CUE / LIGHTS

donovan baran | director | bi | 47 | votivehq

[fckingdonovan]

fayebakerr·:

she rolls her eyes as faye smiles at his over the top commentary. wrapping her arms around donovan’s neck, she looked towards the dunk tank and then towards him. “um, this is a nice dress, i’m wearing here. and plus if i get in the water, everyone will see under this white dress,” she explains, giving a small pout.

     he turned to face her, his body moving to press against her front. his eyes were lit with humor and trouble as he smiled with his teeth. his gaze fell down along her form and he nodded his head in admiration. “maybe I’d like very much to be able to see right through this lovely white dress.” his hand came down low, gathering under her skirt and grabbed her arse. his palm weighed the curve confidently as he squeezed her in a quick grasp. her flesh slipping back through his hand as swiftly as he’d taken hold of her. 

[fckingdonovan]

fayebakerr·:

faye had been taking a break when she heard a familiar voice coming from the game area. she felt the need to investigate as she walked over to find the handsome man, she couldn’t help but laugh as she walked up to him. “what exactly are you doing here?” she asks donovan as she wonders exactly how he had gotten stuck with this.

     he looked up to see faye in the crowd. smiling at the sight of her, he beckoned her over even as she approached him. “what does it look like? I’m wowing the people. you know, spreading the joy... of dunking people into a tank of water.” his smirk played over his lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist and steered her toward the dunking booth. “care for a dip?”

[fckingdonovan]

[fckingdonovan]

     christ, what was he doing here? he’d rather be locked up in his rooms than witness the display of the lunar festival. but someone, he’d found himself wandering around looking for a quick, easy dinner. then it turned into him manning the dunking booth for a friend while he went off to fuck someone behind the stalls. needless to say, a favor would be owed. in spades. donovan swung his arms around, making a show of the attraction. “step right up! ladies and gents. take a swing and dunk a dancer!” he sang out across the amusement area. might as well sell it as long as he was here. 

[fckingdonovan]

fayebakerr·:

@fckingdonovan

the blue lounge was always somewhere to go when she was feeling the need for something, yet felt lonely. faye was in that mood right now. as she entered, the show in the middle of the lounge was in full swing. but right now she wasn’t just looking at the gorgeous naked bodies, but also for the director of the show. as her eyes roamed, she became transfixed by the show. her body feeling warm and now she not only wanted someone, but needed someone.

     donovan was watching the show from the corner, nearly balled up in a fetal position as he took in the reaction from the crowd and the enthusiasm of the performers on stage. when movement caught the corner of his eye, he tore himself away from his focus to find faye walking towards him. although by her wandering eyes, she didn’t notice him. which was perfect because it was why he chose the seat. “hey there, lovebug.” he called in a hushed tone. uncurling himself from the seat, he stood up to greet her properly. 

[fckingdonovan]

littlcbirdie‌:

at his proposal she slipped off the barstool she was sitting on, taking the final drink out of her glass before smiling at him. “i would like that a lot.” she smiled, tucking some hair out of her face. “you can lead the way.” 

     he grinned back and paid the tab. putting out his elbow for her, he lead them out of the bar and towards the staff rooms. “so, birdie, in this fantasy.... are you wearing one of those outfits you babydolls like so much? should we make a stop to pick up something or does the idea of you being starkers appeal to you at all?”

[fckingdonovan]

littlcbirdie‌:

“lately all i have been able to think about is being tied up… being at the full mercy of whoever has me tied up… also, i’ve been curious about when i’m tied up either being denied orgasms or overstimulation…” she blushed a little as she spoke. 

     he listened to every word, his eyes taking in her blush. letting his mind wander a bit, he considered her fantasy and lived it both ways. he imagined it under a neon blue lighting with a bright pink backdrop. it had promise. “would you care to come back to mine, birdie?”

[fckingdonovan]

cassidysxng‌:

“Not for forever. This puppy is going straight to a shelter tomorrow morning. I just couldn’t leave it outside this late at night, and I don’t think any shelters are open. Come on, Donovan, have a little compassion.” She said with a raised brow, holding the bundle close to her chest as they walked through the lobby ad down the hall. The puppy popped its head out of her hoodie and looked up at Donovan curiously. 

