#and i fully understand why ethan took it down lmao

[platonically-loving-alastor]

Hazbin Unus Annus AU Part 2

Ignore how late this is, it took me a while for reasons you'll soon understand

As I said, the titles and overall concepts of every video will remain the same. The first real Unus Annus video was called Cooking With Sex Toys. So. Here me out. This is actually great as a first video, as it will serve as an example of the difference in direction Alastor and Lucifer would take the idea as opposed to the original Mark and Ethan. This is going to be a longer post, as are most future ones for this series, as they will include detailing of what went more or less the same and what went differently from the original version, as well as having quotes integrated throughout to make it feel like a transcript.

Warning for a generally long post and nsfw talk under the cut I guess, incorrect use of sex toys lmao

Angel Dust was the one to think of this idea, of course. He knew it would be funny to watch the Radio Demon do his favorite thing with objects related to his least favorite thing, and he knew other sinners would agree with him.

Alastor: No.

Angel: What?

Alastor: Absolutely not.

Angel: What's wrong with the idea?

Alastor: It's disgusting and a terrible representation of what goes on here.

Angel: It's not about what goes on here, it's about getting you two in the same room together without ripping each other's heads off.

Alastor: Since when does that require the things you're talking about?

Angel: It doesn't. But think of it this way; You despise the idea, right?

Alastor: Correct.

Angel: Then if you start the year off doing it, the rest of the year will be a breeze in comparison.

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Most important detail to get out there: Alastor refuses to acknowledge the strangeness of what's going on. He knows what they're doing, he knows what they're using and why it would be considered 'funny', but he'd rather not. So he acts as if it's completely normal.

Lucifer: So, what do we have here?

Alastor: You're the one who bought it all.

Lucifer, ignoring him: Okay, we got a paddle.

Alastor: A spatula.

Lucifer: Yeah, sure. We also have a different kind of.. 'Spatula'.

Alastor: That one would be used for meat tenderizing.

Lucifer: Right..

Alastor: None of this is sexual. We are cooking a delicious breakfast-

Lucifer: Using sex toys.

Alastor: They are only sex toys if we use them as such.

Lucifer: Sure, buddy.

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While most things in this video go differently, I think the uses of the toys remain, including the ears and tail. Specifically, Lucifer buys a pair of deer ears and tail, to mock and annoy Alastor.

Charlie: Aw, now you two are matching :)

Lucifer, having bought them for this exact purpose: Hey, we are, aren't we? What a special bonding moment between friends.

Alastor: *eye twitches* We are not friends. Take them off.

Lucifer: What's wrong, Al? I'm a small, adorable, defenseless deer, just like you!

Alastor: I am far from defenseless, your highness.

Lucifer: Well then, if you're so strong, why don't you just make me take them off?

*insert intense stare-down, both knowing damn well Alastor couldn't do shit about it if he wanted to*

Alastor, begrudgingly: Very well.. Just don't let it become a distraction.

Lucifer: Aw see, I knew you'd come around, Bambi!

Alastor: Call me that one more time and I will slit your throat.

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Alastor, rinsing down one of the toys: You should always rinse out your new cookware *proceeds to meticulously clean and disinfect each object. Twice*

He's having a hard time with getting over this part.

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Angel took Charlie's place behind the camera once the cleaning was done, after she fully realized the awkwardness of the situation. She made him promise to not let them get too out of control.

Alastor: *unsuccessfully using the whip as a whisk*

Angel: I think you gotta squeegee it out with you hands.

Alastor: *sighs* this is not proper cooking etiquette

Lucifer: You know, it's not supposed to look like dough. You wanna add a couple more uh.. *smirks and motions toward the fleshlights they used for water* Are we calling them cups?

Alastor: *deep inhale* Yes we are, and yes I will.

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Alastor: *going on a tangent about how to not burn a pancake, slowly devolving into struggling to flip said pancake with the paddle and becoming increasingly frustrated* As I am attempting to demonstrate, you just have to... Just... Ahah.. This would be a lot easier if I was using a standard spatula. BUT we'll just have to make do with this crude, impractical, nuisance of a- *flips pancake* and there we have it, ladies and gentlemen, a perfectly cooked pancake!

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Lucifer: *getting ready to beat the eggs* Are there any spices you want on your eggs? Any salt, pepper, or..

Alastor, stopping everything he's doing: Are.. Are those all the spices you know..?

