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Protective - Jaime Reyes/Khaji Da x Reader

Word Count: 3,196

Summary: Some things were easier than others to say – Jaime could tell you any day of the week that he thought your smile was one of his favorite things, or that he looked forward to your good morning texts. Others were not as easy; like telling you that Khaji Da was sentient, that the scarab – though too worried over your reaction to introduce himself – was incredibly fond of you and had a major protective streak. It comes to a head though when you see firsthand just how willing Khaji is to protect both you and Jaime. 

Notes: “100 kisses” Prompt #49: tending to your lover's wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they're still alive 

Tagging @heckzprince as was asked.

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You had been so lost in your thoughts as you seemed to flit from space to space in the living room of your shared apartment. Jaime had surprised you with some decorations that you had been eyeing but had not been able to justify buying and you seemed more than ecstatic to set them up. 

But it was that same thought that suddenly had his expression darkening. Because Jaime had bought them, sure, but he had not been the one to form the idea – that was credited to Khaji Da, his scarab, who had wanted to surprise you after noticing your dower mood the last few days. There was an electric chirp somewhere in the back of his mind as he thought about it, a soothing gesture from his alien partner. 

“I do not mind, Jaime. They are happy to think the gift is from you.” 

Jaime narrowed his eyes at that, looking away from you and off into space as he began to converse with the scarab under his breath. “You say that, but I can feel that it bothers you.” He glanced at you, thankfully too occupied with trying to move some of the items just right that you had not noticed his behavior. 

“I am willing to accept this feeling, so long as we both get to keep them in our life.” 

“We need to tell them eventually.” 

The scarab was silent for no more than a heartbeat before answering. “One day.” That was all he said before he slipped back from Jaime’s consciousness and walled himself off. The act had become a habit when Khaji Da did not want to confront telling you he was sentient, or when it bothered him that your sweet words and acts excluded him by virtue of not knowing of his existence. It was logical, he knew, but it was a hurt he was unfamiliar with. Just as telling you about his presence was a fear he had never been confronted with until he began to grow into his own will and personality. 

Jaime sighed, noting that it caught your attention, though he tried to wave it off. 

You narrowed your eyes, staring him down with one hand on your hip before setting aside the item in your other and moving to stand in front of him. “What’s wrong?” 

“It’s nothing,” he assured, taking one of your hands in his own and running his thumb over the back. 

“Jaime,” you begin, moving to sit beside him so your legs are flush against one another, “you know you can tell me anything.” 

It was a half-hearted smile on his face before he spoke, but no less sincere. “I can tell you that I love the way you smile.” In truth, Jaime knew that you would be okay with Khaji – that you would adore him just as much as you did Jaime himself – but without the scarab's approval, he would not reveal the truth to you yet. He knew it would take some time for you to adjust, maybe, but you wouldn’t leave over it. 

You only sigh in response to his comment, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek. “I won't pry it out of you.” You stand, arms above your head as you stretch and feel your joints relax. “But thank you for the compliment anyways, amore.” 

“We’ll be running late if we do not leave for patrol soon.” Khaji Da warned with a chirp in Jaime’s mind. 

“I’ll be back later tonight; I just have some stuff to take care of. Don’t worry about leaving the light on, it’ll be late.” He chimes, moving to stand beside you, pulling your hand once more to his lips to place another kiss. 

You hum, waving him off and already knowing what work will be keeping him from your shared bed once again – he had told you he was Blue Beetle long before the pair of you had moved in together. “You can make it up to me by buying breakfast next time.” you promise for him. “Come back safe, please.” 

“I’ll do my best.” Jaime swears, stepping past you after squeezing your hand once more and heading for the door. 

For now, you could only wait and watch as he left, finishing what decorating you could and heading off to sleep. Unfortunately unaware of the danger Jaime would be in, and later yourself. 

The danger did not come on the patrol itself, that had gone by with little more than petty robbery to stop. No major activity, no movement. It had been an easy night. And while Jaime had been more than happy to call it at that, Khaji Da had stayed silent for far longer than normal. 

“Are you okay, hermano?” Jaime asked, finally breaking the blistering silence. 

A minute ticked on before khaji Da responded, Jaime had almost thought he had not heard him. “Scans of the area near our apartment are... perplexing.”  

Jaime was still at that, slowing on his walk. His scarab was never confused about scans, not enough to be so deep in thought. “Meaning?” 

“The majority of the scans show the area is clear. However, my sensors must be damaged, as scans keep flickering and briefly picking up additional signatures, unknown to us.” 

“There are people around?” 

