#ethan morales x y/n

[bettymylove]

Dream Come True

pairing: ethan morales x reader

content: a fluffy fic about ethan and your relationship with smut at the end

18+ minors dni

a/n: i wanted to read an ethan fic so bad so I wrote one myself<33

you were the perfect girl and you'd literally strangle someone if they said so otherwise.

but ethan morales was exactly the mess you wanted in your life.

it all started at a party that was happening at ethan's house and you were sitting on the couch talking to your friends.

"there's my best girl" ethan said with a sigh sitting down on the couch besides you.

"you do realise this is the first time im talking to you" you answered back.

"you gotta admit it was a nice try to start conversation."

"yes I'll give you that."

he was grinning and that was the first time you noticed that ethan morales' eyes sparkled and god were you in awe of them.

see the truth was you have liked ethan since a while now before his whole 'I'm a hot skater boy' thing started.

after that party he started texting you constantly felt like a dream come true really and about a week later you found yourself in parking lot attending ethan's skateboarding.

right now he was sitting beside you and you couldn't get your eyes off him.

"you wanna learn some tricks?" he said suddenly and you without thinking of the consequences agreed.

and not even two minutes later you fell off the skateboard and on your butt.

you started laughing though and ethan sat beside you.

looking at each other you both leaned in on reflex your hands going to his chain to pull him closer.

and that was the exact moment you kissed ethan morales for the first time.

it was uphill from there you both started dating hitting the 6 month mark he was actually a nice person under the bad boy persona.

it was a saturday when ethan's parents weren't home and you both welcomed the empty space with open hands.

you were sitting on his lap kissing him quite aggressively, he started kissing down your neck and it was like both of you knew what was coming.

he flipped the both of you to lay you down "ever done this before?" he asked .

"no" you shyly answered.

he started to unbutton his shirt and you gladly helped him and started doing the same to yours.

"you're so pretty."

you blushed at that.

his hands were going lower and lower until they reached your folds.

"god you're so wet."

he aligned his cock at your entrance and pushed in and after waiting for you to adjust he started to move.

fuck you couldn't believe you were here you couldn't believe ethan was inside of you and you were marking scratches down your back.

you both came and he flopped down beside you.

"that was amazing"

"so amazing" he agreed

he then pulled you onto him and gave you a forehead kiss and you didn't want to be anywhere but here.

#ethan morales #ethan morales x reader #ethan morales x y/n #ethan #never have i ever #ethan morales imagine #ethan morales one shot #ethan morales fic #nhie #nhie season 4 #ethan morales x you #chitasmut

[ghostfaceorgirlfriend]

Ethan morales nsfw alphabet?

NSFW ALPHABET || ETHAN MORALES

18+ minors dni

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex):

Ethan is generally good at aftercare. He will give you soft kisses and tell you how good you did. He will also wipe you off and take a shower with you if that's what you want. If he has to leave in a hurry he always makes sure to still wipe you and give you a soft kiss before heading out.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's):

His favorite body of himself would be his hands. This is mostly because he knows that you love them. He also loves the idea of being able to make you fall apart with just his hands and fingers. His favorite body part of yours would be your hips/thighs. He loves running his hands up and down your thighs and hips and loves grabbing onto them during sex.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

The most common place Ethans cums is on your stomach, but if you are sucking him off and if you're okay with it he cums in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret oftheirs):

His dirty secret is that he loves when you take control. He doesn't get in that mood all of the time, but when you are scolding him or taking charge, he can’t help but be incredibly turned on.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?):

Ethan is mildly experienced. He definitely knows what he is doing, but he really hasn't been with that many girls. This is mostly due to girls only recently showing any interest in him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Ethan loves doggy. He loves being able to hold onto your hips while fucking you, not only that but he knows you love it as well which just makes it 10x better. Although this is his favorite position, he will always make sure to switch it up before you cum because he wants to see your face when he makes you finish.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Ethan is somewhere between serious and goofy. He isn't overly serious about the entire thing and he definitely will rattle off a teasing joke or two.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Ethan is pretty well groomed. He has hair but it's not too long. Carpet definitely matches the drapes…it's dark and a bit curly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

Ethan can absolutely be intimate during sex, especially when you need him to be. The first time you guys had sex he was giving you kisses all over your body and making sure you felt appreciated and taken care of. When you've had a particularly rough day, his more romantic and soft side comes out.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

It's not uncommon for Ethan to jack off a few times a week. Most of the time it's when you turn him on, but you guys can’t do anything about it at the moment. He will usually go home a bit flustered and jack off to the thought of what he was gonna do to you later.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Ethan has a hair pulling kink. It first started when he was going down on you and you had absentmindedly tugged on his hair. He let out a groan and told you to do it again…it's been something you've always done ever since, and everytime it still elicits a moan from Ethan.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

despite being a rule breaking and taking risks in everyday life, ethan prefers to have sex in private where you both can fully enjoy the moment. Although, if we are talking oral that's a whole different story. Eating you out somewhere where you have to keep quiet? He's so down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

literally just about anything turns him on. You in general just makes him horny, so you could look at him and there are already thoughts racing through his mind about taking your clothes off right then and there and fucking you

N = No (something they wouldn't do. turn offs):

anything that causes you to be in pain, ethan is generally not down for. He just doesn't enjoy it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

he’s definitely more of a giver than a receiver. I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s so down for you sucking him off, but he gets so much pleasure from knowing he is making you feel good. again, he also loves when you tug his hair while he eats you out soooo….

