#ethansworld!

note from author all works are 18+ ; ☽ indicates explicit sexual content; home

includes ... BRUCE WAYNE (BATTINSON); RAFE CAMERON; JAKE SULLY; ETHAN LANDRY; STILES STILINSKI; MIKE SCHMIDT; LUKE CASTELLAN; PAUL ATREIDES; ART DONALDSON, TASHI DUCNAN

ethan has an attitude.

you’d been aware of it before you started messing around with him. you put up with it when you started dating. but he continues to test your patience. it doesn’t help that you test his, too, hellbent on throwing verbal jabs his way through pointed eyes and pursed lips.

the arguments aren’t often, but they sit beneath your skin. they bubble in your gut and crawl up your throat, telling you to spew insults his way if he even looks at you the wrong way.

the arguments are good fuel. it’s horrible but true.

when you throw a hand up at him, turning away and muttering “whatever” in response to his continued comments, you know what’s coming next. his rebuttal. his dismissal of your argument. his admission that it wasn’t even that big of a deal.

sometimes it’ll take a minute, maybe a day or two, but he comes crawling back.

a hand on your waist, his head dipped down and his eyes sorrowful as he stares at you. “c’mon, you know i didn’t mean it.”

his lips pressing to yours apologetically. there’s the times where he’ll muster up a tear and you don’t know if they’re sincere or not. but they do get your shirt thrown over your head and your panties loosely hung around one of your ankles as you spread your legs for him.

the small arguments are the really exciting ones. something petty argued about through giggles in the middle of your kitchen. the routine is still the same, his hand on your hip pulling you to him. maybe he’ll wrap his hands around your waist when you try to walk away, slinking his big body up behind yours and tucking you up against him.

“don’t be mad, babe,” he says into your skull, his big hands already traveling south. “you know i was just kidding, right?”

you’ll feign indifference, humming as if you don’t care but your body gives you away. your frame already relaxing against his, your head tilting to the side to give his lips a place to land.

the playful energy still exists around you both, enticing you to briefly bring up your stance one final time to give that final push. and it works, it always does. the final push has you thrown over his shoulder as he walks you to the bed. or the final push has his hands on your waist, directing you to the counter where he bends you over with a hand pressed into the center of your back.

at the time, his question had been simple. an awkwardly paced ask to walk you home held absolutely no weight to you. you thought that chads roommate was being kind in ways described by your friend. you thought he just wanted you to get home safe, especially since you two lived close by. but you should’ve been able to tell that the ask held more weight to ethan than to you.

the way his eyes had shifted to the side while his blunt fingernails scratched an invisible itch behind his ear. the way he stuttered over his words should’ve game him away, but you thought that’s just how he was. ethan was awkward and horrible at talking to girls (chads words, not yours). so you thought that at the time, he was just being awkward and horrible at talking to girls.

but there was more there. ulterior motives that interested you woven between the lines.

they hadn’t shown themselves until you and ethan were only a few blocks away from your place. when he made his move, it was hesitant, but smoother than you expected. smooth enough to coax you into an alleyway and convince you to press yourself into the grimy brick wall in order to spread your legs for a friend of a friend.

it’s uncharacteristic for you to be letting ethan landry out of all people fuck you in public, but just like he’s not that bad of a guy, he’s not that bad of a fuck. better than you expected, really.

his lack of expertise is made up by his enthusiasm. he buries his head into the crook of your neck as his fingertips pinch your skin to the point of bruising. he bites down into your thin shirt when you clench around him. you think, over the sound of cars honking and zooming by, you can hear him thanking you between praises. it’s all flattering. it all makes your back arch and your hand reach out to dig into his curls.

you like how he’s barely deterred by the sound of footsteps, even if you throw a quick glance to the far away end of the alley in fear that someone will pass by and see. he doesn’t mind it, though, as he takes your head turning as a sign that you want to kiss him. and the kiss is as sloppy as the fuck, tongue slipping outside of the others mouths and leaving a wet trail off to the side.

- 🫧

ethan implied to be considerably taller than reader; MDNI 18+

ethan's following you around everywhere, a fate he doomed himself to when he happily agreed to running errands.

and while he's suffering from proximity, he knows he could end his self-induced torture. instead of only letting his doe-like brown eyes trail over your pretty frame—the picture of innocence in your white dress even though he has contrasting images from the last time he'd fucked you—he could simply ask. or at least initiate the beginning motions of it.

instead, he chooses to follow closely behind you in the grocery store. he tries to get his fix where he can— a hand on your hip as soon as you're stagnant for long enough to look for an item, his crotch pressed into your backside and rocked upwards just a bit. when you have to bend down, he stands right behind you, and not just to cover your panties from passersby.

clearly, his efforts are not enough.

there is no scenario in the world where you don't notice his longing. you're just as aware of his position as he is. yet, you won't act on pure assumption until he verbalizes it to you. until he gets rid of the insistent moping into your ear about when you're leaving the store, or until he stops pressing the halfie in his pants against your ass and attempts to get it in you.

it's not until you're on the subway back to your dorm when he voices his desire. "i'm ... you know," shyly whispered in your ear in response to your falsely-confused and concerned "what's the matter with you".

