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coryosbaby · 1 year

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Eating Ethan’s ass to lube it up for your strap <33

Sub! Ethan Landry >>

I added knives and a lot of other kinky shit bbg 😭 I hope that’s okay 🙏🏻

Warning: drug use (just weed), knifeplay, blood kink, leashes (I’m sorry), bondage (with ribbons <3), cock rings, oral fixation, mommy kink, throat fucking, ass eating, rim jobs, anal (m recieving), sex toys, pegging (with a strap that cums 🤭),fingering, degrading & praise, spit kink, cum play, Ethan gets creampied, a little bit of aftercare, sub! Ethan, mean! dom! Reader

Ethan’s hands are above his head, tied up with pretty pink ribbon, as you move a knife down the span of his chest. A pink leash is around his neck, a cock ring nestled below his balls. He’s sweaty, his pretty brunette locks sticking to his forehead as you press harder into his skin with the blade. He’s been begging you to fuck him for the past hour, but you know he has to earn it first.

“Momma.. c’mon, please?” His voice is desperate as you run the knife over his ribs. “I’ll be such a good boy! I-I’ll- I’ll let you cut me! Pleasepleaseplease..”

His naked cock bounces as his hips thrust up into the air, as much as they can with his his legs spread apart and ankles tied around the bed posts. You smile, clad in nothing but a pink garter belt and a large ten inch strap that’s fastened tightly to your waist. Ethan is so precious when he’s frustrated. The room is filled with smoke, as you hit a joint with the hand not holding the knife. You inhale, red eyes looking down at him.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, peach.” The knife goes up to his collarbone, and he mewls when you finally break skin. Blood seeps out of the wound and he’s just so far gone when you lick the red liquid up. He tastes heavenly. “God, I love you so much.”

“I l-lo-“ he’s crying, tears and sobs stopping him from being able to speak. He’s adorable.

“Breathe, angel.”

He nods, slowing his breaths and trying to calm down. You bring the joint up to his lips, and he complies, inhaling the smoke, and tilting his head back to rest on the pillows. And then at last, he murmurs sweetly,

“I love you too, mommy.”

“There’s my good boy,” you coo. “Now be still and close your eyes, okay? ‘M gonna cut you some more.”

He nods again, his wrists achy from the restraints. But he listens to you, and his pretty doe eyes flutter shut. The knife cuts him again, beginning to carve out the first letter of your name. He makes small whimpers when the knife breaks skin, but all in all he’s doing incredibly well. When you’re finally on the last letter, you tap one of the cuts with your finger teasingly. Ethan moans, his cock achy and red from the pleasure of being hurt.

“Mommy, touch me!” He says pleadingly, his bottom lip wobbling. “Touch my cock, please? It hurts so bad, momma…”

And usually you would give in to the boy’s pleading, would give him everything he wants with the touch of your hand. But you don’t, this time. Because the way he’s looking at you now soaks the inside of your panties more than any other time before this. Because you’ve figured out that you like to see the boy hurt. The fear in his eyes, the primal need to make him submit to you, is what fills you with satisfaction.

And you think it fills Ethan, too. Along with other things.

“Where, Ethan?” You question, a grin forming on your lips as the blood soaked knife travels down to his dick. His eyes widen, ankles beginning to squirm against the restraints. “Here? On your cock, baby? Or…”

The blade travels back up to his throat, and you flip it around so the handle faces him.

“Here?” You nudge his addam’s apple. “Inside your little throat?”

Ethan’s oral fixation doesn’t go unnoticed, and his tongue lolls out, desperate to try and lick up the handle. When it connects with the spit soaked muscle he lets out a whimper. You push it farther inside his mouth, watching drool begin to pool and spill out of his mouth in wet strands. He suckles the handle until it hits the back of his throat, and when he chokes around it you stroke his hair away from his face soothingly.

“You’re doing so well.” You praise, and his eyes roll back. He’s so messy with it, loves the wet feeling of his own spit trailing down his face and the knife handle abusing the back of his throat repeatedly. You know you have to cum down his throat with the strap one day.

But right now, you have other plans.

You slip the knife out of his mouth and he makes a sound of disapproval. You tut, flipping the knife back around so the blade faces him. You take another hit from the joint and set it inside the ashtray on the nightstand beside you, and then gesture to the knife.