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

his pace depends on the occasion. if it’s one of those days where you are struggling he is going to be slow and sensual, but more often than not fast and rough is the way to go for him. it’s what feels best to both you and him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Surprisingly, Ethan isn’t that big of a fan of quickies but he definitely partakes from time to time when you guys just can’t wait any longer. He likes taking his time with you and making you beg so it’s definitely a switch up. Either way though, he knows he’s making you cum.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

ethan is absolutely down for experimenting and taking risks. i mean that’s literally who he is

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

ethan is more of a one long round rather than multiple back to back rounds. you both take your time and enjoy the moment, so it’s not often that you guys go more than two rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

he doesn’t own toys, but he’d be more than happy to use any of your toys on you if you wanted him to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

if ethan loves to do anything it’s teasing. especially in public. He likes working you up and it makes it even better when he finally gets to help you release after hours of teasing and provoking.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

ethan isn’t super loud but he definitely lets out quiet moans and grunts just for you because he knows you like it when you can hear him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

ethan loves car sex. It's the sweet spot between public and private and he loves the thrill of it.

X= X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes):

ethan has a solid 6 ½ inches and nice girth making him absolutely perfect to reach all your sweet spots and to stretch you out

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

ethan’s sex drive is definitely high

Z= Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

ethan takes a while to fall asleep after sex. his mind is usually wired, and he only feels himself getting tired when you have already been fast asleep in his arms for a while.

#ethan morales x y/n #ethan morales x reader #ethan morales

[douceurrrr]

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄

paring(s): ethan morales x black!fem!reader

summary: ethan teaches you to be dominant during sex

warning(s): kissing, oral (f & m), riding, missionary, ethan cumming on your tits, ethan’s MONSTER cock. ethan being too hot to handle.

ethan has always been the dominant one during sex and you loved it. you loved the way he takes charge and manhandles you but you always wanted to know what it would be like of you took charge for a moment. as much as you like being ethan’s slut you wanted to make him your slut.

the only thing that you would need to do is to figure out how to tell him all this. “hey babe.” your thoughts were interrupted but your boyfriend’s voice. ethan crawled through your window, being mindful of your parents who were downstairs. you took some time to admire him for head to toe, his hair was messy and fluffy as usual and he had on this plaid flannel with a white tank top and his baggy pants with a chain hanging on the side with his skateboard in his hand. “your staring.” he smirked, while sitting down his skateboard and sitting next to you on your bed. “yeah well I had a good reason.” he chuckled and leaned down to give you a passionate kiss.

his left hand was placed under you chin as his right hand caresses your thigh. soon enough his tongue was asking for access which you granted. the kiss became sloppy and your pussy became sloppier. ethan then pushed you on the bed and stood up from the bed to strip his flannel and tank top. his abs were shooting daggers at you and you cunt felt like a tsunami. when ethan leaned back down you put a hand on his chest. “did I do something wrong?” ethan says confused. “I-I wanna take control.” you told him with burning regret. ethan eyes widen in surprise. “of course, baby.” he replied making you sigh in relief.

“but imma need you to teach me.” you added. ethan nodded. ethan then helped you take your shirt off and he was so quick to look at your chest. “you have an amazing rack, babe.” you blushed at that. you then pushed ethan on the bed making his eyes widen. “how about I do this first.” you smirked as you started unzipping his dickies along with his boxers. "You're gonna gag on my cock?" He asks, which went straight to your pussy.

“mmhm.” you hummed against his cock, earning whimpers from him. you lick up his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock before letting go with a pop. it’s not like his phone wasn’t full of pictures of you like this but real life moments like this always hits different. He grinds his hips against your mouth and you take it, gagging and coughing. you could tell ethan was close so you pulled away from his cock and he looked at you like you slapped him. “why did you stop?” he whined, seeing home desperate like this turned you on. “it’s my turn” you replied, ethan then began to turn your on your back when you slapped him on the hand. “did I say you could touch me?” that went straight to ethan’s dick.

“no ma’am.” ethan replied as you spread your legs for him. ethan spreads your lips with his fingers before he closes his mouth around your clit, his tongue flicked on your clit in a regular speed causing your head to tilt back as enjoy the euphoria. ethan moved his tongue against you faster, wanting to please you more. “fuck stop.” you moaned for ethan to stop and he complied. “wanna try being on top, babe?” once he said that you got nervous, hence you’ve never been on top before. “don’t worry, I’ll guide you.” ethan says, noticing your uneasiness. you nodded which gave ethan the green light to lay down on his back. seeing ethan laid out for you like that made you even hornier.

you then straddled ethan, accidentally brushing your cunt against his dick making both of you take a sharp breath. “okay babe just take my cock and place in y- oh shit.” his moans cut him off as your cunt gives him a warm welcoming. ethan’s hands went straight to your hips in a tight grip. your eyes connected with ethan’s and he nodded to let you know that you can move now. you started to move up and down on ethan’s monster cock and he was enjoying every minute. “oh god yeah, your pussy feels so good, fuck.” he cries out, gripping tighter on your hips.

ethan’s moans were encouraging you as you bounced harder around him. “don’t stop, fuck I need you. oh my god I need you.” and you needed him. your nails clawed at his chest as you were in ecstasy. “fuck keep fucking me like this, mmhm.” ethan was moaning like a slut. “fuck.” you grunt as his dick hits your spot with each bounce. “oh fuck yeah, you’re doin so good baby, ahh yes.” his moans made you moan as you grabbed on to his chain and held it tightly.

you lowkey enjoyed slutting ethan out.

