Ethan Landry Oneshots

Vulnerable*

Warning: play; praise; knife (the handle) going in your pussy; allude to gf!ethan; him using his ghostface knife
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Ethan watches as your brows furrow and your pen taps. You’d both been studying, trying to stay focused, your assignment due on Monday.

And while you sat, legs bent, eyes trained. Ethan sat…somewhat the same. But instead of the assignment, his eyes were trained on your bare thighs.

He could practically hear your little whimpers, as he’d lick at the plush flesh, spreading your legs wider for him.

It’s safe to say, he’s distracted—big time.

“Ethan, what did you write for section 4?” You ask, sparing him a glance. But as you do you finally notice his focused gaze on your legs. “Ethan.”

He snaps his gaze up, seeming almost dazed and partially annoyed. “Have you written anything?”

“Im finished.” He mutters, beginning to edge closer to you.

“What—your done?” You glance at his work, to see—just as he said—that he’s finished. “Hey, why didn’t you say? We could have—“

Your voice drifts off as he crawls over to you, his arms now placing themselves by your hips, as he redirects your chin. “Ethan.” You sigh. “You may be done, but Im not.”

“I’ll help you.” He says, licking his lips, as his hands slip around the base of your thighs, making you gasp. He swiftly flips you around, so that your back is pressed to the bed, as he situates his knee between your legs. “Ethan!”

He grins, beginning to pepper kisses along your collarbone. “Ethan, i really have to finish this.”

“Can you finish me first?” He mutters out, smiling against your skin, as he feels your pulse pick up.

“Ethan…”

“Mm, you sound so cute begging.”

“Im not begging.”

“Yeah you are.” Ethan chuckles against your cheek, having lead his kisses along your neck and jaw. “But it’s cute.” He leans back to gaze at you, muttering “…real cute.”

Ethan has had many fantasies, even before you two got together. Many, you both had tried, while some stayed lingering in the back of Ethan’s mind. “Can I try something?” He suddenly asks.

You stare up at him, your mind slowly being swayed away from studying. “…what?” You slowly ask.

“You trust me, right?” He asks, his finger brushing back and forth along your thigh, and along the edge of your skirt.

“Of course.” You say earnestly.

Ethan smiles, placing a far too soft of a kiss to your lips. But then he asks his request against them. “Can I use a knife?”

Your eyes grow wide for only a moment, and Ethan begins to think he may have gone too far. But then you slowly begin to nod, your thighs going to press against each other, the thought of being that vulnerable for him, strangely turning you on extremely quickly.

But since Ethan’s knee is in between your legs, you end up squeezing around him instead, growing flushed with embarrassment. But Ethan’s eyes twinkle with excitement.

It doesn’t take long for Ethan to come back with a knife in hand, as he looms over your heaving body. You’d grown a good type of anxious in your wait, your skin prickling.

“Fuck, you look so pretty.” He mutters, his legs coming to rest on either side of your laid back body. You’d raised up on your elbows, as Ethan leans closer to your lips, your chests touching.

Then your breathing halts, as Ethan draws the knife into view. He leads the sharp end to your skirt—but not before trailing the cool metal up your leg, making you shiver.

He begins to place open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck, the knife tightening in his grasp as he cuts the material of your skirt.

You jolt glancing down, slightly frowning. “I didn’t know you were gonna cut my clothes.” You quietly say, as little whimpers fall form your lips.

Ethan chuckles. “I’ll buy you a new skirt. It was just in the way.”

You gasp a moan as Ethan sucks harder on your neck, leaving long-lasting bruises. “You’re broke.” You whisper out. And in response Ethan places the knife flush against your clothed pussy, the flat side feeling cold against your pulsing clit.

“Oh—“ the vulnerable position you’re currently in is making your head spin.

“Fuck…” ethan mutters our, as your hips had begun to grind into the possible weapon.

One of his hands had slipped under your shirt, rubbing against the goosebump’s that litter your skin.

“You like that?” He breathes, as you shakily nod, trying to get more friction, as you pathetically grind down, your head pressed back against the duvet.

Then Ethan’s pulling the knife away, making a whine leave your lips, as you open your eyes, meeting his smug gaze.

But then—keeping eye contact—he pushes aside your panties, and a slips the handle of the knife inside your dripping pussy.

You jolt, gasping at the strange feeling. “If you wanted to fuck it so bad, you could have just asked.” Ethan groans out, watching your cunt, as he began to thrust the knife in and out of you.

His fingers just gripped the very edge of the handle, right before the sharp metal, as he pushed the long handle further inside you.

Your back reached off the bed, as the knife hit your sweet spot, whines and whimpers falling far too easily from your lips. “Just as I thought you’d look—“ ethan hisses out, his other hand coming to rub himself through his jeans.

“Looking so good with my knife in you.” He mutters out, dazed.

In your state you didn’t seem to catch onto the implications of it being ‘his knife’. You had assumed it was a kitchen one. But maybe if you had payed more attention, and had not been so distracted you’d notice the certain hold, that looked awfully familiar to that of Ghostface’s knife.

But even if you had noticed, you wouldn’t have been able to do much, Ethan’s thrusts turning relenting, his eyes glued to the way your arousal soaked his knife. He loved it.

He spreads your legs further apart, shoving it harder into you, as your breathing stutters.
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