“Clean this off for me, baby.”

And as disgusted as he should be with that request, Ethan doesn’t hesitate to run his lips along the red trail of his own blood. The knife is spotless by the time he’s done, and he licks his lips.

“Thank you, mommy.”

“You’re welcome, sweet boy.” You smile, and look down at cock. It’s red and swollen, and incredibly big. “I think my baby deserves a reward. Don’t you, honey?”

Excitement covers his features as he nods. You laugh at his eagerness, and you’re throwing the knife down on the floor and moving down to his waist. He watches you the entire time, and when you teasingly pinch his balls, he makes a small “mm” sound. You move to undo the ribbons tying his ankles down.

“I’m gonna take these off, baby,” you murmur, as his ankles are finally released. He lets out a sigh of relief at the feeling of his legs finally being able to rest. “But you have to be still.”

It’s a warning less than a suggestion, and Ethan promises he’ll be as still as possible. You tap his thighs, beckoning him to move them.

“Spread these legs, sweetness.”

He obeys, spreading his legs as far as he can go to expose himself to you.

Your fingers move lower and Ethan sighs when your fingers ghost over his hole.

“Gotta get you wet here if you want my cock, don’t I?”

“Yes ma’am-” the tip of your finger teasingly sinks into him, and he groans.

And then you’re other hand is taking his tip and rubbing in slow circles. He gasps, thrusting up into the delicious friction.

“Oh my god..” tears stream down his cheeks even more, and then your hand leaves him again. But it isn’t long before Ethan’s disappointment is washed away. Because you reach into bedside table, and pull out a vibrator, along with another piece of ribbon.

Ethan loves when you use as many toys as possible, when you try and push him past his limits. It’s the most fun thing out of everything you both do together. You settle the toy against his aching prick, tying it against him nice and neat with the ribbon. You turn the vibrator on, and a small buzzing sound emits from it as you position yourself on your stomach. Ethan squirms, small whines leaving his lips as the toy buzzes against him. You bring your mouth to his hole and run your tongue over it.

He gasps, his hips grinding into your face, as you begin to get him slick with your spit. His legs shake as the vibrator stimulates the spot below his head.

“Yes, mommy!” He cries. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You roughly grab his thighs with your unused hand and move them up. His taste makes you drenched, and when your tongue moves past his tight ring of muscles he’s practically spasming underneath you.

The cock ring makes it hard for him to cum, but he does anyway. Only a small bit of spend seeps out of him, and you laugh as you swipe some up with your fingers and shove them inside of him again. He keens, ass clenching around you, and when you know he’s nice and wet you pull off of him. You remove the vibrator from his dick and turn it off. He gives you those sweet puppy dog eyes as you position your cock at his entrance, his wrists aching to feel your body and hold you to him. You look down at him, and Ethan knows that you want him to beg for your strap.

“Mommy..” his voice is breathless, some of his cum leftover on his cock making it sticky and warm. “Fuck me with your big cock. Please?”

And who can say no to that? So with gentle hands, you hold both of his legs and slide your cock into his tight heat. The strap is big, you know that, and so you need to take it slow if he wants to fit all of it. Your eyes practically roll back at the sight of his ass stretching around you, and he looks up at you with the most longing gaze you’ve ever seen. Bringing your body down, you kiss him on his nose. He smiles, and then his mouth opens in ecstasy at the feeling of your hips hitting his thighs. You’re all the way in now, and he’s taken all ten inches. Your little size queen.

“You’re so beautiful.” You say.

“Not as.. oh, fuck-” you thrust into him suddenly, for the first time, and he keens. “-as beautiful as you.”

You smile, and then you begin to move faster inside him. It’s not long before your thrusts are harsh and rough, and your thighs slap against his as you pound the boy into the mattress.

“Good fuckin’ boy..” you praise, when you see his ass clench down on you. “Taking my cock so well.” You lean back and watch as he desperately tries to fuck himself onto you, bringing your thumb down to rub his taint. He’s so loud, practically screaming, as he cries out, “more, more, more!” as you pound him into the mattress. This makes you clench your jaw, makes you grab him by the leash and pull him up to you.

“Yeah? You want more, Ethan?” You throw him back down, taking your cock out of him and making him sob. But he’s quickly happy when you remove his cock ring and untie his wrists, finally. He’s relieved, reaching out to touch you, but frowns when you speak.