Lucifer being unbearably white (despite not even being human) and the remains of Alastor's heart consequently dying.

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Because they're using the same materials, that means they're also using the drilldo (Lucifer was responsible for that one).

Lucifer: Huh, I never would've tried beating eggs this way, but it does a pretty damn good job! It's the correct motion and everything.

Alastor: ...

Lucifer: Right, Alastor? Don't you think the drilldo's doing a good job?

Alastor: Please refrain from reminding me about the atrocity you created earlier. And don't call it that.

Lucifer: ... But do you think it's working? *holds the bowl up to him*

Alastor: Yes yes, it's working fine! Just get it out of my face!

'Gee, there's a lot of stuff Alastor doesn't want Lucifer to say'. Yes. In fact, in his ideal world, Lucifer would be completely silent 24/7.

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Lucifer: *about a vibrator they're using to cut the eggs* This thing is stronger than I thought. I kinda feels nice. Al, you want a massage?

Alastor: Stay away from me with that thing.

Lucifer: Come on, you're the one saying none of this is sexual-

Alastor: Because it's not.

Lucifer: Then why are you so uncomfortable with this? I was just gonna massage your back with it.

Alastor: Sexuality has nothing to do with it, I just generally don't want you touching me.

Lucifer: Hm, well you're good at being a hypocrite, try it on me instead!

Alastor: Only if it will quiet you down. *takes the vibrator from him, reluctantly brushing his shoulder with it*

Lucifer: Ah~

Alastor: *immediately turns it off, puts it down, and steps away* Well I won't be handling that anymore today.

*Lucifer and Angel Dust laughing*

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Alastor will eat none of the food they make, insisting it has nothing to do with the materials used and that he just isn't hungry. The trip he made to Cannibal Town shortly after they finished filming is entirely unrelated.

Lucifer: Alright Alastor, breakfast is served! *sets down plates of eggs, bacon, and pancakes*

Alastor: I wasn't planning on eating that.

Lucifer: Oh but surely a chef must taste test his own dish.

Alastor: Well then you can go on ahead and do that. I'll be sitting this one out.

Lucifer: You act like we got these things from a second hand shop.

Alastor: Eugh.. I'm well aware of where we got them. I just don't feel particularly hungry right now.

Angel: Ain't you always hungry?

Alastor: Yes, but that can't be so easily satiated with eggs and bacon. Although if you're offering something else...

Angel, regretting decisions: Nope! Sorry sorry, jeez.. Ignore me, I'm just the cameraman

[sweetnestor]

odlt extra #2 | a plethora of difficulties

March 2018, aka the night of ethan’s drunk stream. drink responsibly kiddos.

PREVIOUS FICS (u should read these if ur new here)(srsly this is ethan x oc)

The magic number for this month was nine. I was one week away from being exactly nine months sober. I was proud, and I had also run out of people to give my chips to. The last person to receive a chip from me was Amy, and that was two months ago.

Anyway, every anniversary I always end up reflecting on my progress. Yes, I quit drinking. That meant I had to find other ways to cope with my never ending, always frustrating social anxiety. That was a particularly hard thing to deal with, and it was really annoying.

Drinking excessively? Over it. Suicide attempt? Like it never even happened. Depressive episode who? Don’t know her. Social anxiety? Yeah, she’s a BITCH.

I was trying, though, and Ethan told me that trying always counts.

I’ve managed to be around my close circle of friends (Mark, Amy, Tyler, Kathryn, and Jack when he was in the country) without feeling the deadly temptation. I was comfortable around them because they’ve witnessed my bad moments with alcohol… and my bad moments in general. If I ever was feeling triggered, I had my ways to combat it.

One thing I have found useful and productive in my sober time was my unconditional and insatiable need to mother the shit out of my boyfriend when he couldn’t do it himself. Over time, I had become the permanent designated driver for not just Ethan, but also his friends outside the team. It helped all of them save Uber money, and it eased my mind knowing that they all got home safely. It also helped me get comfortable around the friends I didn’t know as well, so then maybe I could actually be out and about with them in the future. Yeah, Ethan threw up in the passenger seat one time, but at least it was in the safety of my car. And yes, it was a bitch to clean up. And no, the friends that witnessed that moment have not let him live it down.