your pussy clenched around him and it was all in slo-mo, watching ethan’s fucked out face and him watching your pornstar-like face riding him and milking him dry. “you feel so good, holy fuck.” ethan says, grunting at the end. soon enough your pussy clenched around him tighter and the coil in your stomach was reaching its peak. “m’gonna cum, baby.” you moaned, looking down at his tear covered face. “fuck cum, baby.” he replied which made your cum around his cock in seconds. you collapsed on ethan’s hot, sweaty chest, breathing heavily. “you didn’t cum.” you told ethan. “it’s okay.” he replied.

you shook your head and laid on your back. “on you want me on top?” he smirked and moved in between your leg to insert his cock in your hot cunt once again. “fuck.” he grits, as he thrusted. the feeling in your stomach comes again as he pounds harder in you. “shit ethan, I think m’gonna cum again.” you mewled as ethan leans down to kiss you while his cold chain bumps against your chin with each thrust of his hips. you let a porn-like moan as you cum around his cock again.

ethan let go of the kiss as he felt himself cumming again. “shit y/n, tell me I can cum.” he whimpers. “cum ethan.” as soon as you said that ethan pulls out and finishes all over your tits. “fuck fuck fuck.” he cries as his abs tenses up from the intense orgasm. ethan then collapses on your chest with his cum smearing onto him. you wrap your arms around him and hold him. “fuck that was phenomenal.” you breathlessly said.

“yeah, fuck that was so hot. you should be the dominant one more often.” ethan announced in complete bliss. you chuckled and met his lips in another kiss.

#fanfic #netflix #ethan morales #ethan morales x y/n #ethan morales x you #ethan morales x reader #never have i ever #ethan morales x black!reader

[ocyeangf]

our song!

ethan morales x oc!fem fic

warning!: na bora es un personaje original que yo cree, no me molesta escribir usando "y/n" pero para este fic preferí hacerlo así.

na bora no era alguien muy relevante en su escuela; pasaba sus días rodeada de hojas de estudio y de su música favorita.

ella era solo la chica coreana que era muy aplicada, pero nunca lo suficiente. sus otras dos amigas: devi y fabiola, eran mucho más inteligentes que ella, a quien todavía le costaba hablar inglés. en cambio, eleanor y aneesa, no eran alumnas tan aplicadas como ella pero tampoco eran tontas.

desde que había entrado a la escuela de sherman oaks había echo varios enemigos en el camino, si bien solía mantener un perfil bajo en la escuela su carácter no evitaba ciertas apariciones.

ben gross, era una persona que bora aborrecía: no solo porque (este nuevo año escolar) se había acostado con devi y la había ignorado todo el verano, si no por su ingenio de dar apodos insultantes a las personas, en especial a ella y sus amigas. gracias a que su temperamento no se controlaba cuando ben decía algo fuera de lugar, bora conocía detención tan bien como conocía la palma de su mano.

bora caminaba por el pasillo con su cuaderno y sus partituras en mano, le gustaba mucho tocar el piano y siempre inventaba nuevos sonidos para tocarle a su hermanita menor. el hombro de su enemigo, ben gross, chocó con el de ella y todas sus hojas cayeron al suelo.

"dios! mira por donde caminas" se agacho a recoger cada partitura y se dio cuenta de que ben seguía de pie, mirándola, más bien mirando las partituras. "qué miras?!" le gritó. tal vez fue un poco fuerte porque todos los ojos adolescentes volaron a esa escena.

se levanto del suelo y le devolvió a ben el choque de hombros. camino a paso apresurado y se fue a su próxima clase.

cuando entro a la clase de español, tomó su asiento tras eleanor, e ignoro a la profesora cuando esta empezó a hablar en español. apenas entendía el inglés y ahora le hablaban en español, lo peor era que esta era una clase obligatoria.

"devi, ¿vas a poder llevarme a mi casa hoy? ya no quiero caminar" desde que, según devi, la nueva novia de ben había escrito perra estupida en su auto ella se había negado a subirla a su auto; y que su madre la viera llegar en ese horror a casa porque sabía lo exigente que podía llegar a ser. pero se había hartado de caminar a casa, y ayer la habían perseguido tres perros que parecían tener rabia.

por el alta voz se escuchó la voz de la directora llamar a margot. "supongo que eso es un si?"

"supones bien, bora" devi le sonrió. "esa maldita tendrá su merecido, después de que-"

"shh" eleanor la mando a callar cuando su nuevo amor adolescente entro por la puerta y fue a sentarse detrás de devi. ethan morales, un chico malo al que su amiga le había echado el ojo luego de rechazar a trent.

"lindo moretón, ethan"

ella y devi se miraron confundidas. bora nunca había coqueteado con alguien en su vida, pero leía muchos libros, y nunca leyó un coqueteo como ese. jamás.

"hm, ¿gracias?. me caí"

"ethan" la profesora los interrumpió "quieres pasar a escribir tus mascotas en la pizarra?" otra vez, bora se quedó procesando que había dicho la mujer.

"no, gracias"

"solo pasa a la pizarra" dijo esta vez en inglés.

bora lo siguió con la mirada cuando se levantó, y tocó el hombro de eleanor para que esta se voltee. "no entiendo que le vez. tiene tanta profundidad como una roca"

"eso no es cierto. el es un chico profundo" volvió su vista a la pizarra, "mira, el chico tiene tortugas"

en la pizarra estaba la palabra tortugas escrita en español, junto a otras dos palabras que no entendió. pero se dio cuenta de un detalle, las letras T eran iguales a las T del acto de vandalismo de devi, parecía que ella también se dio cuenta.

cuando ethan volvió a sentarse y devi le pregunto si había grafiteado su auto el dijo "oh, ese era tu auto? creí que era el de la señora Díaz; me puso una F. perra estupida"

bora lo miro con odio mientras la profesora lo regañaba. ese mal intento de chico malo era el principal causante de que fuera perseguido por tres perros ayer mientras iba a su casa. solo esperaba que devi encontrara a alguien que limpiara su auto.

justo cuando abrió su casillero, devi apareció detrás de ella con una mirada triste "¿qué?"