“Yes, pup, that’s you daddy.” She cooed before looking up at Donovan with an amused smile. “You’re not going to leave me to parent this little bub alone are you? Come on, Director, you doing anything else tonight?” She pushed at an elevator button and turned to Donovan teasingly. 

     he gave her a wild look when she spoke to the dog. he made a puffing sound through his pursed lips and shook his head. “oh, no. I’m only taking responsibility for you. not little... bingo here.” he waved a finger at the puppy then up as if to punctuate his denial. she would need to get out of those wet clothes and dried off if she didn’t want to become seriously ill as he assumed she was outside. grumbling out a weary sigh, he shook his head once more. “I’ll see to you. you’re lucky you didn’t catch your death out there, and I’ll make sure you keep your word about getting rid of this,” he waved at the puppy again. “but that’s it. unless something else comes up,” he grinned, giving her a saucy look. 

     chuckling to himself, he stopped in front of her door and waited. he was slightly curious as to what would drive her outside in the rain to commit such a stupid rescue. donovan was still trying to decide if he cared truly to know. “the idea of playing house does sound terribly amusing,” he mused. “what’s mommy going to give daddy for being such a good man, hm?”

[fckingdonovan]

littlcbirdie‌:

“hm… close… you have all my attributes right but i’m a babydoll…” she giggled softly, as she looked over him once more. “see i’m already getting rid of that grumpy attitude.” she teased as she took another sip from her drink. 

     he snapped his fingers in disappointment at his wrong guess. “damn. of course, it is.” he repeated. giving a sigh, his tension eased and he leaned against the bar to set his cheek on one hand, appraising her. “tell me, birdie. what is your deepest desire?”

[fckingdonovan]

sorensens‌:

he was still so bloody smug. the irony wasn’t lost on leon that he possessed similar if not identical qualities that were infuriating him now, but he would indulge himself a moment of hypocrisy. donovan had experienced him in ways he didn’t much enjoy knowing he held in his memory, and thus his brave front likely didn’t hold up well. “you work here,” he repeats, tone dull. of all the fucking luck. it made sense he’d never seen him if he was usually behind-the-scenes, he supposed. “you’re terribly funny. i actually run the old man’s company now. i just waste all the income here.”

     donovan stuck his bottom lip out petulantly. “oh, don’t sound so disappointed, dear. anyway, it’ll give us an opportunity to catch up, now, won’t it?” his eyebrows did a small dance as a smile erased his mock pout. he swallowed the laughter that bubbled up in his chest. pure glee was unable to disguise itself on his features. something about the other’s stoicism inspired the imp in him. “laddy dah. look at the boy wonder now. so grown up,” his tone dropped considerably as something passed over his eyes. a long since tucked away desire shared between them hinting at the corners. “perhaps you’ll find some time for me. take a break from the little yes people and remind yourself what a real good time is like.” 

[fckingdonovan]

ofjulian‌:

                        julian wasn’t really there to drink or entertain clients to upgrade their memberships — he just sat there, looking around to see if gabriel was around. and a minute or two passed and julian decided to leave since gabriel didn’t seem to be around. but before he could, a frustrated voice spoke up and julian couldn’t help but to stay to see what was up. NOSY or CONSIDERATE ? who knew at this point, but maybe a little bit of both.  ❝you say you need muse — so maybe, what you really need is muse, ❞ he suggested, looking at the other with an expression on his face as if a light bulb just lit up over his head.  ❝ you know, that really old band. you can do scenes based on their songs. or— or — a sexy mamma mia musical. ❞

     donovan steered his gaze to the man speaking up. not altogether sure if he was pulling his dick or giving genuine suggestions, donovan got up from his seat and approached the other. “sexy mamma mia? that’s what you got. that’s what turns you on?” his tone was muted of emotion, a great contrast to his earlier outburst. eyes deanpan, donovan rolled them and wiped his face with his hand before reaching over and patting the man’s shoulder. “thanks. food for thought.” mentally, he was putting a gun made of his fingers to his temple. he looked to the bartender and pointed to the genius’s drinks. “this and next round’s on me.” donovan returned his attention to the patron and tilted his head in immense interest. “tell me, lloyd webber, what is it you do?”

[fckingdonovan]

boonyasitxbaby‌:

𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑒 💕 ;; hm, well i think if you tell me where i can be there within five minutes 𝓂𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑒 💕 ;; i’m good with rushing, even though i prefer taking my time. 

Macie sent the messages and bit her bottom lip as she went to her mirror to make sure her makeup didn’t need any touch ups and that her hair was still as she kept it. After all, she was admittedly trying to make herself seem good enough for the ones who would hire her for some fun.

he checked the phone once it lit up on his chest. a smirk painted his face as he felt himself relaxing from the stress of the day already. arousal heated his body, and he punched his message into the phone, including his room number on the staff floor. sitting up, donovan leaned back against the headboard. he told her the door would be open.

donovan ;; a little rush never hurt anyone ;) see you soon.

