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i wrote ethan landry smut so good tumblr’s toes were curling (i didn’t indicate anything btw they just sorta flagged it 😭)

[bluebeetless]

hurt

jaime reyes/reader

summary: you get hurt on a mission, jaime is there to help.

tags: near death experience, angst with a happy ending, eventual fluff, jaime is stressed in this fic, i love him i just want to put him through as much emotional torture that i can because he’s so babygirl 🫶, lowercase intended :3

warnings: violence, some blood, near death experiences, hospitals, i used google translate for the spanish- please let me know if anything is wrong :)

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ bluebeetless’ writing ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

“how copy, comet?” batman asks, voice unbothered as he fights down below. your mech had barely been dented. “all good up here, how’re you mr. b?” you ask, smiling a little. “don’t call me that.” batman replies gruffly, comms turning off. you can’t help but laugh, landing safely. “hey, comet! need some support over here!” you hear red robin yell, and turning you see your friend cornered by two of the gangsters. “i’m on it.” you reply smoothly, jetting over.

your mech collided with one of them, sending it tumbling over. tim manages to fight off the one alone as you deal with the second one. “uh, guys! one is heading towards the city!” jaime, your beloved boyfriend, informs you over the comms. “don’t worry, i’ll get it.” you take off, leaving your team behind. “comet, wait!” batman snaps, yet he has to focus on the group of goons that they could only assume that the riddler sent based on the odd designs of their clothes.

“y/n, wait up!” jaime calls, trying to pick up speed, yet your mech was faster. “relax, jaime. i’ve got this!” you reply, following the man’s car easily. this time, batman is talking to you. “comet, fall back and wait for the team.” you glance back slightly, yet it’s awkward because of your mech. “there’s no point, either you won’t get here in time or we lose this guy completely. just trust me.” you turn back to the car, which seemed quite advanced in technology, aiming your guns with precision. “y/n look out!” jaime yells, just as your mech beeps to warn you of an approaching threat. “woah-!” you swerve, sending out your flares that destroyed the missile. “too close…” you mumble, looking back at the car. “i’ve almost got this.” you say over the comms. “just forget it comet, you’re too far away to support- come back here now!”

“i cant! they’ll be in the city!” you argue, determined to stop this car. once again settling your aim on the car, you fire, riddling it with bullets and causing it to swerve off of the bridge and fall down into the murky water below. you turn, going to jet back to the fight. the warning comes up again, and you glance to your left. “there’s a fucking helicopter?!” you exclaim, pushing your mech’s nitrous button so you could evade more effectively. “we’re on our way, comet!” jaime replies, some wind affecting his comms. ‘missile detected’ flashed on your screen, you try not to show any panic. moving your arms down, your mech dips below the bridge as you swoop under it, coming out the other side easily. you were silently praying that the missile would fall down into the ocean after exhausting itself, yet you could only assume it was catching up on you.

“y/n!” jaime yelps as a blow rattles your mech. “shit..!” you grunt at the force, trying to regain some sense of control as your mech plummets towards the ocean. your stats are critical and your thrusters are dead, so, you do whatever you can to prevent dying in a mech crash- you grab the hatch above you, pulling it hard. your mech ejects you, and you see the baby that you had built from hand smoking, fire evident. you don’t feel scared, only sad. another explosion pushes your body back, sending you flying. everything goes black as you land in the dark water.

—

“fuck- fuckfuckfuck..!” jaime pants, peering over the edge of the bridge. the fight was finally over, yet you had been shot down; the exploded mess that was once your mech was slowly sinking in a patch of the water around gotham, it’s a mangled mess. “relax, beetle. i’m sure she’s fine… she’ll surface soon.” tim pats his back, trying to soothe him. ‘go down, search for your mate’ the scarab is screaming, jaime can barely think. bruce is calling for police backup as well as search and rescue. “i have to go down there- i have to check.” hopping over the bridge, jaime lets his wings expand as he flies down. his eyes scan over the water’s surface around your mech- searching for anything that would tell him that you’re okay. “come on, baby… where are you?” he whines, moving further down for a better look.