"bora… no enloquezcas pero, no voy a poder llevarte a tu casa porque ahora no se quien va a limpiar mi auto y-"

bora dejo de escuchar lo que devi le decía cuando vio a un ethan muy tranquilo riendo al final del pasillo. devi le había enseñado un ejercicio para calmar su temperamento, dijo que era una recomendación de su terapeuta, pero ahora romperle a ethan la cara a golpes y usar sus técnicas de karate para eso le parecía la solución.

cerró su casillero con fuerza y caminó con odio hacia el chico y sus amigos, con devi pisándole los talones.

le saco a ethan la patineta donde apoyaba su pie, y este casi cayó al suelo. "hey. ¿que mierda te pasa?"

"me voy a quedar con esta cosa hasta que arregles el desastre que hiciste en el auto de devi, punk mal nacido" le dijo con una mirada poco amigable.

ethan se miró con sus amigos "no me importa, tengo 4 de esas en casa"

"ah si? entonces voy a romperte esta en la cabeza y te haré limpiar ese grafiti con la lengua" le grito muy fuerte que sintió sus cuerdas vocales rogarle que parara. pero no iba a permitirse ser perseguida por perros otra vez.

desvió su mirada de ethan cuando un chico habló "wow, pareces tan loca como bellatrix lestrange" obviamente entendió esa referencia porque se había leído cada libro de harry potter, así que puso su mejor cara de enana desquiciada mientras miraba a aquel chico con odio.

"me suspendieron una semana por casi romper la columna de ben gross, y mi karate solo mejoró desde ese día. ¿acaso quieres ser mi próximo muñeco de prueba?"

él pareció dudarlo porque miró a ethan asustado "eh, no"

"bien dicho. arregla el auto, idiota" sin darle la patineta y bajo una mirada extraña de parte de ethan, se fue con devi siguiéndole los talones.

le sonrió a la abuela de devi después de que ella dijera salía con alguien. se había quedado en casa de su amiga a dormir con tal de no ir caminando a casa.

su celular vibró en su bolsillo trasero. "soy ethan. estoy afuera." un segundo mensaje llego. "espera, tu no eres devi" revoleo los ojos y tomó la patineta junto a la puerta principal para luego salir afuera.

ethan estaba al lado de la camioneta con una bolsa de plástico en las manos. le tiro la patineta cerca de sus pies y vio que tenía una en las manos, no mentía cuando dijo que tenía más.

"no vas a golpearme con esa en la cabeza?" le dio una sonrisa.

"no si arreglas el auto"

"por qué te importa tanto si lo limpio o no?, no es tu auto"

"si, pero devi me llevaba cada día a casa hasta que mi madre vio ese lindo grafiti que hiciste y me dijo que si volvía a subirme a ese auto iba a desheredarme" detuvo sus palabras cuando noto que ethan la miraba demasiado. "entonces… lo vas a limpiar o...?"

"eres un poco ruda, no?"

"puede ser"

"bueno, nunca me habían gritado así antes" su tono de voz se había puesto más grave, eso causó un revoloteo en el estómago de bora por primera vez en su vida.

"si, lo que sea…" trato de ignorarlo pero lo que dijo después solo la puso más nerviosa.

"es sexi"

qué? los ojos de bora se abrieron de la sorpresa. nunca nadie le había dicho esas dos palabras y menos con esa voz tan... tan... ni ella sabía cómo describirlo.

ethan siguió hablando como si nada "si, cuando me estabas gritando y amenizando a mi amigo, pensé: diablos, bora si que es sexi"

lo miro como si le hubieran salido tres cabezas, ignorando sus ojos tan encantadores y sus rulos revoltosos. y salió corriendo a la puerta de devi.

corrió sin mirar en donde pisaba y casi cayó de cara al suelo cuando subió muy rápido los escalones, escuchando la risa de ethan de fondo.

no podía caer ante sus palabras, eleanor era la que se la pasaba hablando de él y su aura misteriosa. ¿por qué le estaba diciendo todo esto?

apoyo su espalda en la puerta rogando porque ethan limpiará el auto y se fuera tan rápido como llegó. pero pego un salto cuando patti le hablo "estas bien chica? estas pálida como un vampiro"

Nalini la examinó de pies a cabeza y volvió salir corriendo, pero esta vez se fue a la habitación de devi.

que mierda iba a hacer ahora?

#ethan morales #never have i ever #ethan morales x you #ethan morales x reader #paxton hall yoshida #devi vishwakumar #ethan morales x y/n

[httpsjeonglvr]

𝔰𝔬 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔦𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔬

—welcome to my masterlist my loves

000

-I hadn’t been interested in Avatar at first because I was young when it came out but a little later when my parents were watching it I felt myself grow fascinated it was one of the first works they blew up and I now love the movie series and the characters

001

- I have liked anime since I was in middle school and my first one was black butler which grew my obsession, BNHA has a special place in my heart and always will since the fanfiction and characters gave me comfort during 2020

002

-I just recently started to watch marvel runways last year but grew attached to the show and decided to write a story though it hasn’t gotten much recognition as I’d like . But I will thank @nekoannie-chan for recognizing my story and recommending it to others.

