aesthetic constructs and free spirited, unselfconscious play, between thoughtful observation and guileless free form action while we were working along with Kevin Evans on our Cacophony compendium, Tales of the San Francisco Cacophony Society.

Photo Carrie Galbraith & Phil Bewley at Watts Towers Cacophony Zone Trip #2 1989. Organizers of the Zone Trip. Both are now gone.

As a serious student, teacher and professional artist, she recorded and archived everything she made as an “artist”. Her one off, hand made art books, some of which are in museums and collections around the world, were meticulously documented and handled as the exquisite art objects that they are. But she only sparsely recorded her Cacophony endeavors, which she spent so much of her creative energy and time on for many years. To paraphrase from memory, she often told me: “It’s almost like Cacophony was so much my LIFE, that I never really thought to record it as I did with my ART.” With that simple observation, she nailed it for me as to what The Suicide Club and later Cacophony really were for participant/members and what early Burning Man offered to its community. Your art should be your life and your life must be your art.

Goodbye Carrie, See you in the Zone……

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Could you do “Baby, I wanna drink you in like oxygen” for Donovan Rocker

There is nothing like the sensation of being with you, the feel of your skin pressing against his as you clench around his cock just right. You moan into his mouth as he hikes your thighs a little higher up his hips. The change of angle allows you to take him even deeper, your nails scratching down his back as he hits that deviant little spot.

The intermingling of the pain and the pleasure, it takes him over the edge as he buries himself all the way to the hilt, spilling his release into you.

“Fuck, we can’t go this long again baby.” He whispers, his thumb tracing over the outline of your lips. “I need you like oxygen, so fucking badly that it feels like I can’t breathe without you.”

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Could you potentially do two separate asks for Donovan Rocker? Or maybe combine them if you can?

“Rebel girl you are the queen of my world”

and “is she alive”

Hi Alex,

It’s one prompt per submission, so next time just put them separately if you wouldn’t mind.

You make Rocker feel alive.

That’s the difference between you and Val.

When he’s with you it’s like he’s been struck by lightning, thousands of volts of electricity searing through his senses as he brings you to climax. He’s no stranger to adrenaline, the build-up and then the release. With Val he used to diffuse it, boxing, running, any way he could to get it out of his veins. She didn’t like that side of him, the wildness of it. She wanted him clean cut, soft.

With you he’s messy, reckless. He doesn’t hide that side of himself. He fucks it out instead, riding the high until he hits nirvana, until the ecstasy becomes too much and he’s drowning in the euphoria. He spills himself deep, burying his face into the curve of your throat as he bites down, marking your skin. The sound you make as you come…

Fuck it ruins him.

“You alive in there?” He murmurs against your hairline in the aftermath.

The two of you are tangled up in each other, lying naked on the sheets, the air cool air from the open window caressing your skin.

“Barely.” You mumble, your lips brushing over the scar on his chest, the one where he’s caught a bullet a couple of years ago. “I think you fucked all the thoughts right out of my head.”

He laughs at that, gathering you up even closer.

“You bring out the best in me,” he finds himself telling you as his fingers stroke through your hair. “You know that don’t you rebel girl?”

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Reputation - Donovan Rocker x Reader (NSFW)

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Rocker knows you have a reputation. You’re a good girl, one that follows orders with precision, who always play it safe. In the field no one has to worry about you, you’re solid and dedicated, loyal to a fault. You haven’t got a rebellious bone in your body, at least that’s what they thought.

They didn’t know you the way he did. They haven’t seen that reckless side of you, the one that comes out to play in the depths of the night, they didn’t know you’re secret.

Rocker discovered it by accident. He’d been listless after the divorce, instead of hitting the same old places he wanted something fresh. That’s how he’d come across Noche, a club known for its ambience and music scene. It wasn’t like the other clubs in L.A with the booming beats that makes your skull throb, it’s dark, a hole in the wall shrouded in mystery and the perfect place for him to disappear for an hour or two.

He’d been on his way home after having a couple of beers with Stevens when he heard the serenade of a violin. He wasn’t into classical pieces but the music he was hearing was an entanglement of soft rock, something more his speed. The notes tapered over the drums, touching something deep down inside of him. He was enthralled by it, ensnared. He found himself seated at the bar, another beer in his hand, his attention drawn to the stage. His gaze came to fall on the violinist, head cradled against the instrument, and it was like he had been struck by lightning.

He knew it was you, he would know your stance, your movement, your posture anywhere. You wore a black sheer Victorian style top, with a high collar and long sleeves with a lace bralette underneath. It accentuated your body, showcasing the lines of your form as you swayed in time to the music. The leather trousers clung to your lower body as your hips swung from side to side. It was the first time he’d seen you with your hair down, normally you wore it in a plait or a tight bun but tonight it was gloriously loose. He wondered what it would feel like to run his hands through it, to kiss you on the mouth and smear that red lipstick you wore. Your eyes, always so expressive were framed with dark eyeliner, making you look just as dangerous as he knew you were.