a body catches his eye and his heart lurches. khaji da is making so many demands he can barely think, so he doesn’t, he swoops down, snatching you up. “i’m here, mi amor- i’ve got you. just stay with me, yeah? stay with me.” he mumbles, flying back up to the bridge. you’re bleeding, profusely, and so he lays you down carefully in front of bruce. “can you help her?” he begs, looking up at the older man. “it’s best we wait for medical…” bruce mutters, kneeling down to check your vitals. “we can’t wait- she could-!” jaime cuts himself off, not wanting to snap at some of the best people in his life. “let me see.” tim moves into place beside you, leaning down, his ear near your mouth. “she might of swallowed water…” he mutters, placing his hands upon your chest to provide with cpr. jaime can barely watch as he stares down the road, watching flashing lights and sirens come closer.

—

“i’m here, y/n, i’ve got you. just stay with me okay? you remember our promise right?” jaime asks you, yet he doesn’t receive a response. you’re unconscious, just out of surgery. he watched you flatline, watched the doctors shock the life back into your body. he was a wreck. it had been three days and you were still unstable. of course, the media was all over this- yet a lot of people were saying you were fine to avoid any panic amongst the public. jaime wipes his eyes again, by now they’re probably red and puffy. ‘your mate is injured’. khaji da reminds him. he nods. “i know. she needs time to heal.” jaime responds. ‘protect her. care for her.’ the scarab demands. “i’m trying.” he sniffles. “i’m scared.”

‘fear will bring you down. you must be strong.’ khaji da scowls. jaime sighs. “again, im trying..!” he argues, resting his head in his hands. “if she dies… i don’t know what i’ll do if she dies.” jaime can barely breathe, no matter how hard khaji da tries to console him. ‘she will not die. she is strong.’ the scarab tells him. jaime tries to gather himself, yet he can only break down further. “please wake up, y/n. i need you.” he begs.

—

you wake up slowly, feeling groggy and gross. there’s a methodical beep next to you. you blink a few times, letting your eyes focus. turning your head, you spot a very comically large bouquet of flowers, as well as a familiar face slumped in a chair beside you. “jaime.” you call out, voice croaky. he jumps awake, shuffling his chair closer. “oh, my love- my sweet girl, are you alright? does it hurt?” he gushes, cupping your cheeks and kissing you sweetly. “i’m fine- is my mech okay?” you ask, feeling a harsh strain in your chest. “your mech-? you almost died and you’re worried about your mech?” jaime scolds, yet you can tell how relieved he is. “hey-! that thing took a long time to build.” you mumble, lazy smile on your lips. “hush, niña tonta.” he mutters, kissing you again. “does your chest hurt?” jaime asks, hand resting over yours.

“a little…” you reply, thumb rubbing against his. jaime hums. “the doctor said it would.” he replies, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. “why, what happened?” you ask, watching his eyes sadden. “you… y/n they had to use a defibrillator, you almost died- you did..!” he chokes up a little, sighing as he looks down. “jaime…” you frown; you hated seeing him upset. “it’s okay, i’m here.” you mumble, moving your hand to gently cup his cheek. “i know- i could of lost you… i haven’t left the damn hospital since you got here.” he sniffles, smiling weakly. “i’m sorry, jaime… i shouldn’t of been stupid.” you tell him, thumb rubbing his wet cheek. “no, no it’s okay… the news has been praising you specifically for ‘saving gotham once again’. everyone’s proud of you.” jaime replies, hand resting over yours. you smile weakly. “stay with me.” you suggest. jaime let’s out a soft laugh. “baby, i wouldn’t leave even if they tried to drag me out by my arms.” he jokes, leaning down to kiss you again.

—

two days later, you wake up again. your mind is pleased to be in your bed, in your home, and not in some uncomfortable hospital bed being poked and prodded by nurses. jaime is curled around you, keeping you warm and, in his mind, safe. his face was buried into your neck, he’s snoring into the crook of your shoulder. when you first got with him, it kept you up, yet you put up with it out of pure love. now, you couldn’t sleep without him. closing your eyes again, you let yourself relax, listening to birdsongs in the early hours of the morning.

minutes tick by, and you can’t help yourself from fluttering soft kisses along his shoulder and up his neck. jaime hums softly, kissing your jaw in response. “morning, mi vida.” jaime mutters, nuzzling his face into your neck. “morning, jaime.” you respond softly, stretching your legs carefully. “how’re you feeling? any pain?” he asks, peeling away from you to check you over. “m’fine, baby. my stitches haven’t popped or anything.” you respond, kissing his lips gently. “good. stay here, baby. i’ll make us some breakfast.” he responds, giving your lips one last peck before getting up. “i love you..!” you call after him, listening to him chuckle. “i love you too, baby.”