Aside from blowing chunks in inconvenient spaces, the times when Ethan would drink a little too much were tricky to deal with. When I would get him inside his apartment, he wouldn’t make it to his room. He would settle for the couch and insist on taking me with him. He was also very handsy and always wanted to kiss me, despite the liquor breath. Once I made it clear I wasn’t interested, he would back off and fall asleep.

Tonight was a little different. I headed over to Ethan’s apartment after working at the office like I normally would. He was walking out of his recording room as I entered the apartment. It took a second for me to notice his droopy eyes and dopey grin. And then I saw the bottle of Jack in his hand. Oh.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked as I closed the front door behind me.

Ethan looked up and smiled wide. “Bella!” He opened his arms and walked towards me.

He was a cuddly drunk too. Can’t complain about that.

“Me and Brian just recorded some videos,” he told me as he pressed my head against his chest. “Mm, I missed you.”

I giggled as I pulled out of his grasp. I looked up at him, trying to determine just how intoxicated he was. “So how much have you had?”

He chuckled and held up a finger, like he had some big, rousing story as to how he got in this situation. “Listen… when you watch the videos, you will understand.” He spoke slowly and fumbled on his speech.

“How much?” I asked again.

“Ten - No, twelve shots,” he replied. “Twelve, I think.”

I hid my shocked expression well. “I see. And what are you gonna do now?”

“I’m gonna go pee. And I’m taking this with me.” He held up the bottle. “‘Cause you’re not allowed…”

And he strode off into the bathroom.

It’s one thing to drop him off at his friend’s house or at a bar. It was easy for me to have that distance and do my own thing. Now I was torn between going home and staying to take care of him. I should go home because I still get triggered by alcohol and being around drunk people. But I should stay because Ethan was hammered and he was alone in his own apartment. Who else was going to take care of him?

I took a deep breath and marched over to the fridge. As soon as I opened it, all I saw was beer and expensive whiskey. But no, I was better than this. I’ve stayed in Ethan’s apartment many times, knowing there was alcohol in here. It took me a moment to reach for the orange Gatorade, but I did it. However, I did pretend it was tequila or vodka as I drank some of it. Just because you’re clean, don’t mean you don’t miss it.

Then I heard gagging and retching in the bathroom. It was quick and followed by the toilet flushing. Guess I can’t have Gatorade now.

Ethan stepped out of the bathroom like nothing happened. He walked over, still having a grin on his face.

“I’m gonna stream now,” he said casually.

I chuckled. “Okay, sure.”

“No, really. I already tweeted it.”

This was going to be harder than I thought. I checked my phone, and there was indeed a tweet linking to Ethan’s Twitch channel. Dammit.

“Are you sure, bubby?” I asked, trying to get on his sweet side. “You just got sick, don’t you wanna go to bed?”

Ethan took two clumsy steps towards me. He reached up and stroked my bottom lip with his thumb, evidently smearing my lipstick.

“You can wait for me in bed, baby,” he told me as he attempted to wink. “Keep your lipstick on. I like it.”

I would have laughed had it not been for the circumstances. Here I thought he listened to me better when he was intoxicated.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drunk stream,” I suggested, getting anxious as I wiped just below my mouth.

“But the community!” he whined. “I can’t disappoint them! I promised a drunk stream! It has to happen, Bella!”

I rolled my eyes, now getting impatient. “You’re gonna regret it tomorrow, but go off!”

Ethan’s face fell a little bit. “Don’t be mean to me… I’m just trying to have fun!”

“I’m not-” I stopped myself, realizing there was no point in arguing. “Okay, you made the decision. Have your fun! And take this too, you’re gonna need it.” I gave him the Gatorade.

Let him regret it in the morning.

“Okay, I’ll try to be quick.” He leaned in and kissed the top of my head. “I love you.”

“Love you,” I mumbled as I went over to the couch.

Of course I watched everything go down from my laptop. It was entertaining to say the least, but it also made my stomach feel heavy. Should I have tried harder to stop him?

I hesitated to mod the chat on Twitch, but I eventually signed on and made my presence known. First message I saw? “Bella, come get ya mans!” Honey, I fucking tried. I figured, as long as I don’t make it known that we’re in the same apartment, it shouldn’t be a problem, right? People don’t have to know that I let him get this messy, right?

“Oh, hi Bella,” Ethan said in the stream when he looked at the chat. “Everyone say hi to Bella!”

“Hiiiiii Bellaaaaa,” repeated his friends in exaggerated, flamboyant tones.