003

-I’ve always loved Marvel movies but the Spiderman series holds a number one place in my heart especially miles morales who took my heart. Recently I’ve loved the fics that people have written especially for Miles.

004

-n/a

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-n/a

#xo kitty x reader #avatar x reader #avatar fanfiction #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things x reader #netflix x reader #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #miguel ohara x reader #hobie brown x reader #miles morales x reader #jake sully x reader #tsutey x reader #neteyam x reader #pavitr x y/n #ethan landry x reader #chad meeks x reader #jenna ortega #jack champion x reader

[jjmaybank4l]

Texts with Conrad fisher

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[starsluver]

Okay, so I was thinking of a fic with Rafe, Ethan, Chad, or Miles that they're going to go see the Barbie (obviously dressed up as Ken and Barbie) BUT it's with a Latina reader and she's wearing her old quinceanera dress. I think it'd just be really cute and fluffy but I don't know who I should write it for 🥲

#ethan landry #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfic #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x latina!reader #rafe cameron x latina!reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fluff #chad meeks x latina!reader #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x latina!reader #rafe cameron x reader

[mishwanders]

Prologue {Heisenberg}: God Help You Dumb Boy

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!Disabled Reader

Summary: Ethan agrees to help Heisenberg, the old man decides to give him a helping hand.

Warnings: ghosts, mold, gore from Ethan’s bitten hand.

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Things are going according to plan…

Heisenberg held onto Ethan Winters forearm, the weight of his own body keeping the younger blonde man from falling through the open grate on the floor, to his doom below. Heisenberg had given Ethan a choice, to work alongside him in defeating Miranda. Ethan had spat back at him in anger at the mere mention of using his own baby girl, Rose, against the tyrannical prophetess. Heisenberg could see the rage seething off of him in the dim warm light of his factory. Heisenberg had taken a step back to recollect himself, trying to not burst out at the man. Ethan had been going through a day in hell - getting a taste of what it was like in his life. He had to stay calm, he had to keep his thoughts in order.

So he gave him a different deal. Heisenberg held out his hand to Ethan, promising that Rose as a weapon was off the table. They didn’t necessarily need her to finish this off - he had another secret that had yet to be revealed to Ethan any way, one that would soon come to light. His words seemed to calm the raging storm of anger that was rising within Ethan, but Heisenberg could still see the hints of distrust within the lines of his face, heavily evident within his hazel eyes.

“Ethan, I promise that no harm will come to the girl, not if I can help it.” He said.

Heisenberg looked down at Ethan’s mauled hand, seeing the soiled rags covered in dirt and darkened by blood.

“Before we go any further with this plan, let me help you out with that.” Heisenberg offered

Ethan was caught off guard by it, the anger now morphed into surprise, but the distrust still stayed as Heisenberg pulled him away from the open grate that was close behind.

“How?” He asked

“I have some tools to make a prosthetic upstairs. Just let me get it all put together and adjusted, and the damned thing is all yours.” Heisenberg replied

The distrust had now faded from Ethan, his shoulders dropping a bit as he grew to trust the older man. This was good, this is exactly what he needed. Heisenberg let go of his arms and began to move toward the set of metal double doors that had burst open at the mere flick of his wrist, waving for Ethan to follow him.

“Come on. I don’t want you getting lost in this place.”

Heisenberg walked up the old metal stairs, hearing them ring out, creaking underneath the weight of each step. When he finally reached the top step he moved down a long and darkened hallway, straight to a dark wooden door on his right. He placed his hand on the door knob, slowly opening the door to an even darker room, turning on the lamp with his power, allowing the warm dim glow to illuminate a place he hardly visited anymore.

The light didn’t go very far in the room, the way Heisenberg used to like - the dimness of it all made it easier on his eyes to see without squinting. But what it did touch was the wooden desk stationed underneath the light, to his left, leaning up against the west wall and unmade bed to the right of it. The entire room had gone untouched for a long, long time and it was odd coming back to it after all of these years.

Especially without you.

But he had to do it anyway. Heisenberg walked through the door frame, pulling out the wooden chair and motioning for Ethan to sit as he began to rummage through the drawers, finding an old first-aid kit, the pieces of a prosthetic that he had once worked on long ago, and the few tools he needed. Heisenberg sat on the edge of the bed and took hold of Ethan’s hand in his. He slowly unwrapped Ethan’s hand, inspecting the damage that the Lycan had done to him.

“The mother fucker sure took a chunk out of you.” Heisenberg commented, “My apologies for not stopping them sooner.”

“Those were your assholes?” Ethan asked

“Not technically ‘mine’, but enough to command them.” Heisenberg explained, “Mother Miranda’s doing there.”

“She turned them all, didn’t she?”

Heisenberg nodded, taking a clean gauze with the first aid medicine and proceeding to clean the wound.

“All a part of her big plan - a sacrifice to the damn mold for its power to bring her daughter back to life. They’ve all been infected for quite some time now. They were damned from the beginning sadly.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said, his tone downtrodden as the memories of when he first stepped foot into the cursed village came flooding into his mind.

Ethan looked away from the old man, his eyes catching glimpses of the tools by his side, catching glimpses of the room under the dim light. He could see the dust floating through the air, coating the bed frame, the armoire, even the desk. His eyes continued to follow the dust particles until he noticed something else in the corners of the room, something that glimmered with the subtle touch of the light.

