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How about yall write my university assignments for me and I’ll write you one shots?

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Just had the worst first date ever, like literally. I could go on and on abt how he talked about how abuse was the victims fault, now he said mental illness wasn’t real, or how he kept touching my thighs, back and chest. But my main complaint is that he SQUEEZED AND PINCHED MY BACK ROLLS.

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Hello!! My name is lily and I was wondering if anyone else was looking for a Voltron role play partner!!

I do FxM, FxF and I do MxM (thought I’m more unsure about that one because i haven’t really done it before hehe) and I do OC x CC!!!

In a seasoned role player!! I’ve been role playing for a while and I usually do DC comics role play but lately I’ve been getting back into Voltron!! I’m semi-lit. Use 3rd person POV and often will write between a line and a couple paragraphs.

Please message if interested!!

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University is apparently having an assignment due before you even begin the class #kill me

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Fire benders at hot (physically and lookwise)

SHOW ME AN UNATTRACTIVE FIRE BENDER. I DARE YOU.

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oyoyo, I’m looking for a role play partner for DC!!

I do make x male, female x male and female x female!! I do a double pov that’s in 3rd person and I typically do a couple lines to a paragraph or two!! But we can talk about that more later hehe

My preferred love interest for my OC is Damian Wayne, but I’m really flexible in terms of your love interest- even doing different fandoms tehee.

I also roleplay on discord!!

Shoot me a message if you’re interested!

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Crying bc our seats for Melanie Martinez are so high up and I’m scared of heights

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PETTINESS

“Why aren’t you wearing your glasses?” Damian raised a brow as he looked to his girlfriend, whom of which he had recently held an argument with.

She crossed her arms and pointed her nose up at him before she dignified him with her response, a petty “im tired of seeing your ugly face” was her reply.

So she was going to be like that? Well Damian could get below her level of pettiness as he moved too close to her, almost headbutting her “good thing you aren’t blind princess” he breaths on her lips.

She took a moment before she gagged “ew- your breath stinks! Were you eating olives again?”

He smirked viciously as her hand landed on his face to push him away and she dry heaved- definitely putting on the dramatics. “Damian Wayne is a stinky ass!” She would declare to the world.

He laughed to himself before driving in, pinning her to the couch and tickling her sides.

“Dami! No!

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Me thinking about making a TikTok edits to show off my OC:

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Yoyoyo, I’m looking for a role play partner for DC!!

I do make x male, female x male and female x female!! I do a double pov that’s in 3rd person and I typically do a couple lines to a paragraph or two!! But we can talk about that more later hehe

My preferred love interest for my OC is Damian Wayne, but I’m really flexible in terms of your love interest- even doing different fandoms tehee.

I also roleplay on discord!!

Shoot me a message if you’re interested!

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STAGES

Confused and dazed, still hands and shaking, unsure and cold, what was happening? Why was this happening? The wind blew past you and Damian. Ruffling the big black coat that kept your body so secure and warm. 

Shuddered breath, the wind stopped and the leaves stilled and silenced. 

“Damian?”

He didn’t look at you, his hands hurried deep into his pockets for warmth. Your stomach stilled for a moment, as if sick.

“Damian?” 

Your eyes dart around but are trained on him, examining his expression, the twitch of his nose and the guilty gleam of his skin as the temperature dropped a little lower. The stillness of your gut was replaced by a drop, a drop that went down so far it landed in your feet.

“Damian?!”

Your voice cracked as a sob fought its way up your throat and barely escaped before you shut your mouth again. You couldn’t question anything but you wanted to question everything. Why was this happening? What he made this happen? Why wouldn’t he speak or even look at you? What type of coward was this?! Once shock, had now been replaced by rage. Your fists balled and shaking with anger that you felt like you couldn’t control. A monster on your shoulder. 

“Please, please baby, just talk to me” your knees almost gave out and you swore you could see Damian flinch, as if he was going against instincts to support your weight. You caught yourself luckily but you could almost stare at him as he stayed silent and staring at the group. 

“Please” your voice cracked and you quietly felt tears slip down your cheeks as you should your head “please don’t be what I think it is” but he only stayed silent in voice, only letting out a shudder of a exhale. 