You up on that stage right now, was the sexiest thing damn thing he had ever seen.

The way you played, it was dynamic and passionate. A sensual experience and he couldn’t tear himself away. He had no idea what you did after work, you played your cards close to your chest but he had never expected anything like this. He’d always had an affinity for the darker side of things, his marriage to Val had been pretty vanilla. The two of them had been college sweethearts but there were things he’d wanted to try, things he knew didn’t fit into her puritan view of sex.

He doesn’t realise you’ve noticed him until you appear alongside of him at the bar. Your set is over and he’s been toying with the idea of approaching you or simply slipping out when your hip bumps against his. The sultry scent of your perfume clings to your skin and it just adds to the allure.

“I didn’t think you saw me.” He says to you as you tilt you head towards him.

“You’re a striking man.” You inform him, taking a sip of your water.

He blushes, he can’t help it. No one has ever said that to him, Val used to call him her prince, it reminded of something out of Disney. The way those words roll off your lips, especially the term striking, it does something to him. He isn’t used to this side of you but he likes it.

“You wanna get out of here?” he ventures.

You smile, before tossing your hair back over your shoulder and giving him a look that makes him weak in the knees.

“Are you hitting on me Sergeant?” You ask him.

“How about we drop the titles for tonight?” He requests, setting his beer bottle down on the bar.

That reputation you have as a good girl, it completely goes out of the window. You ruin him that night, with an inquisitive mouth and fingertips that trail over his scars as your thighs hug his hips. You keep him on the cusp, drawing out his ecstasy until his fists grip the sheets and he begs you to let him come.

Not until I do, you had whispered in his ear.

Fuck he’d never had a woman straddle his face before, it was something he had always wanted to try but Val had never been into it, but you…

He had lost his mind when he got his mouth on you, you tasted like candied honey on his tongue, he’d taken you apart slowly, learning what you liked, what made you say his name. You liked it when his tongue delved deep, his palms grasping your thighs to hold you in place. When you climaxed, he didn’t want to stop, he sucks your clit before pinning you against his mouth and ruining you all over again. When he makes you come for a third time, he’s deep inside of you, his fingers threading through your hair as he grips it in his fist and pulls your head back so he can stare into your eyes. There’s intimacy in the eye contact and he watches your face, your lips parting as he makes you say his name.

The next morning, he wakes up alone, tangled up in his sheets with your lipstick marks decorating his skin. He sees you in work and it’s like it never happened, like he doesn’t know you sound like at the height of pleasure or how sinful that mouth of yours really is.

That night he turns up at Noche again, he sees you there up on that stage. You are a force to be reckoned with, a wildfire, untamed and untethered as you play, and he drinks it in. There’s an erotism to what you do, and it taps into something deep down inside of him. He’s like a moth to a flame, he can’t stay away, he doesn’t want to. Instead he clings to the nights that he has you, the ones where you’re his and only his.

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Companion Piece to Reputation

Donovan sings in the shower. It’s loud and enthusiastic but it’s far from good, you don’t have the heart to tell him. Instead, you decide to find another way to distract him. He’s just rinsed the conditioner from his hair when the glass door of the walk-in shower opens, and you step inside. He doesn’t expect it, you usually slip out long before he’s woken up, but you’d had a rough call last night, you’d ended you sleeping in. When you’d turned up at his door, he’d known it wasn’t just for sex.

You’d spend the early hours of the morning ruining him, pinning his wrists to the mattress as you took what you’d needed. He gets the need for control especially when something goes down like that. He holds you in the aftermath, his fingers trailing over your skin as you tuck yourself under his chin. It’s the first time you’ve come to him for comfort, that you’ve allowed him to give it to you.

You don’t say anything and neither does he. He doesn’t want to break the spell so he keeps his mouth shut because he knows the wrong move will send you fleeing and he doesn’t want that, he wants you to stay.

When you kiss him it’s soft, tender. Something he isn’t used to receiving from you. This thing between the two of you has always been casual, a way to blow off steam, explore some of those darker desires but it’s on the cusp of changing, he can feel it. Your fingertips ghost along the line of his jaw, his arm wraps around your waist drawing you closer.

“I’ve never fucked in the shower before.” He murmurs against your lips.

You smile because you’ve been giving Donovan a lot of firsts recently and you like the idea of giving him another. He moans into your mouth as your fingers wrap around his hardening cock, hips arching into your touch.

“Let’s change that shall we.”

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Blow Your Mind - Donovan Rocker x Reader (NSFW)

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You were thinking about sex. You had tried to avoid the vivid intense fantasies that were assaulting your mind, but you couldn't stop the images or the sensations that were rushing through your body. You blamed Rocker for this, the two of you had barely seen each other over the past few weeks due to alternating shifts. Your skin was already feverishly hot, and you were more sensitive now than you’d had been for a long time. That man had awakened something with in you, you couldn’t stop thinking about his hands in your skin, his teeth grazing over the deviant spot underneath your jaw. You were walking down the corridor and past the locker room when a familiar, warm hand cupped your elbow, guiding you inside. You didn't need to turn your head to know that it was Rocker. The light brush of Rocker's fingers across your flesh sent a shiver trailing down your spine at the memories of what those hands of.