It was a wooden cane. The handle on top resembled that of a fox, and the cane itself was made of beech, decorated with an intricate metal inlay, and a dark brown stain.

“Did you used to make this stuff for the villagers?” Ethan asked

Heisenberg chuckled at his response. If only the young man knew how much the villagers feared him.

“No, I did not.” He replied, “Most of them were scared shitless of me, save for one.”

“So I guess these belonged to them?” Ethan asked, motioning his head towards the cane.

Ethan noticed that Heisenberg grew still before the old man finally responded.

“Only the cane does.”

Ethan cocked his brow, the curiosity evident on his face.

“You say that like they’re still alive.” He commented

Heisenberg stared straight past Ethan, seeing the ghostly visage of you standing behind the young man, hand placed on his shoulder. This was why he hated coming into this fucking room. You always appeared in some way to him here, never saying a word due the mold that was wrapped around your neck like a noose, the roots trailing all along your body like the day he was forced to leave you to your demise.

He hated to see your eyes devoid of the life that once was there, your face twisted in anguish as your mouth hung open mid scream. He hated that he couldn’t hear your voice, your laugh, couldn’t fucking touch you.

You were there, he could see you, but he knew the truth.

It was just a phantom of you, one that would always haunt him.

Heisenebrg finally pulled his attention away from your ghost and back to Ethan. His entire demeanor had changed, growing darker. His voice dropping lower in tone as the seriousness of the situation at hand took over.

“Listen Ethan, our reasons for wanting to get rid of Miranda are similar in more ways than you would think. Not only does she have your daughter, but she has someone that I care about - well, the damn mold does.” He explained, “It’s a bit of a long story.”

Ethan looked down at his hand momentarily, feeling the effects of the first aid medication taking its effects on him. He hadn’t realized that there might be more at stake here for the older man other than just what he already knew.

“Well, we’ve got time right now.” Ethan replied, “Why don’t you tell it to me?”

Heisenberg sat back on the edge of the bed, surprised at his request. The hint of a smile appeared on his face as he heard your words in his mind, saying a phrase he was so used to hearing in his younger years.

‘God help you dumb boy.’

“Alright, fine.” Heisenberg said, going back to work on Ethan’s hand.

“You see, it all started with that goddamn snow…”

Chapter One: Fish in a Birdcage

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[luv4divineruler]

MOVED TO @spectr3inl0ve

im probably gonna start writing for Ethan Landry and chad meeks-Martin (scream vi), rafe Cameron (obx, which I havent watched sooo) and some characters (Howie brown, Miguel o’hara, miles morales, earth 42 miles morales) from Spider-Man: atsv (after I watch it on Sunday)

So if u have any requests for them, please send them via asks! (ignore that it says requests closed on my navigation page, it’s only open for the characters listed above)

#luv4divineruler #Ethan Landry #rafe cameron imagine #rafe Cameron #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #miguel o'hara #hobie brown #ethan landry x y/n #miles morales x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #hobie my beloved

[magewritesstories]

do you take requests?

Yess I do! I love taking requests (i write xreader fics), they usually take a while 'cause of school and stuff but I love doing them, they're one of my favourite things to do 'cause I love seeing what people come up with.

so feel free to request! here's my character masterlist.

lots of love, Mage

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[ghostfaceorgirlfriend]

someone send me ethan morales requests please and thank you 🙏🏼

#ethan morales #ethan morales x reader #ethan morales x y/n #never have i ever

[douceurrrr]

Can u do what dating michael cimino would be ever since his character on nhie ive been obsessed with him

yessssss!

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

warning(s): slight smut… or maybe more than slight

dating michael is a dream. michael is definitely the type to bring you flowers, even if it’s not Valentine’s Day. he would be the type of boyfriend to treat you like a princess and give you anything you ask for. when dating him it’s not all about sex, it’s more sweet than sexual but you both have those moments.

dating michael means getting the best kisses. micheal would be the type to give you those passionate and intimate kisses that makes you feel electricity throughout your whole body. i think the places he would kiss you most is your lips, neck, and even your shoulders. he’s love language is definitely physical touch.

when dating michael you find everything about him hot, even the simplest things, like his voice or how he turns his head a certain of way but he feels the same way about you. the one you like most about michael is that he has a great personality and how he treats his mom (bc we all know that’s a dealbreaker). when micheal first talked to you he knew you were the one bc how nice to people you were.

dating michael also means bomb sex. he loves fucking you, it’s he’s hobby. he’s favorite position is when you ride or or doggy, he like watching you ass clap against him. sometimes he gets real nasty, like slut-worthy nasty. one time he saw you making something in the kitchen and he came behind you and started feeling you up and you two got a little frisky after. but sometimes it’s not sex it’s just little touches he gives you like when he occasionally slaps your ass or rub the sides for your waist orrr grinds his bulge against your ass.

dating michael also means getting a taste of the bad stuff too. you two barely get into arguments but when you do you both always know how to come back and makeup (aka makeup sex). michael is also the type to get jealous often but you always reassure him.

all in all, michael screams boyfriend.

#ethan morales #micheal cimino #micheal cimino x reader #micheal cimino x you #micheal cimino x y/n #never have i ever

[notti-stellate]

Quick Update

Okay so I'm working on a few different things right now so here's what should be coming soon...

A Jasper Hale fluff fic should be out within the next two days

The next part of Forever Alone is in the works and should be out within the next week

I also just started Never Have I Ever so you should expect something to do with Ethan and Paxton cause they both have me in a choke hold

Lastly if you want to request something to do with any of the characters on this list or just people that I write for in general then please do so. I would love to hear what you guys want!

#jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen #jj x reader #jasper hale x y/n #ethan morales x reader #paxton hall yoshida x reader

[jjmaybank4l]

Warnings: strong language, drinking alcohol, self-harm attempt, scars, probably spelling mistakes don’t come after me😭 

I grab a bottle of vodka and walk into my room shutting the door sniffling. I open the bottle and take a big chug. My phone has been going off for hours. Mostly from my best friend conrad. He’s always worried about the most stupidest things. But this time, he probably should be worried. I look at my phone and open the texts from conrad. 

Yn why the hell are you not answering your phone. Answer I’m worried about you. Please. 

I sigh and put down my phone not texting him back just leaving him on read. An hour later and I’m really drunk and I’m sitting on my floor crying. As I wipe my eyes sniffling, I look at my cabinet beside my bed. I walk over to the cabinet and open the drawer. As I dug through the stuff in the drawer I found my razor. I grab it and sit on the floor bringing the razor to my arm. Just as i was about to slide it down my door opens making my head snap up. Conrad stands in the door way looking at the razor in my hand. “Yn what the fuck?!” He says running to me and taking the razor from me and checking my arm. “Con get off of me” I slur while i push him off me.  “Yn what were you doing?!” He says running his hands through his hair now standing over me as he starts to pant. “Nothing leave me alone” i say groggy as i try to stand up almost falling but catching myself. “Are you fucking drunk?!” He asks looking at the empty vodka bottle on the ground. “No Shit Sherlock” I roll my eyes as I stumble around the room looking out the window. “Yn tell me what’s going on.” He says turning my shoulder towards him so I make eye contact. My eyes and bloodshot red and my face is puffy from crying. “What were you doing with the razor.” He says sternly. “What the fuck do you think.” I spit back stumbling away. “Let me see your arm.” He says looking at me with tears in his eyes. “The hell no” I say scoffing. “Yn im not asking.” He says grabbing my arm and rolling up my sleeve. I try to pull my arm away but he’s to strong and I’m to drunk. He looks at my wrist and sees many scars. He slowly loosens his grip on my wrist letting me pull my arm away and roll my sleeve back down. “Yn…” he says softly. “Don��t.” I say softly walking away. “Is there any more.” He asks in a whisper. I stay silent looking at the floor tears in my eyes. “Please show me.” He asks walking towards me as I sit on my bed. “No.” I say quickly. “Yn.” He says sitting down next to me on the bed. “No conrad.” I say wiling my tears away. “Hey” he says reaching to hold my hand. He grabs my hand and I start crying. He then pulls my into his chest as I hug him tightly. I start sobbing and my body shaking. “I’m s-sorry!” I cry into his chest. “Yn it’s okay.” He says playing with my hair. “No it’s not okay!” I cry again. “Your okay. I’ve got you” he says. As he says that I just cry harder into his chest. Soon after what felt like forever I stop crying and I pull away wiping my tears and sniffling. “You should go to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning.” He says rubbing my back. “Can you stay with me?” I ask softly looking at the floor. “Yeah of course. I’ll always stay.” He says smiling. We lay down on the bed he pulls me into his chest, his fingers in my hair. I fall asleep almost immediately. He kisses my head and puts his head leaning on mine and falls asleep. 

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[anikaspookie]

Could you write something about Ethan Morales from Never Have I Ever?? The plot can be whatever but please make it both angsty and fluffy 🙏🙏🙏

I just need more fics about him

I KNOW — ethan morales

DESCRIPTION - ethan comforts you after you get to nervous to talk to one of the college presidents.

PAIRING - ethan morales x fem!reader

WARNINGS - just fluff

You had to get your fav college Yale you were so nervous. The teachers that work at Yale came and many others. You were in line for Yale and you got so scared all of a sudden your anxiety kicked in.

You moved your hands a lot and were shaking it was almost your turn you tried taking deep breaths but you couldn’t it made it worse you felt like someone kicked you in the stomach. You felt sweaty and tried anxiety tips you heard online but they didn’t work. It was your turn you looked at the teacher she spoke “hey how can-” you spoke “I’m sorry I just can’t.” You left the line and realized what you just did you were walking and then ran into Ethan your boyfriend.

He looked at you “oh hey shouldn’t you be applying your college??” You looked at him “I- I couldn’t do it I don’t know what happened. My anxiety kicked in and I embarrassed myself in front of her! Now im never getting into Yale! Fuck I ruin everything with this stupid anxiety” grabbed your shoulder “hey.. look at me” you did and he spoke to you “it’s not your fault, it just happens you know? Everyone has anxiety. I mean I have it sometimes.” You then said “I doubt that…” he wrapped his hands on your waist “I do trust me… but never blame yourself. And I’m pretty sure they’ll understand what happened! Your a strong and amazing person y/n.. and if they don’t understand I might have to steal something.”

You laughed and then told him “please don’t…” he smiled at you “hey someone told me whenever you have anxiety just think of your favorite memory” you looked back at him “thank you.. your seriously the best.. boyfriend ever” he put his hand on your cheek “I know..” and kissed as you kissed him back you pulled away then said “okay time to show them who’s boss.” You went back and knew you were gonna get into your favorite college.

I feel like this is short but oh well but thank you for requesting this! I hope you guys liked this and send more requests is wanted :))

#ethan morales x reader #never have i ever #angst #fluff #ethan morales

[mishwanders]

Chapter Twenty One {Saint}: Do They Dream

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!Disabled Reader

Summary: What comes next for a saint trapped in limbo?