“Hard to tell – the extra signatures are surrounding our apartment, but they only appear briefly before I lose them once again.” 

“Do you think it’s because of how far away we are?” Jaime was growing tense – despite the calm tone, he could feel the concern beginning to radiate from the scarab. 

“Negative, I have never had an issue similar to this before. I may need to do internal checks once we are secured at home.” 

“Better safe than sorry.” Jaime comments, letting the armor burn hot over his body and re-suit him as he slips into one of the alleys, deciding to take the long way back. He can feel the way Khaji Da prods at the sensors, trying to make those blips reappear once again or find their origin. 

“Jaime, if there are people there, then our partner is likely in trouble.” 

Jaime makes no comment on Khaji Da’s use of “our”, or the tense edge in his voice as he warns him. The scarab is unable to get a reading on the signatures once again, but it provides no peace to either half of the hero. Jaime quickens his pace before even realizing, hurrying forward but careful to keep out of sight. 

It's too late, they find, after they arrive. He has no need to enter, because coming around the back way means that Blue Beetle has a clear line of sight on the open window of their apartment. Something you have not done since you moved in with him. 

Khaji Da is silent, and Jaime almost has to call for him before he can feel a surge in the back of his mind when the scarab kicks on power. “I cannot get a signal off the others, but I have picked up on our partner’s. They have just reached the city limits.” 

That isn’t too far away, Jaime realizes. Living on the outer limits had been a perk that he had sought out to help with leaving in his suit if ever the need arose. 

“We can still reach them if we hurry.” Khaji Da stresses, beginning to push to free the wings of the suit. 

“Don’t need to tell me twice, Khaji.” Jaime wastes no time in taking off into the sky, determined to reach you before anything bad could happen. Or worse than already had – being kidnapped while you slept certainly wasn’t high on the list of good things to go down while dating a hero. 

Jaime was tired, but the moment he was in the skies and scanning ahead of him he could feel the adrenaline rushing through him. And the anger. He knew that he as well was not the only one - he could feel, at the very edges of his consciousness, khaji Da was trying to keep himself under control, that he was itching to get his hands on whoever had taken you. And if he did, it was not going to be a pretty fight. 

Their search did not last long, with how fast they were flying it was in no time that they were right above the two suspicious dark SUVs driving west out of town – the only vehicles on the road, right on top of one another. 

“They are in the second vehicle.” 

Jaime gave no response, descending in front of the first car as fast as he could, bracing for impact when they only barely hit their brakes to try and avoid him. It mattered little to either of the Beetle pair, their sights were set on the tinted windows of the second vehicle that was quicker to react. 

Jaime straightened, feeling Khaji pulling for control, anger still hot in his mind as he scanned for their partner. “Let them go,” he narrowed his eyes, already in position to rush them if he needed, “before this gets ugly for you.” The hiss on the edge of his words, the venom that dripped from them was Khaji, though Jaime understood the anger. But in moments like this the two would bleed together until you could hardly tell where one ended and the other began. 

The back door opened and Khaji Da crooned in the recesses of Jaime’s mind, just for a moment, knowing you could at least walk. But that lasted no more than seconds when they saw the blood from your cut lip and the limp in your step. The wide-eyed look you gave, staring right at him and pointedly trying to ignore the gun just centimeters from your temple. You looked terrified, and rightfully so. All Jaime and Khaji Da want is to grab you, but for the time being nobody moves. 

At least until a moment later when Jaime doubles over, an ear-splitting sound ringing in his head like chalk on a board. Distantly he can make out your own body hitting the ground before the assailants leave your side and move towards him. He’s barely on the verge of consciousness, already losing to the black when he feels Khaji Da surging forward in his mind to take control. It’s a burning hot rage that feels like fire in Jaime’s numb limbs, but he trusts his partner to protect them both. 

Khaji Da is exactly that, full of rage and a deep-seated drive to guard Jaime and yourself. The small black device that likely served as the source of the attack is much closer to the pair, but the man holding it can’t react fast enough before he’s pinned to the car with a staple. It’s automatic for him, even with how few times he had needed to take control of Jaime’s unconscious body. 

The pair spend so long intermingled that it’s just an extension of the physical scarab body. Not that Khaji Da is stopping to appreciate how fluid the fight is. He can see you on the ground, barely moving but still trying – you were further away when the pulse went out, which thankfully seemed to lack a powerful enough range to do permanent damage to you. All he knows is he needs to get rid of these attackers and grab you so you’re both safe. 