The first response I noticed in the chat was from Kathryn. And that was only because she texted me over the phone first.

“Should we be worried?”

On Twitch: “sup fam”

I responded in the chat first. “Hey queen.”

Over text: “He should be fine. If things get even messier then I’ll step in.”

Kathryn replied quickly. “Oh you’re there with him? You good fam?”

“lol yeah it’s all good. Keeping an eye on the boyf keeps me occupied.”

As the stream continued, Ethan took two more shots. He also drank the Gatorade I gave him, so he was attempting to stay hydrated. He was already really far gone, though.

“Brian, Brian… I love you,” Ethan slurred, clearly out of his mind.

“I’ll kill you!” Brian replied, causing everyone to laugh.

“Don’t let your girlfriend hear you say that, Earthan,” Joey added.

I snorted. My boring, sober ass couldn’t keep up anymore.

“Bella knows I love her,” Ethan told them. “I love her so much…”

“Here we fucking go,” I mumbled as I typed in the chat. “lol I could never come between you and the bagel.”

The chat went wild. Ethan missed it because he had accidentally called his mother. What I would have given to hear that conversation.

After that, things got weird. Ethan somehow logged himself out of the Discord chat with his friends. He was confused, and it showed on his drunk face. His eyes were also drooping enough for people in the chat to take notice. To top it all off, Ethan put his head down on what I assumed was the microphone, but it shifted and he practically went limp.

That was when I got up and went to the recording room. Ethan was pulling off his headphones and talking to Siri. He slowly turned towards me as I entered the room. He was so out of it.

“Is the stream over?” I asked quietly, not wanting to be overheard.

“Yeah, I ended it,” he replied softly. He moved to get up but suddenly paused. “Ugh, I don’t feel good.”

I quickly ran out of the room, grabbed the bin from the bathroom and returned. Ethan took it and held it in his lap, waiting.

While he puked up the alcohol, I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and found the Tylenol. As I went to the kitchen, I heard Ethan retching into the trash can. I got a glass of water and took it to the bedroom. I placed the glass and the painkillers on the bedside table, and then I pulled the blanket back on the bed for when Ethan wanted to lie down.

He came out of the recording room with the little trash bag tied up. He was wasted and he looked miserable. I gently took the bag from him.

“Brush your teeth and go lie down,” I told him.

“Yes, Miss,” he slurred back.

“And don’t be nasty,” I added before going to dump the trash.

As I went out to the dumpster, I mentally prepares myself. The end of the night could be good or bad, depending on how much Ethan drank. Tonight was already a bad night, I just had to get him to sleep soon. Remember when I said Ethan was handsy?

Okay, let me clear this up: I don’t mind having a cuddly drunk of a boyfriend. It’s actually really sweet. Most times, he just wants to be held as he falls asleep. That’s usually after a reasonable amount of alcohol. I wasn’t sure what to expect after 10+ shots. It also goes without saying that the alcohol breath was very difficult for me to deal with, which was why I didn’t like to kiss him in these circumstances.

I walked back into the apartment to only hear silence. I took a deep breath and went over to the bedroom. Ethan was lying on his side in the space I had made for him. His eyes were closed, so I carefully crawled in under the covers next to him.

He wasn’t asleep. As soon as I was on my back, Ethan scooted closer to me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and leaned in towards my mouth.

I quickly turned my head away from him. “Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Let me kiss you…”

“Only on the cheek.”

He did, and then he lied his head on my chest. I stroked his hair and rubbed his back, hoping he would fall asleep soon.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my shirt. “I love you so much… so fucking much…”

“I love you too, bubby,” I said. “Try to sleep, yeah?”

“M’kay…”

~

Ethan was the one who drank into oblivion, yet he still woke up before me. Granted, he was still in bed when I woke up, but he was sitting up with the TV on and playing a game. He was still in the same clothes he wore yesterday, minus the sweatpants.

I rolled into my side facing him. Ethan looked down and grinned.

“Hey Siri,” I mumbled sleepily.

He paused the game. “Goddammit, not you too…”

I chuckled. “Is it a meme now?”

“Yeah…” He sighed and lied down on his side too. “So… I kind of remember when you showed up. And I barely remember the stream.”

“Have you watched it back yet?”

Ethan nodded. “Yup. And then I took it down. It’s, uh, not my finest hour.” He rolled onto his front, hiding his face in the pillow.

“I mean, it was a fun stream!” I reassured as I rubbed his back.