Warnings: mentions of Heisenberg drinking himself into despair, mention of Ethan’s situation, Saint MC’s loneliness. We are just getting sad out here y’all.

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‘Where am I?’

When the pain ceased, the first thing you felt was the cold crunch of the snow beneath your feet, the sounds of a babbling brook rushing by, the sounds of people close at hand, but just distant enough to where you couldn’t comprehend their words. You slowly opened your eyes to be blinded by a bright white light before your new reality came into view.

Snow blanketed the ground around you, bright white clouds covering the sky above. It was like the village, but instead of broken glass, the two reflected each other almost perfectly. The only thing that made you realize you were on the ground was the stream before you.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

You looked around to see if you could find the people somewhere into the distance, but there was no one. You were completely alone in this winter landscape.

Where the hell had Mother Miranda sent you?

Your last moments had flashed before your eyes, or rather, the last moments that Mother Miranda had shown you before the pain set in. Whatever was in the syringe had caused you to hallucinate, seeing only what made you happy. You had found yourself inside Heisenberg’s factory, seeing him standing in the doorway of the dining room. You smiled at him and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you, enveloping you in his warm embrace. It was comforting and it made you feel safe. You remembered the feeling of his hand wrapping around your neck, gently pushing your head up towards him for a kiss, coercing a pleased hum from you. It felt so nice, so lovely. A dream you never wanted to wake from.

But you were forced to wake regardless.

“It’s time to wake up.”

That’s when the pain slammed into you, the roots moving through your body, the panic set in as the creeping took hold. You wanted to look around, but your vision had been kept from you. You screams of agony ripped through your chest as you tried to call out for help, but no one came to your aid. Feeding you like a lamb to the slaughter. A sacrifice on an altar. And as if it were a command, your body froze, the life in you slowly drained, but not entirely. Your body was no longer your own, belonging to some other worldly being now.

You were not wholly alive and not wholly dead either. You were stuck in limbo, purgatory, whatever people called it. You existed and yet, you did not.

Now you would stand here, physically motionless for years and years to come, but your soul wandering through space and time. You attempted to warn yourself of the coming doom, in the reflections of water, in the shadows of the cathedral, in the fog on the way to Donna’s, in doorways - trying to prevent what was to come and had come for you. But you were stuck in a loop, as if it had already occurred before.

So you would stand here, you would wait, and you would dream.

You would dream of a day where you could be free of this place, dream of being back in Heisenberg's warm embrace once again. You would dream, and dream, and dream until one day, someone else would enter into this world, someone you never anticipated to see.

Someone who made it out.

Now this man never told you his name, nor did you ask, for he was not awake. He laid upon the snow, bleeding out, helpless. You sat beside him, checking to see if he was alive. The moment he felt your hand, his eyes awoke for only a second. They were greener than anything you’d found in this purgatory and you welcomed it.

But your momentary relief of seeing another person was stifled as he quickly faded from your view and out of your hands. You searched the ground with your hands, helplessly trying to find him. Were you dreaming of this too? Was this all just in your head? Were you finally going crazy here?

You let out a pained and anguished cry of agony. You were so alone you could hardly stand it any more. But you heard the cry intermingle with someone else’s, one not so distant. You had another dream or maybe a vision? You weren’t sure which was accurate but regardless, you saw something past this place, past your own life. You found the man again, this time in a swamp, the type of place you had only read about in books. You watched him fight monsters that looked like your god, people who had been tormented by the black god that were after him. You watched him save himself, his wife, the troubles of life that came his way.

They had a baby girl, one you later found out was named Rosemary. You felt a shift in your purgatory that day. You now knew the true intentions of Mother Miranda. She was going to take that little girl and try to revive Eva. You had to do something about it, had to reach out to them some way to warn them. You came to them in dreams, in the shadows of their waking moments, but the man and his wife were persistent on not discussing your existence to each other. They were adamant about not discussing what had happened that day to them, so many long nights ago.

Tragic really. It would be their downfall.

You were angry at their unwillingness to comply, to talk. You hung in the shadows and smashed a picture frame of them to the wall, allowing it to shatter onto the ground. You had left their home that day, never returning. You made your way through space and time to find Heisenberg, to reach out to him. Your heart broke at the sight of him, watching him grow bitter in his pain, drowning it down bottle after bottle, forcing himself deeper into his work. You attempted to get him to see you, to pay attention, but every time he did he immediately looked away.

You were heartbroken even more by that. It was still you and he wouldn’t even look at you. Did he see you as a monster now too?

You felt helpless in your position, unable to stop what you knew was coming for everyone. A family was about to be ripped apart, the villagers were going to suffer more, Heisenberg was broken all because of you.

You just wanted to do good, do right by those of your community. You didn’t realize you were getting mixed up in the mess of others in power, who were using everyone else to satiate Mother Miranda’s own desires and needs. Your goodness became tainted by her will, bastardized, molded, decayed.

You couldn’t stop her in reality, but here? Maybe, just maybe there was a way to do something.

One touch was able to show you the other man's reality. If you could get your hands on something else, something with more power. Maybe you’d be able to rewrite these wrongs, remake the ending that was eventually coming for everyone else. You were a writer, you could make anything out of nothing, create whole worlds, visions, as they leapt off the page into the minds of others.

But most of all? You were a god damned Saint and you were going to rewrite this story.

A saint would become a savior.

Chapter Twenty: Lips As Cold As Diamond

Chapter Twenty Two: Bolt Cutters & The Family Name

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