It leaves him distracted however, something he’ll later grow agitated with, and one of the men are behind him, sharp metal dug into the joint of his armor and peeling it up. It isn’t much, but it sends alarm bells ringing because these people were too well versed in his defenses for this to be some thrown together kidnapping. An issue for later, when you’re all safe. 

The fastest way to end this, just long enough to escape, is a major sonic pulse, but it risks injuring you further. It’s a decision he tries to weigh when he grabs one of the men who has jumped at his back, swinging him full force through the windshield of the further car, and then making eye contact with you. 

You’ve turned over, watching him with a look that Khaji Da does not recognize. But he does see the cuts, the new gash on your forehead from the ground, and bruises that are still darkening from when you had been taken. Khaji Da didn’t have to wonder if you had put up a fight, he knew that you had, and you had likely paid the price for it more than he could see. 

It’s a thought – one of them hurting you, dragging you out the window, and the chance that they could have been too late to find you in time – that has him reacting without hesitation. 

Anyone smart would turn away and run if they saw the suit charging up – especially if there was nothing to block the blast. But for all their planning, their assailants seem stupidly determined to take in the Blue Beetle. Stupid enough that they rush at him. 

In the corner, on the outskirts of the fight, you put your face to the dirt and cover your head with your hands, bracing for whatever is to come. It pays off moments later when the charge is done and an energy pulse lashes out wildly. 

You don’t even look up until the oddly warm metal is wrapping around your torso and hoisting you up as gently as he can. Blue beetle is acting fast, wasting little time before taking you in his arms and taking flight. 

All you do for the time being is wrap your arms around his neck, staring at him from the corner of your eye as you watch the men below get smaller and smaller. 

The flight back is silent, and you don’t ask questions when you pass by your apartment. Jaime had told you once that there was a safe house if things ever got too bad, and you assumed now that it was your destination until something could be worked out. 

Khaji Da, for his part, did not want to slip up. He did not want to give himself away, and he did not want you to worry too much about Jaime. He was good, a little banged up, but his host would be okay. But this was never how he wanted you to learn. 

It took longer than expected to arrive and land at the safe house – Khaji Da did more than one fly around to ensure there was no living soul on the premises before he even dared to bring you down near it. He ushers you inside as fast as he can, mindful of the limp you still sported. 

“Let me help,” he asked, his voice soft but cracking as he sat you down, already making a b-line for the first aid kit. As he moved the armor fell away to reveal Jaime’s body underneath, with the hope it would put you more at ease. “It’s been a long night.” 

You were still silent when he turned around, fixing him with a sharp look. Khaji Da felt like you could see right through him, and he tensed with the little med kit in his hands, almost scared to walk near you. 

“Come here, you’re hurt.” You motion him over next to you, making a grab for the box when he steps close enough. 

Khaji Da keeps it just out of your reach. “So are you.” 

“Let me do this.” 

He opens his mouth to stop you before you huff. 

“Please, if they come back at least you’ll be ready. Just,” you stop, lowering your hand and fixing him with a pleading look, “just let me do this.” 

He just nods silently, handing over the aid kit before turning his side to face you. There is a wound in the crease of his arm where the joint of the suit had been pierced, but it was nothing compared to the cuts and bruises you wore. He had the armor, but it was of little use to you. It left a sour taste in Khaji Da’s mouth, but he would be able to tend your own soon enough. 

“You’re not him, are you?” You ask, finally willing to break the question as you dab at the cut. You can feel the way that he tenses under your touch, see the flicker of his eyes as he looks for a way out. 

But Khaji Da cannot lie to you – not like this. “No.” 

“The scarab then?” 

He only nods his head yes, diverting his eyes from your own and fixing them on the floor. If it was not for your touch on his arm then he would pull away from you completely, but he doesn’t want to upset you when you are already shaken. 

“What’s your name?” 

“Khaji Da.” 

You smooth the bandage out over his cut. He doesn’t need it, but it's an excuse for a little more contact. The action seems to sooth him, and with a small confidence you reach for his hands. “I like that name.” 

He looks at you, like he’s searching for something specific, but he can’t find it. “You knew?” 

“I had my suspicions for a long time. But in that fight? That isn’t how he moves. But you do. I've seen it sometimes, when it’s late or you two think I won’t notice. I just thought it was a trick of the mind for a while.” You clasp his hand tighter, pulling it into your lap. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” An echo of earlier that has Khaji Da almost melting. 

“I didn’t want to scare you. Or for you to leave because of me – I did not want us to lose you.” 

“I’m just grateful you’re here. I won't go anywhere, as long as you stop hiding from me.” You assure, leaning forward to place a kiss on his forehead. The act makes him shy away, but he tightens his grasp on your hand.  

