Damian Desmond Fanart Novels & Stories

But it was still beautiful. And then I saw him. Desmond. He was sitting at a big black piano in the corner of the living room. His head was bent a little, his dark hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it. His fingers moved across the keys like he’d been doing it forever. Oh, and he was shirtless. Of course. I didn’t mean to stare, but my eyes dropped to his chest, to the muscles shifting every time his hands moved. Then I saw it, this tiny skull tattoo on his chest, just above his heart. I wondered if it meant anything or if it was just… there.

I gave him a side hug, Max was one of the first friends I made since coming to this university, and I’ve had mad respect for him since I saw his pen art, I marvelled at the amount of patience he had with shading and detailing, in my opinion, he should have been the main artist, his work was exceptional. “I’m super pumped for tonight, and crazy jealous that you’re the main artist,” he said and I smiled. “You’re not going to try to sabotage me are you?” I playfully asked and he bit his lip. “I mean if something were to happen…” “You wouldn’t!” I gasped, going along with the act and he chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t, you deserve this, you’ve improved so much and all your paintings tell

A music artiste with lots of beautiful and sexy female fans that would do anything to bed him. Could I be wrong about him? Could Damian be cheating on me??

making rose frown in confusion. "Do not stop yourself from moaning my name angel, never" saying that he entered one of his finger and her core clenched, He started thrusting his finger in and out adding another finger he curled his fingers making her arch her back... "B.. Boss" He pulled out his hand and gripped her jaw... "It's Damian for you, angel... do you understand?" Rose nodded and damian sat on his knees between her legs, he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off,

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

“ …..You sure are an interesting type Antonio . “ said Damian getting you from his seat and walking around the table as he leaned on the table in front . “ Interesting type ?… “ said Antonio confused as he stood in front of Damian . “ You are kindhearted , polite , cute looking . “ said Damian then Antonio sighed . “ Can you please not call me cute ? I am a man after all . Being called cute is…..weird . “ said “ Weird ?…..Hmmm……then , how should I call a man whose house is filled with Mickey Mouse pyjamas , eye folder , and other cartoon toys like One Piece and Naruto…….If I am not mistaken , I even saw some figurines of Sailor Moon and other strong female leads of other cartoons . “ said Da

Hе didn’t rеspond. “I don’t know why I kееp trying,” I whispеrеd. “Shе doеsn’t sее mе. I could win thе Nobеl Pеacе Prizе and shе’d say I lookеd fat in thе photos.” Damian chucklеd, low and quiеt. “That sounds about right.” I lookеd at him. Rеally lookеd. Evеn undеr thе porch light, hе lookеd pеrfеct. Sharp jaw. Dark stubblе. His tattoos pееkеd out from undеr his slееvеs.

Kyle sighed. Damian stared at his friends. He saw how they went from surprised and excited to sad and pouting. He wanted their smile to be back, and also his to remain forever. He always secretly liked singing, but he never thought about being an artist. His love for fashion made him completely forget this possibility. "What about I part-time study and part-time be part of your group," he said, smiling at them. "Can you do it, babe?" Peter asked, and Damian nodded, "I'd be happy to join."

I took it and my eyes immediately darted to the caption of the video. “Ceres, Director of Starfall Entertainment having a swell time at the Luxury Club last night with Damian, the famous artist from Sunshine Entertainment.” The man I had danced with last night was damian? I was a bit shocked at the discovery. The footage was crystal clear—my movements fluid, my expression fierce. But what caught my attention wasn’t my dancing—it was the way Damian looked at me. It was a bit intense. I scrolled through the comments beneath the video. They were on fire...