He groaned and it was muffled by the pillow.

“It’s okay! It happens to all of us!”

Ethan picked his head up and sighed. “Never let me get that drunk again.”

I chuckled. “Well, I did try to talk you out of the stream. You usually listen when you’re drunk.”

“Did I try to make out with you again?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. You gave up when I said no and you passed out.”

“Well, thank you for looking out for me,” he said sincerely. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be. Oh, and I also got rid of the Jack Daniel’s, and I stashed away all the other alcohol. Just in case you were triggered or something.”

“I’m always triggered…” I admitted.

There was a pause. Ethan turned and lied on his back, resting an arm behind his head.

“You know you don’t always have to take care of me when I’m drunk,” he said after a while. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to stay.”

“It’s okay. I like taking care of you.”

“Well, I’ll try not to get so hammered next time. I’m never doing a drunk livestream ever again.”

[urlocalbunny]

.ruined orgasm - ethan.

hi, babes! My posting rate went DOWN, i’m aware, but lots of things happened and the national exams are nearing my asscheeks, so please understand that i’m overwhelmed so the requests are stopped in time lmao

1.675 words, enjoy!

Ethan was moody, and everybody knew that much. Always slamming doors, yelling, frowning, laughing at people evilly, sometimes, even... Hissing? But Eloise still put up with a lot to make their relationship work.

And in the end, it did make a difference. Ethan would tell her where he went and with who, how his day was, sometimes he'd even get her food instead of sending Beliath to learn more about her favorite things! Even if she told him that he didn't need to justify himself because they were dating, he tried to show her he could be more than just a moody young vampire. He wanted to show her he could be reliable when it counted.

That's why Eloise had the stupid idea of trying to be reliable too and got herself sitting on his bed, listening to him talking trash about everything possible with his head laying on her lap.

"And he's such a dumbass. Did you see his hair this morning? He looks like a mop. Aaron takes care of him, and he doesn't learn anything, probably burnt all his brain cells trying to find out how much is two plus two. Ah, speaking of Aaron, can you believe he ditched Leandra again? That tomato head is fucking crazy! I mean, there isn't any competition anymore because you're way hotter and you're my girlfriend, can't he do something?-"

"You're acting like a 72-year-old grandpa who likes a gossip." She deadpanned, watching his face contort into a disgusted frown.

"What the fuck? You're so mean! Pet my head." She sighed, patting his head.

"What's happening to you? You're talking too fast."

"I need to vent!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, god. Look, let's calm down. You have to sit down." She patted the bed near her. Ethan was very fast, but she never saw him using his powers inside his room like that. He sat down anyway, but then he fidgeted. "Sit down." She said softly and straddled him harmlessly. He blushed.

"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously.

"I'm just chilling with you. I'm not going to hurt you."

Sometimes, talking to Ethan was like trying to aid a hurt animal. He was in pain, scared, angry. That made him have very wary reactions. She was the first girlfriend he took seriously, after all. He wasn't the type to stay too much in one place.

"You're... Um- close." He mumbled, a little uncomfortable.

"It's okay then. We can sit side by side again. I'm sorry for pushing. I didn't realize I was too quick." She smiled, beginning to scoot over, but he held her by the waist.

"N-no. Stay like this. You're warm." He hid his red face in the crook of her neck, smelling the perfume Beliath bought for her on her birthday. Fitting.

"You're cold." She said, squealing lightly. "It's not overwhelming, though. You're chilly. I like it." His head felt very heavy. Her treatment of him was too much to handle.

"Are you alright?" She asked, quirking one cute and now messy eyebrow. He huffed, looking at her hesitantly before cupping her face on his hands and kissing her softly.

Her tiny smile on the kiss pushed Ethan further. His heart hammered like crazy. He couldn't help but squeeze her waist, making her open her mouth to moan softly. His tongue slid in slowly, licking hers tentatively, tenderly. She returned the caress, scratching the hair on the nape of his neck as a treat for his boldness. His kisses got eager and full of little appreciation noises as his hands groped her thighs roughly. Her hands got rid of his coat. Eloise tried to spare him a glance to see if she needed to stop, but he urged her back with an annoying whine, tasting her tongue again. The feeling was as if they kissed for the first time again. He wished he could stop, but her lips were so good. He wanted her to keep going even if he didn't know where.