“Never again,” he promises. 

“Good. Is Jaime okay too?” 

“Unconscious, but I can heal the physical damage while we wait for the others to arrive.” 

You cock your head to the side at that. “The others? Are those guys coming back?” 

Khaji calms you before you can spiral, bringing your hand towards him and placing his lips against it as he had wanted to do so many times before. “No, no, not them. I put in a call for backup to this place as soon as we landed. They’ll search for the cars and then come here.” 

You can relax at that, nodding along before you shift so you can sit curled against his side. 

You’re tired, Khaji Da can see that – the bags under your eyes and the tremor that wracks your body from fatigue. “Sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake.” 

You give a hum that you hear him, thankful for his guard before you finally close your eyes to rest. You’ll have time tomorrow to speak more and let him tend to your injuries.

[angelsworks]

A Scarab Knows Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle) x reader

Summary: Times when the scarab on your boyfriends back caught you in a lie.

Warnings: Smut, angst, insecure!reader, talks of period, 18+

Moodboard credit goes to @your-yandere-kiss They’ve got so many other great moodboards. I’d definitely recommend you check them out if you like that sort of thing.

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It took a while to get used to the scarab. Khaji Da was not what you were expecting Jaime to reveal after a couple of months of dating. Your boyfriend was so nervous as he explained the ancient alien that held the power of the blue beetle that had bonded to his back. At first you had no response. Then you wanted to see it to which Jaime happily obliged.

Your eyes found the shiny blue shell of the beetle in line with Jamie’s shoulder blades. Call it morbid curiosity that lead you to reaching out and gently tracing part of the scarab. When red eyes opened and glowed along the scarabs elytra in response you jumped back in surprise. The action causing Jaime to jump up and away from you.

He didn’t say anything, instead staring almost blankly at something behind you. An action you’d found him doing throughout your relationship. Only now did you realise it was because of Khaji Da.

Finally he spoke, “I think it likes you.”

From then on things got better with Jamie. There were no secrets between the two of you anymore and you could continue your relationship in peace. Well almost in peace. The scarab on his back was to blame for that.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Khaji Da, it’s just that it was almost like another person you had to share your boyfriend with. A person that was with him all the time. A person that he has secret talks with. A person that he fought crime with.

You weren’t jealous. Jaime was yours and Khaji Da had no interest in him like that. It was just hard getting used to being in a relationship with Jaime and now Khaji Da. After telling you about his scarab Jaime could talk to it more openly, without you thinking he was strange. Sometimes you’d be with Jaime watching a movie and he’d answer a question you hadn’t asked. Or other times you’d be looking for something you’d lost and he’d blurt out it’s location, claiming Khaji Da had told him.

Khaji Da wasn’t all bad, in fact it treated you kindly and as a valued person to Jaime. Over time it too became protective like Jaime towards you. A gesture you found sweet. Well mostly sweet.

One evening you saw the positives to the scarab on your boyfriends back.

The day you’d had was one for the history books. Anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. This morning you overslept for class meaning you had to rush out the door. In class you realised you left your paper you’d been working on at your home. After class you went to your job at a local restaurant. A job that on a good day would wear you down and drain your social skills. But on a bad day? It was unimaginable. To add to it you started your period mid shift, unprepared of course.

Finally at the end of the day you remembered the plans you had to stay over at your boyfriends apartment. Despite feeling anything but happy, you plastered a smile on your face and pushed your tears back as you greeted him. You hugged him tightly and kept up your facade. Engaging in small talk about your day and your class. Purposely leaving out or brushing over the majority of bad bits.

Jaime was buying the facade of course and you couldn’t blame him. The two of you hadn’t been dating for long and he hadn’t learnt you yet. However Khaji Da had, or to some extent it had.

A quick body scan had revealed your true feelings. Your low mood, recently working tear ducts and uterus walls cramping. All of which was relayed to Jaime whose face quickly took to looking crestfallen.

“Mi Vida, why would you lie to me?” Jaime asks softly. Pulling you from beside him on the couch to his lap.

You look at him startled. Unable to form words or even think of a coherent answer. But he waits for one. Even though it takes a few beats of silence.

“What - how do you know?” You ask him perplexed.

His tongue swipes out over his lips, “Khaji Da scans almost everyone I meet. It makes a habit of scanning you especially.”

You nod slowly, letting the new information sink in. You wonder just how much Khaji Da knows about you. You wonder how much information it passed on to Jaime each time you met. Was this the first time it caught you out in a lie, or just the first time Jaime chose to bring it up.

