Darkiplier/Damien OneShots

Darkiplier

Content Warning: Hair tugging, Scratching, Smut

A/n: Also I had help writing this chapter, so not all of them are going to be this long/detailed.

Prompt: Dated Damien in the past. Dark kisses you "out of nowhere"

My words were silenced when Dark's lips abruptly crashed down upon mine.

Realization spread through my mind like wildfire. Slowly and cautiously I let my hand find his forearm and squeezed gently. His lips moved softly against mine, it was like we were in sync. His tongue slides its way in. I lost myself in his touch, in the taste of the ambrosia I had long lusted for.

I've dreamed of this so many times. I've silently wished for his mouth on mine several times. Now that it was happening, I m almost certain it isn't real. Maybe I was still asleep in the my bed. Yes, that has to be it, but...I'm not asleep. This isn't a dream.

When he slowly moved back, I took a moment to catch my breath. Dark smirked at me in obvious amusement, saying nothing. It made me squirm under the weight of his gaze nonetheless.

"You have no idea how long I've considered doing that," he mused softly

I can't help but blink in awe, unsure of how to respond. He begins to stroke my chin with his thumb. "Well... I'm glad you finally did," I blurted out.

His warm chuckle washes away the anxiety growing and soothes my nerves. He was always good at that somehow. Even now, despite his overwhelmingly serious and cold demeanor towards others, he kept me on the edge of it all.

"You're right. I should have told you long ago how I cared for you. I was just so certain that you deserved better, that you would leave- rightfully so- the moment that things got rough again, and yet you've stayed here by my side. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to realize it. I will spend all of eternity making it up to you if you'll allow me to."

I think about how I should respond to his deep and precious words, but nothing sounded right. Saying I love you is just bland in comparison to that. After a few moments more, I uncrossed my arms and reach up to tenderly cup his sharp jaw, unable to help a little smile from the feeling of his soft hair slightly touching my hands. He didn't resist my pull as I guided him for a much rougher kiss than before.

He was slow and gentle, but I wasted no time. I needed to show him how I felt, as much as I wanted to drown myself in him. As his hands came to rest on my sides and squeezed gently, I take the hint and pulled away to breathe.

"I've wasted so much of our time," he muttered. I didn't hear him still dazed from the kiss.

Before I could probe the meaning further, I felt the change in the air immediately and knew he had teleported us both. It didn't take me long to recognize the decor of his room.

There was no denying the nerves fluttering in my stomach, nor the way just seeing his bed under the implications made my pulse spike, but it wasn't a bad feeling.

Ever so softly, he palmed the nape of my neck and drew me into another series of breath-stealing kisses. The solid press of his hand against my neck held me firm, sending the overwhelming sensation of safety through my veins and mixing perfectly with the lust forcing its way up. Feeling that stability and energy surrounding me now was almost as delicious as the way his lips moved against mine.

Slowly he made his way down my jaw and lingered a moment at my ear, long enough to take a quick little nibble, then continued on down. I could almost make out the soft little words he breathed tantalizingly against my flesh, if only I could focus long enough.