"Eloise, I want to fuck you so bad." He whispered, pulling her hips against him. She matched his movements, combining with wandering hands, to keep him calm until the situation escalated. Her eyes took in his glazed over stare, his panting, and his now swollen red lips. A small white hair stripe ran from his belly button and lower, hiding on his pants.

"Kick off your shoes," she panted, pulling his shirt off. He did as she asked, kicking them off and pulling his socks with his feet. The sight of his flushed neck made her suck in a breath and lean in, kissing his skin eagerly. His hands found themselves on her thighs again, this time creating little red marks under his fingertips.

"You don't have to be shy, love." She whispered, making him scoff.

"You think I'm some virgin you can control?" His hands slid to her ass, squeezing it. The friction his zipper gave made her clench around nothing, whimpering louder than usual. His composure fell, a shy yet pleading stare taking place. Her fingertips ran along with his nipples, eliciting a violent shudder. His back arched nicely against her hand. Her hands worked slowly, appreciating him while his own hands kneaded her ass slowly. His stare fell on her breasts, the way the dress strap hung down still engrained on his mind. He kissed her neck, daring.

"You're so lovely." His whisper woke her up from a deep daze, her hands squeezing his waist ever so slightly.

"You're beautiful." Her answer was almost immediate. He was taken aback by such warmth. No one-night stand ever did him like this. That was already intimate. He was told he's beautiful before. Not like this. Not by her.

Pushing him on the bed and standing up to allow him to raise his hips, Eloise pulled his pants and trousers down. He blushed.

"You look pent up." She sighed, running a hand through the tip. His cock twitched.

"Why am I naked, and you're fully dressed?!"

"That, honey, is called dominance." She gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it up and planting a knee between his own, revealing her thong. He had imagined, and he'd definitely seen and felt her before, but that laid beyond his expectations. The adoration he felt broke the last of the boundaries he had. His shoulders relaxed. Raising his arms above his head and laying them on the bed, he thought that maybe surrendering once wasn't so bad.

"Open your legs for me, honey." He obeyed. Placing herself between them, she kissed him intensely. He couldn't help but pinch one of her nipples, earning a high-pitched moan from her... And his nipple pinched in return. "My, my, you look so clever taking advantage of our positions, don't you?" His hand dropped by his sides, back arching against her hand. She began to slide her nail against his stomach, gripping his cock with her hand and jerking him carefully.

His eyes fluttered shut, a peaceful expression dancing on his face as he whined lowly and pushed his hips in sync with her hand. She gripped harder, coating him on his precum. Her hand worked up and down, sometimes he felt her other hand cup his balls, and she occasionally sucked on his nipple, appreciating his body, but Ethan wasn't going to last.

"Eloise, please. I'm close. So close, I'll be so good to you, so, so good, just p-please-"

"Oops!" Her hand shot up just as Ethan was about to cum. His hips jerked upwards as he moaned helplessly and loudly, sobs erupting from his throat as he thrashed around, orgasm now ruined. The pain mixed with the full pleasure that could've been something else. Betrayal danced behind his eyes, his back arched and his hips thrusting up against nothing, tears dripping from his cheeks.

"Eloise!" He sobbed pathetically, reaching for her hand. "Elo-" he coughed.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're still so hard." She cooed, running a hand on his stomach to soothe him.

"You ruined it- why?" He was shocked, making her chuckle.

"I couldn't resist, honey. Here, let me fix it."

"How are you going to fix- ahn-" he shut up quickly when her entrance engulfed his tip, swallowing him and bringing him into her soaked heat.

"Like this." She struggled to say, holding herself against his shuddering form and waiting for him to adjust to her. Ethan kept panting, but soon enough, he came around, starting to grind up frantically until he was balls deep within her, earning some approving moans from her. She coaxed him into turning them around, making Ethan cradle her head on his arms and thrust desperately, looking for release no matter what. His cock twitched, the sensitive tip rubbing against the sweet spot that had Eloise seeing stars. The girl arched her back, nearing her end when Ethan lifted one of her legs and held it, bruising the skin and creating a new angle.

"That's it. You're doing amazing." He moaned at that compliment, snapping his hips in a low mantra of "Eloise, I wanna cum," and the groans when she pulled on his hair.

Ethan started growling incoherent stuff, tears streaming down his cheeks. His face and neck were red, and he held a breath. Eloise keened, gripping on his arm as her walls spasmed around him. Her back arched, legs trembled. His head was spinning, white dots all over the place.