“I didn’t want to burden you with my bad day Jaime. You seemed so happy. I just wanted to enjoy being with you today.”

Jaime sighed and held you impossibly closer. Rubbing your back as you let out a few tears.

“Nothing you tell me would burden me. I love you so much Cielo.” Jaime whispers in your ear.

“Cielo?” You ask, unsure of the endearment.

“It means sky or heaven. That’s what you are to me. Nothing my Cielo tells me burdens me. You are my world, Mi Vida.”

Although Khaji Da’s interference worked out this time, it didn’t always. One time in particular didn’t end well with Jaime.

It was just past nine when your eyes glanced over to the clock on the bedside lamp. Jaime had been pounding into you for what felt like hours. He’d been out all evening doing something for Kord industries. The topic a sore one as you knew of the previous feelings he felt for Jenny.

You tried to put your feelings aside and remember that Jaime was with you now, not her. Your efforts hadn’t been good enough as Khaji Da and Jaime had seen right through it. Leaving him no choice but to show you just how much he loved you.

Yet the hurried passion between you hadn’t given you the stimulation you needed to reach your climax even once. There was little foreplay and things unraveled and quickly lead to him being deep inside you.

At one point you’d moved your fingers to your clit, trying to gain something to take you over the edge. Jaime, thinking you were acting up as you often did with him (in dynamic of course) removed your hand and pinned it with your other above your head. He gave you a gentle kiss and whispered some dirty words in your ear.

“Are you close?” He panted, still hammering into you. You thought about saying no, then wondered what he would think. You started to feel insecure in the fact that your orgasm was taking so long. So you decided to pretend.

It wasn’t something you’d ever had to do before but once wouldn’t hurt, would it?

You moaned out a reply and started your act. Rolling your eyes back into your skull, praising your partner for his work, clenching your walls on his cock. It wasn’t long before he followed you. Stilling inside you before reaching his own.

After pulling out slowly and kissing your temple he rolled over, having a moment before getting a wash cloth for you.

Silence hung in the air. Comfortable silence of course, but silence non the less. Jamie’s hand found yours, holding it gently as he often did.

Some time passed before his grip changed and became tighter. He turned on his side and looked at you accusingly.

“You faked it?” He asked, a little hurt but mostly angry.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your face heating up. “Jaime it’s not like that, you know I wouldn’t - ”

“But you did, or else Khaji Da wouldn’t have brought it up.”

You let out a huff, “Why does it matter. I’m sure it happens to plenty of couples all the time. I’m fine. Your fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

You move to roll over only to be pulled back by an angry Jaime. You’d never seen him this annoyed before about something you’d done. Usually you couldn’t put a foot wrong with him. He thought everything about you was great. It would be a lie to say his anger didn’t make you guilty about being dishonest.

“It matters because your my girlfriend. We aren’t just another couple. And while I’ve got working fingers, a working tongue and a working cock I have no excuse not to make you cum.” He tells you in earnest, putting his anger aside for a minute.

Although the sentiment is there, his wording isn’t. Jamie’s right, everything about him works. There’s no reason he shouldn’t be able to make you cum. It’s you that’s the problem and that same insecurity creeps back in once more. Making you doubt if there was something wrong with you. Making you remember why you lied in the first place. You didn’t want him to think less of you.

“So why Mi Vida, why lie to me? You know I love you.”

You huff again but this time it’s more pitiful as you feel your throat tightening. “It’s not you Jaime, it was me. It just wasn’t happening. I don’t know if I needed more foreplay or something. Maybe it’s just me, maybe there’s something wrong. Please let’s just go to sleep.” You practically beg. The warmth in your face ever increasing from the embarrassment you now feel.

As he understands your words he feels his anger dissipate. “There is nothing wrong with you Cielo, I should have done more before you know, going inside you. It was rushed. But you need to know that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I love making you cum.”

You smile, leaning over to kiss Jaime. Who responded eagerly almost trying to make up for lost time. Showing you that there was nothing wrong with you at all.

“Let me show you how much I love doing it Mi Vida.”

You could only nod as your boyfriend spent the rest of the night doing everything he could to make you cum.

By the time he’d done you’d finished a record number of times and had forgotten any ill will you’d felt towards Khaji Da. It turned out to be quite useful.

[ambcass]

ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇꜱ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ|| ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

a/n: more jaime content!! reblogs are appreciated 💕

ᴛᴀɢꜱ: fluff, swearing??

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Jaime Reyes! making sure you're alright. Texting and asking if you have eaten yet or just checking up on you whenever he can. He also makes sure that you're comfortable and he KNOWS when you're uncomfortable.