 It hit you like a wave, acceptance. This was happening, after what had felt like a perfect 10 months…Damian was breaking up with you…and he couldn’t even look at you. “Damian…if you…” 

“I won’t.” Damian finally spoke after swallowing the spit that had gathered in his mouth. “I promise you that” he looked at you one last time. He admired your skin, your cheeks, your hair and the glow of your eyes. The way that your beanie perfectly frames your hair and protected it from the harshness of Gotham snow. The way his coat looked so big and comfortable on your frame, he admired how your cheeks flushed red at the cold. He admired you, down to the tiniest detail. 

Now it was your time to not be able to look at him, your eyes went to his feet, his shiny, black shoes catching your attention. “Will you regret it?” You finally mumble after a moment of silence. 

“Maybe” he says after a deep thought “but I can’t let you go on like this.” 

You went to reply, but the crunch of snow silenced you as he slowly turned around and began to walk back to his car. The door closing and the engine starting before you could even take a step. 

You watched as he drove down the street, you watched as he drove down the street. Your heart felt heavy, it twisted and you slowly made your way over to a bench to recover your thoughts. 

The snow continued to fall, the leaves brushed against each other as the wind blowed. Traffic continues, the lifts changed and the world didn’t stop…but it fall silent, it stopped for you.  

For the next hour, you watched as people walked by. You took notice to them all. You noticed as they walked in pairs. Some holding hands and others smiling. You noticed the old ladies who walked with their wedding rings on their hands but no partner beside them…

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The car pulled to the side of the street, snow crunching beneath the tires and shuddered breaths being made as Damian slowly leaned back in his seat and swallowed, trying to fill the pit in his stomach, the hole in his heart. 

“I did it…promise me she’s safe” he says finally after a moment 

“I promise” 

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How does it feel to carry the Damian Wayne smut community on your back?

As the rock once said, ITS ABOUT DRIVE‼️, ITS ABOUT POWER‼️‼️‼️‼️,WE GET HUNGRY 🤤🤤🤤🔥🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅WE DEVOUR👩‍💻👩‍💻👩‍💻🍴🍴‼️‼️

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SWEATER WEATHER P.2

as I said, I’m feral. This is the full on smut.

↳PART ONE

“Everything beloved”

His eyes are like a trained predators. He watched you with such intensity that you feel an emptiness that you’ve never felt before.

You look at him and slowly you reach behind you, hands undoing the clasp of your bra before it slowly drops.

He eyes your hungrily and offers his sweater “here you go princess” he says as he moved closer to your face before pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

It slips over your head and you wear it, he almost goes crazy at how you look. Your face is flushed pink. Your hair is messy and the sweater is large on you…and even better, it’s in his colours.

You slowly pull your panties off and drop them onto the seat before moving to go and undo the buckle of his belt “can you do this for me baby?” You ask sweetly as he flauhed at how you’ve taken control, he hasn’t ever experienced this.

He slowly pulls his pants down enough to show his boxers, and the huge tent in his pants. Then the band of his underwear slowly moves down and down before you sit back on his lap And take him inside you.

“Mhm…fuck” you whisper to yourself as you hid yourself in his neck and took deep breaths.

“Beloved? Are you ok?” He worriedly asks as he looked at you and stroked your hair quietly.

It takes a few minutes, your eyes are squeezed shut tightly before you grind a little.

For the first time ever in your life, you hear Damian Wayne whimper and mumble a soft “fuck” under his breath. His grip on your hair turns tight and desperate.

It’s enough if I’ve you confidence as you grind on his waist slowly “good boy dami- such a good boy for me”

His face is now in your neck as he buckled into you. Breath heavy with desperation and he kisses the crook of your neck multiple times.

He groaned and he can’t help but absolutely lose his mind at every touch of yours. He’s rutting into you at an unmatchable speed and now you’re leaning back on his dash as you take it.

“Oh- oh dami!” You cry as you grip his hair. His head moved lower and he pulled the sweater above your chest “baby girl, please, please let me have some” he’s referencing to your tits, so touch and perfect. The nipple is hard, as if tempting him to give you milk.

You can only whimper and nod as you ride his dick. His lips carefully wrap around your nipple and he began to suckle your breast.

