Donn&#x27;s Dock

makin’ my way downtown, walkin’ fast ‘cause im being followed -

DODODODODO 🎵

Hope you get back home safely, Bri!!

Thanks, Kay-Kay 💕

Make sure to have the soup I made when you get back! I left it in a thermos in your room! <33

n here i thought ye like bein chased hm?

#horrible choice rly but fine #where the fuck are you I‘ll pick ye up.

yeah when I want to be. I don’t like randos following me.

makin’ my way downtown, walkin’ fast ‘cause im being followed -

DODODODODO 🎵

Hope you get back home safely, Bri!!

Thanks, Kay-Kay 💕

Make sure to have the soup I made when you get back! I left it in a thermos in your room! <33

#running away n then complaining

n here i thought ye like bein chased hm?

Wild @donnsdock incoming!

“Oi,”

A grumble sounds from the side of the gate, where most students avoid to pass by. Reason for that is a rather large man leaned against the metal fence, eyeing the blonde cheerleader coming out of school. His pink hair is messy, wearing part of what looks like an open prison jumpsuit over a white undershirt.

As soon as Brianna turns to him, he pushes himself off the gate and prowls at her.

“Ye forgot this in my car.”

He pulls something from his trousers. As he drops it into Brianna’s open palm, it becomes obvious it’s a pair of pink lace panties.

“Remembered them after ye gave me this. Thought might as well do ye a favor, princess.”, he chuckles after gesturing at the hello kitty bracelet secured around his wrist. A few other students stare their way, seemingly taken aback why Brianna would talk to a man like him.

“Oh! I was wondering where those went. Must’ve forgotten to put them back on, haha!”

She doesn’t seem to notice—or even care—about the looks she’s receiving. Being associated with a man like Donn was bound to draw some attention, after all.

* (Rumours are starting to spread.)

She holds up the panties shamelessly, stretching them out between her fingers for a moment.

“Well, thanks, but you can keep ’em. Think of it as a… souvenir!”

Besides, they’re not exactly in the best shape—covered in fluids she’d rather not name… among other things.

Her gaze shifts downward, softening as she notices the Hello Kitty bracelet still on his wrist. She reaches out and touches it gently, a warm smile spreading across her face.

“You’re still wearing it, huh? that makes me happy.” +love

“Souvenir?” Donn cocks a brow at her when she hands him the panties back, rubbing part of the cleaner fabric between his fingers. “Would return the favor princess but I doubt ye’d want that.”

He pockets the lace again. Maybe she could use it some time as emergency underwear - in the very realistic case he ends up breaking one, which isn’t far off because he tends to just pull them off with no regard either.

When Brianna reaches out to touch him he reflexively catches her wrist, easily wrapping his calloused hand around it entirely. For a second he stares at her until she speaks up again. + Stress

“Ah, shite,” he seems to realize he’s holding onto her, letting go again with a scowl, but no explanation. Instead he puts his hand on her shoulder, running a thumb up and down the side of her neck. + Arousal

“Sure, if ye waste cash buyin it least I be doing is wear it. Til somethin breaks it.”

Donn shrugs lightly, fully ignoring the passing students staring at the possessive touch.

She laughs, shrugging her shoulders. “Seeing your underwear isn’t that big of a deal after I’ve seen you naked.”

She briefly wonders just how far his panties have to stretch to contain that monster cock—must be some seriously stretchy fabric. +lust

When he grabs her wrist, she flinches slightly—an old habit. But she quickly realizes he’s not going to hurt her and feels a flicker of shame for assuming the worst. It’s not Donn’s fault; she’s just had enough experiences to always expect a terrible outcome.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, “I should have asked.”

But when he places a hand on her shoulder, his thumb gently running along the side of her neck, she relaxes. Her lips curl into a soft smile as she leans into the touch. +love

“Aww, you wouldn’t let that happen, would you?” she says, bottom lip jutting out in a playful pout. “I’d have to punish you for being so careless.” She teases him lightly, her tone pure jest.

“ ‘s fine. Not like ye can do anythin’ against me,” he responds as if it’s the most natural statement - to him it is, a simple fact rather than a threat. By now she knows too well fighting him off never ended with her succeeding.

Even if most of the time, she turned docile fast. She looks cute when she’s crying, though. And her throat fit nicely in his hand. ++Arousal

His attention drags back to the topic at hand when Brianna speaks up again, and he looks back down at her soft smile.

Goddamn he wants to squeeze her like a stress ball sometimes. Why does the girl have to look at him so damn cutely? +Guilt +Arousal

“Ye punishin me?” Donn smirks at the words, tugging her closer by the neck. Standing at the height of his rib cage more than his face.

“How ye wanna do that, princess? Pout at me’n tell me I’ve been bad?”

He lightly squeezes her throat as tease, leaning down lower until his lips almost brush her ear. His hot breath definitely does as he holds her in place by the neck.

“Gotta admit, though, bet ye look cute angry’n pouty on my cock. I like them feisty."

Her hands came to rest on his chest, gently pushing herself back just enough to look up at his face.

Moments like this really made her aware of just how much taller he was than her—stronger, too. +stress

“I wouldn’t dream of it~” she said sweetly—well, except for those rare few times. But she was a different girl back then!

While she was in her right state of mind, she’d be whatever he needed her to be.

“Maybe? Do you think I could?”

Small hands squeezed lightly at his chest…

Holy shit, that muscle. ++lust

She almost pouted at his words. He knew her too well.