“Turn around. On your knees.”

He’s quick to comply, regardless of his disappointment of not being able to touch you. He bares himself to you like a bitch in heat. You enter him again, grabbing the leash and bending him back towards you. You assume the cuts on Ethan’s chest ache and burn, but the sight of his dried blood makes you groan.

“That’s it,” You praise him, when he begins to fuck back on you. “Dirty boy. Filthy little slut.”

Ethan’s cock is ready to burst, the cock ring being off now making every sensation he’s been feeling heighten. And when you notice that is high is nearing, you laugh.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Gonna cum?”

“Yes ma’am!”

And then you’re bringing your hand around and stroking him with fervor. He keens, and with a loud groan, spills his seed all over the sheets below him. You smile when you see the white ropes coat your hand. You push Ethan’s face down onto the pillows, beginning to pummel him again.

“Momma, ‘s too much..” he mumbles into pillows. He’s slumped.

“I know, I know, baby. But mommy has to cum inside, you know that.”

He lets out a quiet whimper at that, and you slow as you press the button on the strap to fill him to the brim with warm white liquid. You watch as it spills out of his hole and drips down his balls and spent cock. And then, gently, you slow. You give his ass a light slap, and he yelps.

“Don’t be mean..” he grumbles. You chuckle.

“So I wasn’t being mean before?”

“Definitely not.”

You pull out of him, watching as his ass gapes around nothing. The lubricant you fill him with always give the both of you a sense of satisfaction: Ethan likes the feeling of being filled up, and you like the sight of filling him up. It’s a win win.

“You can turn on your back, sweetheart,” you say. He hasn’t moved from his original position. “It’s okay…”

He turns around, a small exhausted smile on his face, and lays down on his back. You lay down next to him and he’s quick to curl up on your bare chest. You’re too tired to remove the strap, right now. Ethan’s tongue flicks your nipples, softly. Just as a way of comfort. You reach over and grab the joint from earlier and a zippo. When you relight it, you inhale, your head buzzing from that high feeling. The silence is comfortable.

“Thank you.” Ethan murmurs suddenly.

“For what?”

“For letting me cum.”

Even now, he’s obedient. You run your fingers through his soft curls.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

The next few minutes consists of Ethan’s face buried in your neck, your soft humming, and passing the joint back and forth. But then the boy is kissing your lips and moving down towards your crotch. You furrow your brows in confusion.

“What are you doing, sweet boy?”

“You didn’t cum.” He states, as if it’s the most disgraceful thing in the world to say. “I’m gonna make you cum. I want to.”

You nod. If you’re being honest, you wouldn’t have minded just falling asleep with him. Your own orgasms never really matter to you when it comes to Ethan. But alas, he unfastens the harness of the strap still attached to your waist with nimble fingers. When he pulls it off, he places it on the floor beside the bed and removes your panties. They’re practically soaked through, the entire crotch an entire shade darker from your wetness. When he spreads your legs his mouth is immediately attached to your pussy.

And with your eyes fluttering shut, your head tilted back in ecstasy, you let your sweet boy devour you.

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sage-green-matcha · 10 months

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JEALOUS GIRL - ETHAN LANDRY 🔪

”if I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can” - Lana Del Rey

Content includes: killing, obsession, manipulation, y/n being a psychopath!!!

A/n: Ethan you dumb ass 😭

"Hey, do you think I could get your number?" You stared at the brunette that went up to Ethan, jaw clenched as you watched him type his number into her phone. Poor baby, he was getting sucked into all these sluts lives. "Y/n...you okay?" Mindy waved her hand in front of your face, noticing your empty stare. "I'm fine" You smiled at her, turning your attention back to Ethan.

He looked so cute today, a blue collared shirt, his classic hoodie over top. His hair looked extra good, all his curls perfectly placed. You just wanted to run your hands through his hair, holding him tightly as you cuddled. You had imagined the scenario thousands of times. Unfortunately for you, it would never happen.

You remember that night like it was yesterday. He had stood you up, his messages getting dryer and dryer. It was till finally, he told you straight up. He only saw you as a friend.