As his teeth graze your nipple- you gasp and cum on his dick. Gripping his shirt desperately “oh- oh dami” you whimper loudly “oh baby please”

“Please what?” He whispers against your tit.

Tears reach your eyes “please suck harder baby. Milk me” she sobbed in pleasure.

He snapped. He grips the sweater tighter as he began to thrust into her at a rapid pace. Sucking so hard at her tits that she swears she can feel milk streaming out of them.

“Fuck, beloved. I’m going to cum” he grunts as he pulled away and hurried his heads in her tits. Moaning her name before he came deep inside her. Breathing heavily.

She wrapped her arms around him, allowing him to stay inside her as she tried to calm down.

“We ok?” He mumbles

“Were good” she mumbles

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Sweater Weather P.1

literally feral for this man, I had to split it into two parts cause it was over 2k lmao

↳PART TWO

Quietly, your hands held the rusted chains of the swing set, the creaking that the metal made every time you swung slowly came to an end and finally you were still. No longer following the pattern of up and down, instead the wind pushed past you, flying your hair in all types of directions and Damian stood in front of you.

“We need to talk” he says through his chapped lips, the cold breeze making his nose and ears tinge red.

You tried to pay no mind to him, pulling yourself up and ready for another swing but he grabbed the chains of the swing and held you still.

“Please”

It was a simplistic beg, but coming from Damian…it was strange and unfamiliar. The man never begged, only demanded, that’s what ended you both here. In the abandoned park of Gotham’s lower south side, which was your favourite spot to be alone in. Covered in the green trees and dead leaves…it hid you away from the noise and chaos of the city that never slept.

Your hair swept being you at a particular harsh breeze, forcing you to not hide behind it and Damian looked down at you, piecing green eyes meeting your pink lips “y/n…please”

You took a sharp breath, those eyes always got you. The tone of his voice only showed his desperation to speak to you.

Your teeth gently grazed your bottom lip in thought, you were in a tricky position here. Damian had you pinned down, literally. His hands gripped the chains of the swings so desperately, your face was so close to his chest that you could smell him and feel the warmth of his beating heart.

Your eyes finally met and slowly you got up, your legs feeling like they couldn’t support the weight of your heavy heart as he moved away from you, soon standing next to you as he lead you to his car which sat parked on the end of the street.

He opened the door for you and you shuffled awkwardly, not used to seeing this side of Damian. The gentlemen side…before you had only known him as the brute and multi-tricked pony that every girl (and boy) at school adored.

You slipped into the car, the leather seats almost feeling like they swallowed you as you admired how the car smelt like him and described him in small ways.

The seats were black and most of the interior of the car was, but it had small parts of Damian…like the little Robin keychain that dangled from his review mirror, or the tissues he always kept handy…you would have more time to examine it but before you knew it he had opened the door and shuffled into the drivers seat.

He didn’t speak for a few minutes before he finally took a breath “can we talk about the kiss?”

Oh yes, that dreaded kiss that changed everything. You had both been at a party, it was a split second decision that mostly everyone at the part just had to played spin the bottle. It had landed on you and Damian, Damian was about to call it quits and you had (embarrassing drunk enough to not judge your actions and think about what you were doing before you did it) landed on his lap and kissed him.

Yeah…you don’t remember the night much after that, except Damian leaving soon after.

“Listen I had just- I was a little-“

“Drunk?” He cut you off, almost seeming to have a cocky smirk on his face as he looked at you, your face flushed pink and trying to hide in the high neckline of your turtle neck as you nod.

He moved closer and gently pulled the fabric down so he could see your full face “why are tou embarrassed?”

“B-because who does that?!” You squeak, wishing he had just never found you here.

“Someone I admire” his right hand moves and loops your hair between his fingers, curling it and smirking as he leaned into your seat.

“W-what?” You laugh nervously- did Damian admire you?

He hummed soffly “you really think I, Damian Wayne, the person in the school who has the best reflexes, didn’t see you coming?” He almost laughed as he moved a little bit closer “darling, I was waiting for you”

Your face blows up red. He’s so close to you, you’re so close to him, your hearts going a million miles a minute!! You scramble back, hitting the door and so you tried to cover your face “w-what’s that meant to mean?!” You shriek, voice cracking as you look at him.