“Spoilsport…” she muttered, playfully sticking her tongue out at him.

When he gently squeezed her throat, she swallowed—more out of instinct than anything. It was teasing, just a gesture, but it still sent a spike of anxiety through her. ++stress

She didn’t show it—didn’t dare to— inwardly hoping he couldn’t feel her pulse racing beneath his fingers.

Her cheeks flushed as he leaned in close, his breath brushing against her skin and making goosebumps appear on her arms.

“Ahem! Well, I…” ++lust

Fuck.

She gave her head a little shake, trying to snap herself out of her rapidly derailing thoughts.

“ - Wait! That’s not really a punishment!”

Donn chuckles as Brianna squeezes his chest. The sound rumbles in it, more palpable than audible despite how close he’s standing. He moves to pull her more into him again, back pressing against his stomach as he leans against the gate behind him.

Now that it’s shut, most students seem to have dispersed on their way home, although a few still linger around.

“Ye think so?” he muses, running his hand from her neck down to the collar of her school blouse. Almost passively starting to unbutton the first.

“Why don’t ye tell me then how ye gonna try punish me, princess?”

The second button opens, revealing more of Brianna’s chest. From above her head, he’s got a very nice view of her tits now. ++ Arousal

His other hand begins to slip up under her skirt, ignoring any possible passerby’s that could be staring, even if technically nothing is visible - yet. ++ Arousal

He’s shown before even if there is, it doesn’t stop him, though.

She lets out a shaky breath, heart thudding wildly beneath her ribcage as she feels him undo her blouse. A rush of heat blooms beneath her skin. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, soft and deliberate—until a wicked little idea dances into her mind. +lust

With a breathless giggle, she suddenly slips out of his grasp, spinning away with a spark in her eyes.

“This time, I’m gonna make you work for it, big boy,” she purrs, voice dripping with playful challenge. “You’re gonna have to find me… and catch me!”

She leans forward with a sultry sway, hands on her knees, deliberately arching her back as she gives him a full, unapologetic view of what he was just about to have. Her lips curl into a smirk. A fun game of hide-and-seek, thats bound to get the blood flowing.

She knows he could catch her in seconds if he really wanted to—but that’s half the thrill. Will he play along? Will he chase her, tease her back, or catch her and make her pay for running?

Either way, she wins.

With a breathless laugh, she bolts down the nearest pathway, tossing a look over her shoulder. “Come get me!” she calls, her voice echoing with delight as she weaves in and out of the passerbys that still lingered around.

#inbox rp #balletpunk /ooc

His hand slips lower beneath her blouse, just starting to cup the soft, lush flesh and squeezing it a little-

Until she suddenly pulls away from him with a giggle and that teasing, playful purr in her voice.

Holy shit, that view. ++Arousal.

“Make me work for it, huh? Damn tease,” he grumbles under his breath while watching her sprint off, half tempted to just grab her to hold her in place. But then again, he doesn’t mind the thought of chasing a bit after her at all, it makes the reward so much better once he’d get her breaking down.

Trying to weave in and out of the people still lingering around isn’t much of an option for a man his height and weight, but luckily, most people know better than to stay in his way. It’s easy to keep an eye on the little bright blonde dressed in pink in between everyone else, so his steps aren’t fast but sure, crossing enough distance to stay within view of her but not running yet.

The way her skirt flutters makes him want to yank it up entirely even more. Send her panties down to dangle between her legs while fucking her against some alley wall and make her apologize for running from him… ++ Arousal

The thought is enough to make his steps faster, ignoring how he almost runs someone over when they bump into him as he keeps an eye on the blonde slowly getting closer again, until his hand shoots forward to wrap around her wrist like a snake.

“Got ye little tease.”

innoinyew

[Wild @donnsdock incoming!]

The sound of heavy steps can be heard coming down an empty hallway. Towards one of the further parts of the orphanage - where some of the older orphans stayed, as far as Donn understood it from one of the other goons about where Innogen lives.

Because of course the guy wouldn’t tell him himself.

Weird thing the dude wouldn’t move out, but then again, maybe he simply doesn’t have the cash for it. Being one of Bailey’s goons doesn’t exactly pay well, the guy is too stingy with money for that.

Doesn’t matter why tho, as uncomfortable as he still finds the rundown place, he’s got enough in his system to simply ignore the familiarity of this hellhole.

“Oi, Inno!”

He hammers at the door, with too much force. Like usual, it sounds as if he wants to break it down rather than knock on it.

“Get out yer room, it’s friday n I know ye not workin for Bailey!”

It was one of those days when work had gone well. They scored more than needed, and now it was time to hole up in their room-completely alone, away from everyone. These were the moments where they plugged in their earbuds and turned back to even more work at their desk.

They might’ve been mending clothes, counting cash, or working on a product to sell at the market—if their door hadn’t suddenly been pounded on, hard enough to startle them and send whatever was in their hands flying. That feeling only got worse when they recognized his voice.

Shit. ++Stress

They froze. Mind racing. How the hell did he find them? Someone definitely snitched. Their eyes darted to the window. Jumping was a very tempting option.

But they didn’t.

Instead, they yanked on their jacket, moved toward the door, figuring it’d get kicked or punched in otherwise, and exhaled whatever weight was caught in their chest.

“Yo- you’re... really loud right now,” they muttered with a huff once they opened the door. “I was working...in my room...alone, till you interrupted."