The two were on an amusement park date and Jaime pointed out that there was this really scary rollercoaster he wanted to ride with you. He asked you if you wanted to ride with him, hesitant you were but you didn´t want to seem like a pussy. "U-uhm..." you started to sweat as the thought of going on a really high rollercoaster. "Sure!...Why not" You awkwardly smiled. As you were going to line up, Jaime held your hand and led you somewhere else. "Let's go somewhere else, how about you go to the gift store to relax. Okay?"

Jaime Reyes! plans movie nights for both Reader and him. He picks out any movie he thinks you find interesting in

Jaime Reyes! being dragged into any fandom you're in and willingly researching the game/show you're into. He would try to surprise you with merch of your favorite character.

"Mi vida, look what I bought you" he coos as he walks in the room with a vibrant T-shirt of your favorite character from (fav show/game). You snatched the shirt and gave your boyfriend a stupid-looking smile "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, Jaime! I love you!" You gave him a big hug. He chuckled and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "I just love seeing you so happy, baby"

Jaime Reyes! refusing to let you become a hero. He fears that you'll be targeted even more as a hero. As much as he wants what Nightwing and Starfire have, he doesn't want your life to be at risk. Also, he's too much of an asshole to let you save him in any incident.

Jaime Reyes! tried teaching you Spanish but ended up teaching you the bad words instead. Which then results in you blurting those words out without thinking before you speak. Words you learned were, "chinga tu madre", "puta", "puta madre", Yk the basics... Brenda hates it though. She wants you to stay "innocent".

Jaime Reyes! being terrible at school, so you two plan study dates at his/your place. Study dates then turning into cuddle sessions.

Jaime Reyes! and reader exchanging cultures if they aren’t already latin. He loves learning new music, dances, and trying new foods! Probably downloaded Doulingo for you…

“Soo how does it taste?” You awkwardly handed the plate of freshly made tacos to Jaime. You spent hours learning how to home make tacos, tortilla included. He took a bite and smiled. He looked at you and spoke with food still in his mouth, “Taste really good, mi amor…Don’t tell mi mama but this might be better than her homemade tacos.”

Jaime Reyes! being the big spoon just makes sense. He protects the people he loves and having his arms wrapped around your body close to his reassures him that you’re safe and protected. Occasionally he would be little spoon but that’s rarely.

Jaime Reyes! would rather have the world burn than losing you.

[maverickbabes]

new year's kiss

new year's kiss

Jaime Reyes x female!reader!

Warnings: absolute fluff, petnames: babygirl and princess, hinted sexual innuendo, hot make out session, I think that's it

Summary: You and Jamie have your first new years kiss.

Music was blasting at the Reyes family household. Everyone was dancing, The food was amazing, everyone was having a great time celebrating the new year coming in. This was you and Jamie's first new year together so you were a little nervous that anything could go wrong and ruin it.

Let's hope nothing did.

"5 minutes til new years everybody!" Rudy shouts over the music as he laughs loudly then takes a swig of his beer. You snuck away from the crowd and headed towards Jaime's room for a little breather. You walk over to his mirror and start fixing your hair a little.

"Hey there you are babe" Jaime says as he walks into the room and shut the door, quieting the chaos that was happening. "Hey handsome" You said as you walk over to him and began fixing his collar. "Hi babygirl" He compliments back, hands resting on your hips.

You smile at him before leaning forward and start kissing him slowly. He places a hand on your cheek and began kissing you back slow and sensually. "Mmm" You moan a little into the kiss and he pulls you closer to him, one hand in your hair and the other on your ass.

"Fuck princess" Jaime groans as he breaks off the kiss and began kissing along your neck, leaving hickeys in the process.

I feel a sort of blood rushing towards-

"Stopp" Jaime says annoyed and you look at him with a confused look. "No not you, definitely not you" Jaime tells you assuring you while he gives you a gentle kiss. "Countdown is starting everyone let's go!" Rudy shouts then starts counting down with everyone.

10

9

8

"Everyone gather around" Mila says turning down the music just a little.

7

6

You and Jaime look at each other lovingly as you both counted down together

5

4

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Jaime pulls you closer and moves a piece of stray hair away from your face

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"HAPPY NEW YEAR" Everyone in the living room shouted as they whooped and hollered for the new year.

You crashed your lips against Jaime's and kiss him passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck. Jaime smiles into the kiss before pulling you against his body, happiness surrounding both of you.

"Happy new year baby" You said as you rested your forehead against his.

