Caught myself thinking, "You're shoving yourself into places that weren't made for you, letting yourself feel like you belong when in reality you don't" and. Hm. Viola-chan vibes.
and think, "This'll be a fun little thing to read while I wait."
And then you read it and you're fundamentally changed as a person and you're left staring off into the middle distance as you contemplate life and love and connection and what it all means?
Thinking about Donnie having a setup under his desk where you could be held in place, comfortable and secure with his cock in your mouth while he sits and works. Him teaching you how you breathe around it, how to relax your jaw and stay still while he uses you to warm his cock and occasionally thrusts into your throat. Getting you into the headspace where you feel so good being used. Strapping a vibrator to you and getting to feel your moans and whimpers around him. Murmuring little words of praise each time you come. Breathy curses as he grinds his hips, having to pause in his work because he just wants so badly to ruin you that he can barely focus but... not yet. A little longer, just a little longer. He's going to make sure you're nice and fucked out, unable to use that mouth for anything but sucking before he drags you out from under the desk, replaces the cock in your mouth with his fingers, and finally presses himself inside your cunt and fucks you like you want. He's going to make you forget you were ever anything other than his toy, make you forget that you exist for anything other than taking whatever he decides to give you. If he ever does leave your mouth unoccupied, the only words he ever wants to hear are "Yes Sir" and "Thank you."
Thinking about him getting so high that he can finally relax, so high that after you start to play with him, he can't string two words together. All he can do is writhe and whine and cry while you bring him riiiiiight to the edge before stopping. Over and over and over again. Thinking about Donnie wearing a collar that you can tug towards you and that tightens when you do. Donnie reduced to chirps and churrs, his entire body straining against his bonds because he just wants to hold you in his arms so badly.