[bluebeetless]

econ

ethan landry/reader

summary: you’re trying to help your boyfriend study using unique methods.

tags: cockwarming, riding, p in v sex, ethan is low-key a bottom in this, creampie, lowercase intended, sex in a chair, sex over a desk, aftercare, cuddling, minors dni

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, use of the word cunt, talks of ghostface at the end, (almost) panic attack at the end

smut under cut

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ bluebeetless’ writing ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

ethan whimpers, hands grabbing your waist, face buried in your shoulder. “pay attention.” you whisper, tapping the page with your pen. “sorry…” you hear your boyfriend whimper. right now, he’s rock hard and buried inside your soft cunt. you’re sat stationary in his lap, walls clenched around his throbbing cock. you’re trying to help him study for his end of year exam, which was easier said than done. ethan had a tendency to drift off, daydream, or get extremely distracted; so you came up with a more unique way to get his attention.

ethan’s chin rests upon your shoulder, he’s panting softly, breathing fanning over the left side of your face. “what’s the answer to this question?” you ask softly, tapping the page of your notebook. “uh..- b?” ethan asks. you smile softly. “well done baby.” you purr, ticking answer b. “please-“ ethan whines, hands squeezing your hips. “not yet baby, just a few more questions.” you move your non-dominant hand down so you could hold his hand, squeezing softly. he’s whining again, it’s very soft and desperate. “you’re doing so well for me, e. just answer these questions.” you try to pull his attention to the notebook, and so he abides. “a?” he doesn’t sound very confident, yet he got it correct either way.

instead of verbally praising him, you clench your walls around him, listening to his soft moans. “c’mon, sweetie, you can do it.” you encourage, listening to him regain his composure. “i cant- baby, please-“ ethan grinds up against you, whimpering uncontrollably. you roll your eyes, yet you’re smiling fondly. “you did very well today, e. i’m proud of you.” you mumble, closing your notebook. “can i have my reward now?” ethan asks, squeezing your hands as he practically vibrates in his desk chair. “alright, sweetheart.” you smile, leaning back against his chest as you angle your head to kiss his jaw. ethan let’s out a pornographic moan, bucking up against you as you roll your hips.

“feels good-“ he stammers, hands gripping yours tightly as you bounce in his lap. you can’t help your own soft moans as he throbs inside you, squeezing around his cock. “good boy, you’re fucking me so good.” you purr, letting him stand. ethan bends you over his desk, your tits pressing against the notebook, his chest heaving as he thrusts into you desperately. it’s your turn to whimper as his cock hits your g-spot perfectly, head lifting as ethan grabs your hair; something he learnt you had liked after a long night out. ethan moans loudly, and you’re glad that chad is out for the night. ethan’s hand moves under your hips, fingers finding your clit as he stimulates you.

“i wanna-“ he pauses to take a soft gasp. “wanna fun at the same time with you.” ethan whimpers, cock twitching harshly. you moan in response, hands gripping his desk to steady yourself. he thrusts into you so hard you feel your feet lift slightly, toes grazing against the floor as you lean on his desk. ethan groans, precum seeping into you. “close- m’close, eth.” you moan, legs spreading for him to give your boyfriend more room to rub your clit. “come on- fuckfuckfuck..!” ethan moans, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. the feeling of you cumming makes ethan come undone, his cum spilling into you. “good boy…” you can’t help but whisper softly as his fingers slow down, easing you through your orgasm in a way that made your body twitch and your cunt spasm.

ethan eases your feet onto the floor again, helping you stand up as he kisses your neck. “are you alright?” he asks softly, voice slightly slurred with lust. “mhm, i’m okay.” you reply, leaning back against his chest as his cum seeps down your thigh. “gonna go clean up. go get into bed, we can cuddle.” you turn, kissing his lips gently. ethan kisses you back immediately, and almost whines as you eventually pull away. you smile, thumb stroking his cheek as he kisses you once more before letting you go. ethan puts away his stuff before flopping onto his bed, settling into his soft covers.