"Eloise, I-" he didn't have time to explain, a long whine taking place followed by a gasp as he came inside, hips still snapping, then stilling comfortably.

"Are you okay?" She asked, caressing his back. He looked at her with his bloodshot eyes.

"That was amazing." He panted, resting his head against her chest. "Can I dom next time?"

"Of course, baby." She said softly. Ethan smirked when Eloise gasped, and the slap he gave on her leg made a loud sound in the room.

"Ah, ah. The baby is you. Get on all fours. Now. You're paying for not giving me what I wanted.

[whyarethedolanssoattractive]

Paint You Wings ~ Ethan Dolan {Part One}

[A/N: Okay so I literally could not think of a summary that didn’t sound completely stupid, but when I do I’ll edit this and post it lmao sorry]

Looking at the clock was a bad idea. I didn’t need to be reminded of the fact that the most important meeting of my career was in less than five hours and I hadn’t gotten a single minute of sleep. It only added more stress.

As if sleeping in dead silence wasn’t difficult enough, a bloodcurdling screech was heard from the other side of the wall. Without thinking twice, I jumped out of bed with an Exact-O knife and ran out of my apartment and pounded on the door next to mine several times.

It opened slowly, revealing a tall guy with a strand of purple hair in a black hoodie. He was gripping his right bicep and wincing. “Yeah?”

I went blank for a second. This guy was attractive to say the least. His features were extremely defined and his hair cropped his face in the perfect way. “Huh? Oh, um, I heard a scream.” I shook my head and held up my Exact-O knife.

The guy laughed, then opened the door a little more. “Sorry, my brother and I are filming a video. He just tased me.” His smile shifted to one side as he leaned against the doorway. “We didn’t mean to, like, alarm you.”

I shook my head. “No, no, you’re fine.”

We stood there for a solid ten seconds.

“Uh, I’m Ethan by the way.” He stuck his hand out. I stared at it for a minute before realizing I was supposed to shake it.

“Oh! I’m Averly. Nice to meet you, Ethan. Um, I should, uh, go get some sleep.” I gestured over my shoulder and turned around slowly.

He scoffed. “Sleep? It’s only, what, nine?” He laughed once more. His laugh was loud and contagious, but its authenticity made it okay.

I couldn’t help but laugh myself as I turned back around. “Try three in the morning.”

His jaw dropped slightly. “Are you kidding? Gray! It’s three AM! We need to freaking finish this!” He shouted the last part over his shoulder. “Uh, yeah, sorry about scaring you, Averly. I’ll see you around, maybe?” He smiled at me again and I swear I almost melted.

“Yeah, maybe. Bye Ethan.” I turned around and walked back to my apartment. After I put my Exact-O knife back in its box, I crawled back into bed.

Surprisingly enough, I managed to drift to sleep fairly easily after that. The next thing I remembered was my alarm going off. It was hardly even a struggle to wake up, I felt fully refreshed.

After I showered, I had a mental debate about which dress to wear: Navy blue with long sleeves and gold accessories, or sleeveless violet with a floral print cardigan and silver accessories.

I wound up choosing the violet one, then curled my hair. As I left the apartment, I grabbed my keys, phone, and portfolio. When I opened the door, the guy from last night - Ethan - was leaning against the railing, looking down at the parking lot.

He turned his head to see who I was once I closed the door and a small smile crept onto his face. “Hey, Averly, right?”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Uh, yeah. Ethan?” I’m not sure why I asked. I knew it was Ethan.

“Yeah, yeah. You look nice.” He complimented, looking me up and down. I laughed and glanced over myself once more.

“Oh, thanks. Important meeting.” I shrugged. He tilted his head barely. “Um, I’m trying to get some of my pieces into Art Pour L'âme.” I gestured with my portfolio.

His mouth fell open. “You’re an artist?” That smile came back slowly.

I couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “Yeah. I should get going. I’ll see you around.” I smiled and started to walk towards the stairs.

“Yes! I mean, yeah. Totally.” He waved in small motions as I left. A few seconds after I reached the steps, I heard his door open and close.

I put my portfolio in the backseat, then set off to the gallery. On the drive over, I mentally reviewed the way I would explain the names and meanings of all of my pieces. I came up with about seven-billion for each piece, but couldn’t decide which ways sounded less pretentious and douchey.