[fckingdonovan]

cassidysxng·: 

Cassidy knew he was probably right. The mom didn’t look to be anywhere in sight and not only was the puppy shivering and terribly thin, it also didn’t seem to like the prospect of having her let it go. She wondered if bringing back a puppy would be the best idea, but then again, Cassidy never really was one for sense, reason and relatively good ideas to begin with. She brightened suddenly at a thought and set the puppy down near her feet (much to its dismay) and tugged off her hoodie to reveal a thin camisole underneath. 

“My jacket isn’t as wet inside yet. We can keep him here while you help me sneak him in, yeah?” She grinned at the sudden plan (wow she was a genius), picking up the puppy and placing it inside the warmth of her semi-dry hoodie. She looked up at Donovan, now much more exposed, but with a slightly better disposition. “Lead the way, Director!” 

     this was not what he meant, and he really didn’t know how the situation got so out of hand so quickly. “no, no, no, n--” she was really going to do this. he let out a pent up sigh and looked around as if he could hand off this fuck up to someone else. looks like they were the only two idiots out in a rain storm. rolling his eyes, he closed them to tight for an instant to regain himself. he wouldn’t help her put that dog under her coat because he wasn’t ever going to touch that dog under any circumstances. lifting the umbrella a little higher, he watched her do it herself. 

      “this is a disaster,” he muttered then opened the door for them. he closed the umbrella and shook it out before taking it inside with them. “you’re really not going to keep that bloody thing in your room, are you?” he looked ahead as they walked down the hall, and tried not to think about any strange stares they might get if they managed to pass by anyone. 

[fckingdonovan]

littlcbirdie·:

“my name is pretty cute right?” a playful smirk now playing on her lips. “no i’m an escort… can you guess what kind?” her tongue darted out to lick her lips, noticing how his eyes lingered on them. “fuck me lips is definitely new… i mean i’ve had guys compliment my lips. just not in that way.” she shifted on the barstool once more, crossing her legs as she cocked her head. 

     he ticked off the qualities on his fingers. “cute name, sweetly sickening innocence, subtle flirting technique. you must be a lover.” his head moved s she did on her seat and a smile broke out on his lips. he wan’ted to ask her if she had a problem... down there, but this current line of dialogue would do for now. 

[fckingdonovan]

mcrisolvaldcz·:

         “ it sounds like what you need are some manners, ” marisol answered with a roll of her eyes before bringing her beer back to her lips. she’d just gotten done with her shift and wanted to have a couple of cold beers before retiring for the night, not listen to someone bitch. 

     a breath of amusement escaped him as he reached up to loosen the top button of his shirt. you really couldn’t get the full experience of a bar if there wasn’t at least one grown man whining about his day, his life, or his wife. in donovan’s case, it was all of the above as he considered himself married to his work. “you going to give them to me?”

[fckingdonovan]

sorensens·:

leon had done a lot of stupid things in his life, especially concentrated in his younger years and fraternity life. stupid, obscene, borderline illegal — and fucking a guest lecturer fell somewhere in the middle of that triad of youthful irresponsibility. the older man had somehow only become more handsome with age, his dry brand of charisma clearly still thriving; and leon wasn’t the type to blush but he might’ve been slightly red in the cheeks. “the pleasure’s all yours, i’m sure.” it hadn’t been much of a relationship, but it was still a wonder they’d never been caught, given how shameless and careless they’d been about it. he felt out of his element — surprised, shy even. “what… what are you doing here?”

     nervous and stuttering, it took him right back to the old days. a hint of a mile tinged his lips as he caught a bit of a laugh in his throat. “if you say so, darling. I endeavor and all that.” he could tell his presence put a hitch in the other’s step, and honestly, donovan thrilled at the response. he didn’t have to ask if he remembered him because it was clear as the color of the other’s face that he did and then some. the director had a few favored moments he’d like to call upon himself when the night was dark and lonely. “I work here. doing what I do best. what about you? don’t tell me the trust fund has run out.” 

[fckingdonovan]

keirc·:

“   i  don’t  know  what  the  hell  you  are  talking  about.  but,  swearing  at  a  lady  isn’t  going  to  get  you  anywhere  honey.   “   keira  looked  over  at  the  man  as  she  met  his  gaze.  she  had  no  idea  what  his  problem  was,  but  she  certainly  was  not  going  to  be  the  person  he  took  it  out  on.   “   a  muse?  for  what?  are  you  a  painter…  writer?   “

     donovan blew irritably through his tightened lips. “I’m not swearing at you. I’m swearing in general.” honestly, couldn’t you have a little breakdown without someone else making it about them? he put his hand over his eyes and spoke in a muffled tone. “I’m a director. I do the shows here.”