DEMENTED | Ethan Dolan

POSSESSION

Y/N's starting to think that perhaps possession isn't such a bad thing.

For instance, right now, she feels possessed by the bright hazel eyes of Ethan Dolan—also known as The Seeker. And by possession, she doesn't mean that he's capturing her body to control; he's capturing her heart, soul, and mind. All the fear that she had once felt before had suddenly dissipated when she looked into those warm eyes of his... despite his demonic figure, they never lacked warmth and, admittedly, even when they were filled with that black abyss when he took himself into his true form. Maybe she felt scared before because of the unknown, but after everything that had just happened, she no longer fears the unknown. What she truly fears is being without him, although, now she no longer has to worry about that.

Because he's here now, holding her in his arms that looked as untouched as ever, as if he hadn't just eliminated his brother's existence.

Y/N closed her eyes again, unsure if her eyes were correct and if reality was simply trolling her. She felt his fingers nudge her jawline lightly, and he chuckles softly, "Open your eyes angel, let me see your beautiful eyes that I've missed so much."

Under his command, her eyes flutter open to look upon his face once again. So devastatingly handsome, it's quite difficult to believe that this creature is a demon. Of course, she knows he is because of certain things he has done, but right now he feels like the most angelic devil she had ever come to known. Her eyes are swelling with tears as she finally brings herself to open her mouth and utter the next few words, "Is it really you?"

The ends of his lips twist into a gentle and amused smirk, and while he caresses her stunned face he replies, "Care for me to prove it to you, baby?"

Y/N nodded her head eagerly, and with that, Ethan finally closed the gap between them and pressed their lips together. The familiar burst of chaotic energy whenever they would touch came running back immediately through her veins—she didn't think she could miss a kiss so dearly, even by someone who she thought she'd never want to see again. But she recognizes his true intentions now, and she feels more giddy than ever before. Their lips mold perfectly together, it had taken her less than half of a second to know that it was definitely Ethan by just the feeling of his lips. She could kiss him forever if she could...

The second that Ethan pulls away, he whispers, "I'm sorry."

Still rather frazzled by their renunited kiss, she questions quite stupidly, "Sorry about what?"

"For everything. For scaring you, for making you think that I would ever hurt you," he murmured, and she could detect the emotion of remorse swimming in his eyes that no other demon could ever imitate. "You know I would never intend to do that. I just wanted you to stay so badly... but I trespassed your boundaries, and made you feel unsafe when I should have protected you. You didn't leave me, my impulsiveness made you go away. I just-"

Y/N couldn't help but cut off his sweet apology with a chaste kiss to his lips once again, and she mumbles against his hot mouth, "Ethan."

"What?" he replies, confused.

"I love you."

His mind seemed unable to comprehend her sudden verbal affection because—let's be honest—he's not exactly the most deserving of it after everything that had gone down. Still, despite being deeply confused, the heart he once thought was cold and dead inside of him beats rapidly at her warm touch, and he murmurs with utter shock, "Y-You do? I mean... you still do?"

She chuckles at his reaction, and responds with, "Oh baby, I've never stopped."

Ethan wasted no time in reconnecting their lips in another hungry and desperate kiss... at this point, he doesn't think he's ever going to stop, even when they get home... will they ever get home? Where exactly is their home? No matter what, he's bound to her side for all of eternity and doesn't really care where either of them go, as long as he's with her. There's no one he's going to be more loyal to than her, she's captured his mind and heart and has become an addiction he doesn't want to be rid of. Their time apart was more torturous than his mortal death—a worse fate than succumbing to the fiery pits of Hell. It's something he doesn't ever want to go through ever again.

And if he has to become an Angel to reassure that, then fine by him...

"I love you," Ethan rushes out when they pull away for air again, "I love you so fucking much, I missed you. More than anything I have ever missed in my entire life."

That's saying quite a lot, coming from a demon.

"Then show me," Y/N whispers, her tone light but seductive. A slight smirk is planted on her lips, just as she traces her fingertips over Ethan's jawline. "Show me how much you've missed me."

"I'll do more than that," he determinedly declared. "I'll show you what I've dreamt about doing to you."

With that, he scoops her into his strong, broad arms and plants her right on top of the bed she had previously been hiding underneath. They both completely ignore the state of the household they're currently, both too consumed in each other's bodies to care about the mess that currently lays behind the door. Ethan flings his own shirt off before practically ripping hers apart, his hands flocking towards her exposed breasts and lips connecting to the crook of her neck. His teeth graze into her skin, leaving splatters of marks to taint her body that he's been waiting so long to do. Y/N's grinding away up against him, her relentless movements causing a friction in his lower region which makes him grunt.

Her hands grasps at his bare shoulders and she whines, "Please, touch me Ethan."

He swears, he's absolutely possessed by her, because he swiftly obeys her command by squeezing at her breasts before dragging his wandering hands to her stomach region. He pulls down her pants dips his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties, his eyes darkening when he realizes that they're completely soaked with desire. Her words were truthful then—she really does want him.

Fingers digging into the skin of her bare thighs, he spreads her legs apart and his mouth practically drools at the sight of her most intimate part of her body. A place he hasn't tasted or touched in so long, he briefly wonders if this was simply a hallucination played out by her miserable, cruel demonic woes. But once Y/N digs her fingers into his hair and whimpers out his name again, he realizes that she is, in fact, real, and he dips his face between her legs and presses his lips up to her hot core to pepper a gentle kiss against it.

"So wet for me," he mumbles, causing her legs to tremble slightly when he finally sticks his tongue out and grazes over her slick hole.

"Oh," she sighs erotically, leaning her head back at the unexpected intrusion of her folds. In a familiar sense, he flicks his tongue up and around at her sensitive nerds, something she hadn't realized that she truly missed until she moaned out uncontrollably, "Oh fuck, Ethan, right there."

Her words make Ethan chuckle, "Forgot how dirty of a mouth my baby can have."

He continues his movements until an orgasm rises pleasantly out of her, making him sign with content as her legs shook. He then sits back up and shuffles out of his pants, undressing himself until he is bare just as she is. His cock is pulsing and hard, ready to make love to her as he intends to do so.

Y/N's eyes are on his intently, their stare holding permanently as he lays himself down upon her and enters her with ease. Their movements feel in sync as he thrusts into her slowly, his mouth ajar and droplets of perspiration dripping down his sculpted body as he intertwines their fingers together and lays their hands on both sides of her head that rests upon the bed. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, holding onto his lower half for dear life as he pounds into her sweetly, but also desperately. There isn't anything really to describe the feeling of her reunited lover finally connecting with her—the ironic feeling of being alive, now more than she has ever felt in her years of living on this earth.

She also feels so alive when his lips linger by her ear, his hot breath ringing out as he uttered, "I feel so beautiful when I'm inside of you, baby."

He's diminishing her purity, but at the same time, she feels more innocent than she's ever had in her entire life. And it's ironic, and quite mind-boggling, that after some revelation in which he would go to Heaven for her, she would go to Hell for him... No.

She would go to Hell with him.

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hey!! sorry that i haven't updated this in a while... just had been going through a lot mentally but i'm getting better now :) (was also slightly discouraged by a hate anon on tumblr lol) but anyway it truly brings a smile to my face reading all your sweet comments... and the funny ones too!! they truly make my day a whole lot better reading them & i want to thank you for your support.... 23K reads that is insane!! there's more to come ily all <3