Finally, I arrived at the gallery. It took about thirteen mirror pep-talks before I could get out of the car, and twice that to set foot inside. Luckily, I walked in just as the executive display director, James Clifton, was coming to meet me.

He was dressed in an all-black suit with a yellow tie and handkerchief. He smiled at me, then gave me a kiss on both cheeks. “You must be Averly Dixon, yes?”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Yes Sir. I just want to let you know that I’m very grateful for this opportunity and it’s a complete honor just to be here.”

He nodded his head and smiled. “The honor is all mine, Miss Dixon. Now, let’s have a look at some of your pieces. These aren’t the originals, right?” He pointed at the portfolio.

“Um, n-no Sir. You said to take photos of the pieces, right?” Instantly, I started to regret every decision I’d ever made in my entire life.

He nodded his head, then opened the portfolio. “Yes, yes.”

I nodded slowly, but held my breath as he started to glimpse through the pictures. His face showed… Dissatisfaction. Almost like he was expecting me - a seventeen-year-old from Dallas, Texas - to be a Picasso Mini-Me.

He clicked his tongue slowly, then slid the photos back into the portfolio. “Miss Dixon, you have an impeccable style. It’s all very unique in one sense, but I feel like I’ve seen all of these before. Like you’re a garage-band making covers of popular songs, but with art. Do you understand?” He put a hand on my knee and pouted.

I nodded my head slowly. “Yes, I understand.”

He slowly took his hand away. “But as I said, your style is simply breathtaking, so I’m going to propose an idea. I will give you a month to give me something I’ve never seen before, and you will earn not only a display, but quite possibly your own exhibit.”

My breath hitched in my throat. My own exhibit? Not possible. “Really?” Mr. Clifton nodded. “Thank you so much! You won’t regret it.” I stood up, shook his hand, grabbed my portfolio, and went back out to my car. This was my real chance, and I wasn’t about to squander it.

Rather than going home, I drove straight to my studio and searched for inspiration. Only, I couldn’t. If I looked at another piece of work, I knew I would inadvertently “visually cover” it. I had to be careful if I ever wanted any of my work in the Art Pour L'âme.

My mind raced back and forth. LA, Dallas, family, friends, urban, rural, male, female, light pallet, dark pallet, and everything in between. I sat in front of a blank page in an open sketchbook for two hours, and it stayed just the same. Not a single pencil stroke or even mental map of an idea. I was completely blocked.

Never had I ever been blocked before that moment. I always found something to create. Then again, everything I had made up until this point was just a twist on something everyone’s seen before.

After convincing myself that discouraging thoughts and white blank pages were getting me nowhere, I closed my sketchbook, changed out of my art-clothes, and went back to the car. Instead of listening to music on my commute, I let the silence take over, hoping it would give me answers.

It didn’t. Ten minutes in the car filled with boring nothingness, all to no avail. I walked up the steps, then down the way to my apartment, only to find a blue sticky-note with sharpie on it.

(123) 456 - 7890 - Ethan :)

I pulled the sticky-note off the door and took it inside with me, then sat my portfolio in the living room. I wasn’t ecstatic about how the meeting went, but I could recover. I knew I could.

My phone started buzzing on the table. It was a call from Ellie, my fourteen-year-old sister.

“Hey, El. What’s up?”

“You need to come home.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. After our dad threw me out, there was no way I was going to go home. “What makes you think I need to do that?”

She sighed. “It’s Dad.”

“What about him?”

She was quiet for a minute, which was never good. “He wants you to come home, Av.”

I shook my head, despite the fact that she couldn’t see me. “Ellie, he isn’t my dad anymore. He kicked me out, remember? He doesn’t want me to come home. He wants to stop feeling guilty. I’ll talk to you later, okay? For now, I’ve gotta make an important call.”

“Averly, don’t be like that.”

I almost scoffed. “Like what, Ellie? I promise, he doesn’t want me home. I’ll call you tonight. I love you.”

She hung up without another word. I sat my phone down on the table once more and stared at it. Part of me hoped she would call back, but another part - the more sensible part - knew she wouldn’t. She worshiped the ground our dad walked on. Hell, she thought he hung the moon. She was naive and it killed her quite often.

Instead of letting my thoughts overwhelm me like usual, I picked the phone back up and dialed a number. Not Ellie’s. A number I had never dialed before, but I knew I would in the future.

Thank y’all so much for reading! I think I’ll try to update every week in the Saturday-Monday range :)