He doesn’t have a reaction, he just sits there smirking at you and moving a little bit closer “what do you think Y/n?” He asks seriously.

“I-I don’t know you fucking sadist!” You squeak, trying to calm down as you look at him.

“Do you want me to show you?” He asks, almost gently, but you watch his eyes. There’s something desperate behind them, something almost…primal..as he examines you.

The heater of his car flicks on, you don’t notice as you stare at him, trying to work out what he’ll do as you slowly nod a yes to his question.

He smirked even wider and suddenly he grasps you by your coat before he pressed his lips to yours.

You freeze, not knowing what to do…as Damian slowly pulls away thing you don’t like it, you grab his coat and pull him closer. Lips melting into each others.

His hands move to your waist and you pull away for a deep breath of air before you kiss him again and he holds you closer.

“Mhm…wait” he mumbles. You pull away, breathing heavily and tugging at your collar as you try to calm yourself down.

His seat slides back and he puts his hands on your waist again before he lifts- YES LIFTS- you onto his lap.

You hold his broad shoulders and you’re blushing, how did he do that?! “Damia-“ his index finger goes to your lips and he shushes you softly.

“Take this off” he interrupts you, tugging at your thick coat, only now do you realise how actually…hot, you felt.

You nod and rip it off, throwing it in front of you both as it lands on the back seat.

“Good girl” he praised before he kissed you again passionately, hands moving to your waist and under your shirt.

You shudder, it feels almost like he’s a weapon with the effect he has on you, every touch he gives you feels electric and you can’t help but enjoy every jolt.

He clicks a button, the windows are completely blacked out and he tugs at your turtle neck “it’s hard to resist” he whispers “your irresistible, addictive even…princess”

You flushed and took a breath before you slowly took off the turtle neck, throwing it next to you both as you kissed him again.

He pulled away “wait, I want to admire the art” he mumbles as he kissed your lips quickly and then he pulled away to admire every curve and bump, every little scar…he kisses them all and then he lands on your neck. Lips pecking at your neck before he sucked purple hickeys into your neck.

“Mine” he grunts as he kicked up your neck and you shudder “oh, fuck damian”

He smirked “do you like that?” He asks in a sort of whisper as you pulled away and nod with flushed cheeks.

He hummed and he moved forward before he scoots away a little and took off his coat, also throwing it in the back before he looked at you and the goosebumps on your shoulder “beloved, are you cold?” He almost seems…mocking, as he does it.

You flushed “a little” she admits as he hummed sweetly and moved to grab his sweater “how about a deal?” He cooed.

You bit your lip “what deal?” You ask softly.

“You can have this…just remove everything else”

Your core almost tightens and you nod as you slowly pulled your stockings down your legs along with your skirt. You look up at him unsure if this was what he wanted.

He watched you with careful eyes “everything beloved”

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Guess what baby, I can now LEGALLY COMMIT ALCOHOLISM‼️‼️ (I’m 18 now in other words)

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POV, participating in TikTok trends cause yknow, why not?

Hehehe

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Nothings new.

Before, Damian’s eyes would gazed over at the (H/C) hair that laid, sprawled over his pillows, legs tangled over his own and pinkies interlocked as he watched her perfectly pink lips talk, the bed felt warm, comfortable and he felt at peace.

And with the way her body best near his own, He could fall asleep at any moment but he wouldn’t because he didn’t want to miss a single second of watching her talk, of watching her have that small spark of passion in her eyes as she made various hand gestures with her free hand.

Now he was alone, the bed was cold. There was no talking to drown out the silence and the only warmth he honed was from his lonely comforter that smelt like lavender washing powder, not like her vanilla scent.

The only gaze he had was of the various trees and bushes that painted the view from his balcony window, that he couldn’t even see that well without getting out of bed.

But he didn’t have the strength to at that moment, he didn’t eve have the strength.

Before, everything was a new experience, even if it wasn’t. Even if they had done the same routine every night it felt exciting and indulgent.

Now nothing felt new. Everything was the same, without the sense of nostalgia. He felt empty and cold, he could sprawl out in a starfishes position and he would still feel like the bed had too much space, that the endless valleys of comforter and pillows where unused.

He wanted something new, but most importantly, he wanted you.