you return, smiling as you join him. you lay half on top of ethan, head resting on his shoulder as your legs lay between his. tossing an arm over him, you hug your boyfriend tightly. “love you.” ethan mumbles, sleepily. “i know, baby. i love you too.” you reply, kissing his jaw. ethan hums, rolling over to cuddle into you. “get some sleep, e.” you mumble as he drapes the duvet over the two of you. “i love you.” he repeats, as if it were the lord’s prayer. “i love you too, ethan.” you respond, yawning slightly through your words. “i love you more.” he quips, yawning as well. “i love you sooo much more.” you giggle, kissing him to keep him silent. “goodnight, baby.” he mumbles, closing his eyes as you smile. “goodnight, eth.” you respond easily, lips pressing against his jaw and staying there.

closing your eyes, you fall asleep, huddling against your boyfriend as he stays awake for a while longer; listening to your calm breathing. he ponders for a while, about how he met you, how he began to date you- how he got so lucky. he begins to think about the plan his father hatched, how you were a target. ethan doesn’t think he could ever bring himself to hurt you. you seemed so closed off, so quiet- yet deep down you were tender and sweet, funny and kind. ethan loved you, with all his heart he loved you. “fuck…” he whispers softly, squeezing his eyes shut. “fuck- fuck… what am i gonna do..?” he panics a little, chest beginning to heave. you stir from your sleep, humming sleepily as you hug him tighter. ethan calms in your grip, cradling you close. “i won’t let them hurt you. i love you, baby.” ethan whispers, rolling over slowly so you were between him and the wall. you settle into the new position easily, burying your face in his neck.

how did he get so lucky?

[bluebeetless]

sleepover

ethan landry/reader

summary: your boyfriend stays over for the night.

tags: fluff, cuddling, kissing but it’s not really meant to be steamy, sweet! ethan, he’s so whipped, lowercase intended, either ghostface doesn’t exist or reader doesn’t know it’s up to you :)

warnings: none!

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ bluebeetless’ writing ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

ethan sits beside you on your bed, watching a movie on your laptop with you. you’re curled up, head resting on his shoulder; he can tell you’re tired after classes. your eyes are closed as you listen to the movie, already knowing it as you and ethan loved watching it every time one of you stayed over. ethan shuffles a little, wrapping his arm around you as he cradles you to his chest.

“i love you.” you mumble idly, kissing his slightly exposed collarbone. “i love you more, baby.” ethan responds without missing a beat. “i love you more.” you smile, opening your eyes and looking up into his doe eyes. “no way..!” he chuckles, kissing you sweetly. you squeeze his torso slightly, tossing a leg over his hips to snuggle closer. “i got so lucky.” ethan whispers against your lips. “i’m the lucky one, e. you’re such a sweetie.” you giggle, kissing him again. “only for you.” ethan replies between soft kisses. the movie goes forgotten as you slowly straddle his lap, lips attached to his as you cradle his jaw. ethan hums softly, hugging your waist to pull you closer, his lips pressing to yours with a sense of desperation. your hands move from his jaw, one resting on his shoulder as the other tangles within his hair.

ethan hums lowly, tilting his head a little to deepen the kiss further. you giggle against his mouth, letting his tongue push behind your teeth. ethan’s hands squeeze your hips as the two of you part for air. you give him a soft smile as he gazes at you with a lovesick expression. “you’re so beautiful.” ethan whispers, kissing you again, this time it’s more brief. you let out a gentle giggle, pressing your lips to his again. ethan let’s you stay on his lap, he’s keeping you held tightly so you couldn’t move anyway. resting your head upon his shoulder, you close your eyes, fingers tracing lines over his other shoulder. “getting sleepy?” ethan teases. “maybe a little.” you reply, hand stopping on his shoulder. your boyfriend lets out a soft laugh. “get some sleep, baby. i love you.” he mutters, eyes glued to your laptop screen. “i love you too, e.” you respond, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to relax on his lap.