"My poor baby." Rocker teased in a husky voice. "You look like you need some relief."

You pursed your lips together tightly, your cheeks flushing just a little at the seductive tone in his voice. You cast a glance at him. That grin playing across his lips was mischievous and his eyes were bright with arousal. It made your heart pound with excitement.

"You told me to wait." You reminded him in breathless whisper. "And I always do what my Sergeant tells me."

You knew what that would do to Rocker and the words weren't wasted. Your entire body tightened as his attention honed in on you. His eyes darkened, a consuming desire that rushed like a narcotic in his veins. You had just stepped into dangerous territory and he knew that meant you were craving this even more than him.

You had played this game before. When Rocker needed to feel in control or when you needed to relinquish it entirely, it turned Rocker on in a way that was almost primal.

Right now he could feel the recklessness building up in you. It was your turn to be selfish and Rocker could help with that. Jesus, he could feel your need to lose control pulsating underneath your skin.

The apprehension was in the air, mounting between you. Each of your breathes were hitched with excitement as he leaned in even closer trapping you between his muscular form and the concrete. His palm came to rest on the wall behind you as his lips brushed over yours with the tenderest of kisses.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" he whispered against your mouth.

You didn't say a word, your eyes lingered on his decadent mouth. You wanted to touch him but that was part of your game, you weren’t allowed until he said so.

His thumb caressed the line of your jaw, guiding your face away from him and allowing him access to your vulnerable throat. His teeth grazed that pleasurable spot under the hinge of your jaw causing you to whimper. You were ready, Rocker could feel it as his erection strained against his combats in an painful manner.

"Were you a good girl?" he breathed in your ear, his fingers twisting in your hair as he tugged it just enough to tip your head back.

"Yes." You uttered.

"Do you want me?" he asked you, the stubble on your cheek rubbing against your sensitive skin.

His firm chest pressed against yours, your hands curling up into balled up fists. You were trying to prevent yourself from touching him. God, he was doing so much to you right now. You were wet, your panties soaked.

"More than anything." You whined.

"Unzip me." Rocker told you, his eyes fixated on yours.

He was intoxicating. This man always knew exactly what you needed. You drew down the zipper on his combats, your gaze lowering to his lips.

"Touch me." he ordred.

It was heaven. The moment you wrapped your fingers around his impressive cock was absolute bliss. He groaned into your hair as you gripped his molten hot flesh. He thrust into your grasp as you moved in slow, shallow motions, ones that you knew would drive him absolutely crazy.

"That's it baby." He groaned as that wildfire chased through every one of his synapses.

Jesus Christ, you were getting off on this. The anticipation was killing you, it was taking every ounce of your self-control not to arch your hips and generate some friction between your clothes and your needy sex. You wouldn't allow yourself to come until Rocker told you, he had all of the power and that was the point of this delicious game.

"Stop." Rocker demanded, his fingers clasping your wrist lightly, removing it from his trousers. "Turn around."

His hands were already on your waist, spinning you. You placed your palms onto the wall as he grasped the leather tongue of your belt and loosened it before he undid your combats. His hand bypassed those sexy little black panties. His fingers hooked either side of your underwear before he drew them down over the curve of your ass.

"You ready for me baby?" Rocker you, his fingers threaded through your hair again, guiding your head to the left so that he could kiss the curve of your throat.

"Donovan..." You breathed as Rocker gripped his dripping cock and guided it between your legs/

"You know the rules." Rocker whispered against your skin. "Not until I say so."

That was the biggest turn on for the both of you, his dominance and your subservience. Rocker got off on pleasuring you and he knew exactly how fucking good it felt when he uttered that one word. He penetrated you slowly, filling you up inch by inch. You bit your lower lip as that euphoria erupted through your synapses.

The pace he set was measured and powerful, his hands coming to rest on your hips, holding you in place. Your breathing was becoming more erratic with every thrust as he sunk into that tight heat over and over again. Those whimpers of yours were echoing in his ears, hauling him even closer to the point of no return. Your skin flushed as she wavered on the cusp, that ecstasy overwhelming you as you clung to the edge.

"Come." he commanded.

The orgasm was earth shattering. It exploded through you like a grenade, stealing away your breath as you hit your peak. Rocker bit down on your shoulder to stifle the hoarse grunt of exhalation that erupted from his lips. The sensation was devastating, causing your knees to go weak at the sheer force of it. His palm clapped over your mouth as you cried out, muffling the sound as he clasped you close, fucking you through your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, you blow my mind.” He whispered in your ear, his hand slipping away from you lips as he pressed a tender kiss upon the teeth marks he’d left underneath your shirt.

“Trust me.” You murmured, tipping your head back so it came to rest against his chest. “The feelings mutual.”

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