"Happy new year mi amor" Jaime says smiling

an: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE 🎉

[iloveamberfreeman]

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- believed in Santa till he was 13 until some boy school basically ruined it for him.

- collects small items for sentimental value, even wrappers. 'Jaime why is there a bubble gum flavored lollipop wrapper just in a box...?' 'that's the one you gave to me back in middle school?? Brings back memories yk.....'

- the type to check up on you when you're sick. Immediately rushes over asap.

- I know damn well he DIY's a shit ton of stuff

- always tries to answer the phone when he can, he could be on the verge of throwing up or literally dying but he'll still try to pick up the damn phone

- HEAVYYYY sleeper. Sleeps though alarms, sleeps though damn hurricanes, sleeps though the scarab poking in his back occasionally.

- he loves thrift stores, just the whole vibe makes him happy. And getting a jacket for 7.99$?? That's a steal dawg.

- He spam reposts, anything that appears on his feed that even slightly catches his eye is getting a repost. At this point your entire feed is basically his feed, just reposted.

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a/n : my video on tiktok literally went viral, it has two million likes and almost 7 million views?! Yay?! anyway I love doing these headcannons and it's time I get back on here posting stuff!!! So just send me a request if u have a specific headcannon you want me to cover!! no nsfw

[drqcrys]

The lack of Blue Beetle fics…gonna have to solve that myself.

[supercap2319]

Imagine Jaime's boyfriend using his magic to control his scarab into answering his commands and has the scarab do naughty things to him.

Y/N came into Jaime's room and smiled. His boyfriend was on his bed, looking at his phone. Perfect. "Khaji Da?"

Immediately Jaime could hear the scarab in his head as it awoke to the sound of Y/N's voice. "Yes, Y/N? How can I be of assistance?" Jaime looks confused. Why was Khaji Da answering to Y/N? If only he could see the magical symbol on his back. Y/N had used his magic to reset the scarab into answering his commands.

"Do you think you could make a blue dildo to fuck Jaime with?"

"Certainly. Long and slim, or big and gritty?"

"Dealer's choice." Y/N smiles.

Jaime's eyes widened. "What?! Excuse me?"

His protests didn't last long as he felt his body sit up as Khaji Da forced his body on all fours on his bed as he watched from the mirror on his door as the alien technology produced a big and lengthy blue dildo. That's when Jaime felt the lower half of his clothes melt away until his dick and ass were exposed. He blushed and looked at Y/N. "I swear to God, Y/N, I'll scream and my nana will hear and she'll–"

"Do you think you can make something to cover his mouth?"

"Yes, of course." A beetle shaped ball and gagged went over Jaime's mouth, successfully shutting him up. "Do you want him to be fucked nice and slow, or rough and hard?"

Y/N smirks. "Nice and slow. Give him the works."

Jaime was helpless as he felt Khaji Da tease his hole with a lubed claw before he whimpers as the blue dildo was pushed into his hole.

[myhaikyuuacademia]

Hi, I know it’s super cliche but I was wondering if I could get a one bed friends to lovers story with Jaime Reyes?

This request made me so happy lmao. I wrote so much for it. Sorry it's late!

How could I not? | Jaime Reyes x reader (Blue Beetle 2023)

Summary: we love one bed. We love a sprinkle of accidental confession. Warning: tired Jaime is clingy. Canon. A/N: I LOVE this lmao tysm

You and Jaime hadn’t been friends for very long when all of the Kord stuff happened, but you didn’t hesitate to offer letting him and his family stay at your apartment while their house was getting fixed. They didn’t end up taking you up on that, since Jenny also offered them their own apartment and they’d rather take that then inconvenience you, but it was a little cramped in that apartment (not that it wouldn’t have been at yours). Jaime complained about it all the time. Especially about how Milagro had been relentlessly teasing and annoying him about stuff. He didn’t specify what. Anyway, that’s how you found yourself on a Sunday evening opening the door to a kinda disheveled looking Jaime. “Oh. Jaime. What’s up?” You moved to the side, letting him enter your apartment. “Ugh.” He groaned. “I haven’t slept properly in ages. Between renovations, hero stuff and my family seemingly being more overbearing than usual, especially in a space so small I can’t escape them, it just. I can’t fucking sleep.” He ranted and then ran a hand over his face and hair. You just chuckled as you closed the door and walked further into your apartment. “So you came here to escape?” You sat down on the couch and looked up at him, standing before you, hesitating for a second whether to sit down or what to do before deciding to do so. “Yeah” He breathed out. “I guess.” You hummed, understandingly. “Well, my doors are always open for you.” Turning towards the tv, you grabbed the remote from your coffee table. “Wanna watch spiderman with me?” Jaime sighed and then grinned, “sure.”