"you could've told me," you tell him. it's a little evil when you rest your hand on his upper thigh, looking up at him with Those Eyes, the same ones he previously admitted to getting off on when you'd been on your knees for him.

he clears his throat and scoots a little closer to you, not-so-subtly adjusting the paper bag of items that sits over his lap.

"didn't wanna bother you," he tells you, even though he says it into the bag.

when you inconspicuously tell him that getting to fuck him will never be an inconvenience, he doesn't seem to believe you. at least, not until you drop your groceries off beside the door in favor of putting your lips to his.

he's eager as he reciprocates, his big hands pressing into your back and crinkling the fabric of your white dress. he ignores the slight pain in the back of his neck as he bends down, because he's finally getting what he wants. he rocks his hips into yours gratefully, and his head actually spins a little when you start to undo his belt.

"want me to suck you off?" you ask him between pecks. he shakes his head, his fingers twitching as he resists the urge to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you then and there.

"mm-mm. wanna fuck you instead."

oh and he’s olivia of courseee.

he’s so obsessed with the person you used to be with (bonus if it’s a girl because then she has something he can’t have and he’s worried about you going back). he knows everything about them, and not just from slightly unorthodox methods such as social media stalking. he knows their morning routine, what bagel place is their favorite, he even knows their shower routine and what products they use (don’t ask him about that one).

but according to him, he’s just playing it safe! he needs to know these things just in case a very specific, never likely to happen scenario does one day happen.

ethan forever goes here actually and yeah i agree ... but better than lingerie is skimpy little pajama sets !

i'm talking tiny shorts and thin tank tops and he knows you're likely to not wear any underwear underneath so in the middle of the night when you're doom scrolling he can just pull the tiny crotch of your shorts aside and start to tease you enough to make you put your phone down and let him use you.

ethan when he’s had a rough day, there’s just so much swarming around in his head and the only consistent thought is you. your entire being is the only thing keeping him from drowning in a pit of overstimulation and he’s basically having phantom smells of your scent, like a cartoonish stream of vapor in the air leading from you to his nose as he walks through campus to get to you. “just been a long day,” he texts you when you ask him what’s wrong, why he’s so eager to see you all of a sudden. and when he’s there, he just sits, waits for you to come to him, and as soon as he has his arms around your waist and his head on your tummy, he lets out a big breath of air and things slowly start to feel okay again.

steve when he just remembers. late in the night, when you’re still in the bathroom finishing your routine, and the records have stopped and the tv is off and he’s just sitting in silence. which allows thoughts of his past resurface, the shit he’s seen just in the past few years. so when you come out of the bathroom, he’s kinda just sitting there. staring off into the distance. you call his name, asking him what’s wrong as your hands cup his face. and he’s so happy that you’re there and his hands slide around your hips and he pulls you closer just so he can burrow his head into your torso, the thoughts becoming more bearable and less fearful when you slide your fingers into his hair. “nothing, ‘m just glad you’re here.”

holding hands when walking to and from class, usually a meetup then a split with the difference in majors. he wears one of his jackets that you love to steal, not nearly thick enough for new york weather but for now it works. you make a comment about him needing to get a puffer jacket soon and he sighs, thinking about the expense, until he looks over at you, smiles, and suggests making it a gift exchange sort of thing. because even though you'll still end up spending the money, at least it goes to each other.

spending so much time in the library studying together. or your favorite little study spots that you find around campus or the city when the stuffiness of the library becomes too overwhelming. trying new coffee orders each time, because ethan needs to get away from the energy drinks and he found himself sipping your sweet drinks more often than not so you just convince him to start trying some with you. he always picks them up, while you pick up the snacks, and you two meet and exchange. playlists are exchanged, too, usually a bit of a mystery element to it so you both can look up when a delightfully unexpected song starts playing, a grin on your lips to replace the frown previously directed to the difficult material.

movie nights are a given. cuddled up in one of your dorm rooms, tucked in the corner of the twin XL bed that has more blankets and pillows on it than it usually does. sharing popcorn that almost burned, and candy bars from the vending machine downstairs while you argue over what movie to watch (either a 'halloween' rewatch, or watching a newer indie film). and after the horror elements of the autumnal based films have mushed your brains up, you watch a disney channel original, usually 'halloweentown', until you fall asleep. these days are especially better when it's raining, and it usually becomes a group element sort of thing then, overnights spent at the carpenter-bailey residence while sharing a couple of pizzas and a few beers courtesy of sam.