You were mad at him, but only for a little bit. He was too cute to be mad at. So you continued to follow him around, making sure that he saw you at least once per day. You wanted to stick into his mind like gum on shoes. He wasn't smart enough to see that he was the perfect one for you. And you couldn't blame him for that, maybe he just needed a little push…or shove.

You slipped on the mask, knife in hand as you stood in the bathroom. Because of how smart you are, you were able to find the girl's name and address with a quick insta search. You stood in her bathroom, waiting for her to come home from her date with your boyfriend at any second.

You felt a vibration coming from your jean pocket, taking out the phone to be met with a notification from Ethan.

The sharp 7 GC!! 🔪

Mindy: who tf named the gc?

Chad: it was me ;-;

Mindy: very funny ha ha

Ethan: You all remember the girl from this morning? Well, she kissed me...

Chad: HEYYY MY MAN

Tara: She kissed you? I find that hard to believe

Mindy: that's disgusting

Ethan: I'm calling her in a bit, I'll give updates

Sam: we don't want any of your updates keep that to yourself

Mindy: I agree 🤮

Anika: awww! Go Ethan!!

You heard the door open, putting your phone away before listening through the door. "I had fun with your tonight" You could practically hear her smile in her voice. Your body filled with anger, what a slut. Rubbing herself all over your poor, innocent Ethan.

"I did too, you looked so gorgeous" What a joke, he had said that to you first. You rolled your eyes, scrolling on your phone as their conversation carried on. You eventually got bored, waiting about 20 minutes in the bathroom.

You decided to switch up the plan a bit, since she wasn't gonna come into the bathroom anytime soon. You walked out, her focus still on her phone. She was on the couch, her phone propped up on a candle on top of the table.

You waved the knife around behind her, Ethan's eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, behind you...what is that?" She turned, sadly for her you had good aim. Slashing her throat with one quick motion. "What the fuck?" She screamed, shutting her up with the knife repeatedly being stabbed down her throat.

You waved at Ethan, kicking the table so the phone would fall, you didn't wanna traumatize your baby too much.

The next day you made sure to be extra sweet to Ethan, putting on your favorite daily act. "I couldn't even imagine seeing that, I'm so sorry that's fucking brutal" You fake shivered, his hands over his face. "You guys do know what this means right? There's a new ghost face in town!" Mindy yelled.

"Here we are again" Tara sighed, Chad nodding along with her. Luckily for them, you didn't give a shit about the Woodsboro deaths, and you didn't have anything to do with them.

This was purely for your enjoyment. And you wouldn't stop until Ethan realized that you were the one just for him. You continued to brutally stab any bitch that talked to him, even looked at him. He was for your eyes only.

"I'm sorry that this keeps happening to you, the right one will come. I know it" Your hands ran through his hair, rubbing his back in a comforting manner. "I don't want him to kill you too" "Don't worry E, I'll be fine. You know I know how to take care of myself" he smiled up at you, satisfaction filling every vein in your body.

One last time, you were only gonna kill one last time. You had gone even more Insane, your hobby growing as weeks went by. You already had 4 victims, and 5 is the perfect number.

Ethan had already caught onto what was happening. Any girl he talked to, hung out with. They were gone just like that. He wondered why nothing was happening to you.

"I know you're ghost face, Y/n" "What?" You got all dressed up just for him, the black dress hugging your figure perfectly. "You're really gonna talk about this now? Here? And you think I'm the one killing all these girls?" He nodded. "Why hasn't anything happened to you? I talk to you every day"

"Well, I don't know why you're asking me that...you know I would never harm anyone" You felt your blood bubble up with excitement, the rush you felt was like no other. He was finally paying attention to you, even if it wasn't in the exact way you wanted.

"Can we please drop this? Or talk about it somewhere else? You make me seem like I'm crazy or something..." he let out a sigh. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry...I've just been having a hard time lately...I shouldn't just be accusing you like that"

You finished up dinner, taking him back to your apartment. “I’m sorry for what happened at the restaurant, I’ve just been alert and it makes the most sense, I’m sorry” you smiled, your stomach filling with butterflies. “It’s okay, I know you’re going through a lot” Your sweet voice manipulated his brain, making him feel safe.

You had so much power over him. He was so vulnerable, you found it so cute. “Thanks…” he looked down at you, taking your chin into his hands. “Of course, you’re safe with me”

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