He didn’t last 5 minutes.

You glanced over at him and noticed his closed eyes and deep relaxed breaths. Hesitant, you gave him a nudge, trying to wake him up. The couch, and the way he was sitting right now especially, would give him a sore back and neck if he continued sleeping like this. “Jaime.” You whisper-shouted. Another nudge, “Jaime!”. Groggily he murmured and tried to move out of the way so he could continue his sleep in peace. “Come on Jaime, go to bed.” You tried pulling on his arm to get him to stand up, but he barely moved. Instead he pulled you down, so you landed half on top of him and he buried his head in your neck, while his arms closed around your waist holding you close. You froze and your brain simultaneously short-circuited and erupted into chaos. His breath was warm and even on your skin and his hands so soft on the little bit of exposed skin between your top and pants. He didn’t seem bothered by the position you two found yourselves in, hell, he probably didn’t even notice. You were pretty sure he was immediately and fully asleep again. Meanwhile your heart was still beating as if to escape your chest.

“Jaime.” You tried again after you’ve had a while to compose yourself. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, it’ll be more comfortable.” No success. “Khaji-Da?” Last resort. You heard groaning, and felt Jaime moving ever so slightly. “Come on now, let’s get you to bed. I promise you can continue sleeping in just a second.” Carefully, you tried slipping out of his arms, standing up and holding your hands out in front of you to help him up. With a pout on his lips he looked at you through half-lidded eyes before taking your hands with an overly dramatic movement and you pulled him up rolling your eyes, laughing. You didn’t notice the way he smiled at that. One of his hands still in yours, you led him to your bedroom. “Go. Sleep.” You lightly patted him on his back in a shoving way to get him to go to your bed. Standing in the doorway with your arms crossed you were observing if he was doing what you’re telling him to. He was well on his way when he stopped, as if a sudden thought occurred. “What about you?” He turned around. His voice was raspy, still half-asleep. Your heart was racing again, and your face felt very hot suddenly. “W…” you cleared your throat. “What about me?” “Aren’t you going to sleep?” “Oh. I’ll just sleep on the couch it’s fine. Plus, we didn’t really get that far with the movie, so I can just finish it.” He didn’t seem to like that answer, by the way his brows furrowed and his pout came back. “I’m not stealing your bed and leaving you to sleep on your couch. Especially in your own apartment.” “You need sleep more than I do. It’s fine. Really.” You tried convincing him. A feeling of an old western stare down crept up on you. Like whoever blinked first, lost. “Come on Jaime, just go back to sleep.” You plead, head slightly tilted and puppy-dog-eyes. His eyes narrowed. He was going to strike a deal. Or a compromise. “I’ll only go to sleep if you go. And I’ll only sleep in your bed if you do. Wait that came out wrong.”

“Pffff.” You burst out laughing. Ignoring how flustered his proposal made you. This man was gonna be the death of you some day. “You sure?” you asked jokingly. “Fine, go to bed. I’ll turn off the tv.” You sighed playfully defeated and turned around. Your heart was doing the racy thing again at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as Jaime. You groaned annoyed as you turned off the tv and lights and went back to the bedroom. For a second, you had considered staying in the living room and hoping he’d fallen back asleep, but he was stubborn and you knew that. There was no escape. And as predicted, he was sitting in your bed waiting, watching the door for you to come back. You noticed he was only wearing a t-shirt now, his sweater and pants on the floor next to him and it reminded you that you still had to change into your pajamas. Being around Jaime really saved you a lot of money on blush. You could tell he was watching you as you made your way over to your closet. If you wanted to, you could just go to the living room to change, or the bathroom. The question is, did you want to? Not really. You felt comfortable around Jaime, and you trusted him. And it’s not like you were about to get completely naked. And honestly, he probably might just look away anyway. So you took of your pants first, to put on some shorts, and then your top, to put on a flowy shirt. All the while your back was turned to your bed. You might have heard a “shut up Khaj” from behind you but you weren’t sure. Okay, maybe in hindsight it did make you feel a bit embarrassed and flustered to change in front of him. When you turned around, Jaime was staring at the wall in front of him very intently, and with a very red face.  Pressing your lips together to contain your facial expression you made your way over to the other side of the bed. “Happy now?” You asked as you sat down next to him, pulling the blanket on top of you. “uhuh.. hmm. Yeah” He was still looking straight ahead and avoiding your eyes. “Jaime.” You called out softly. This made his head turn. “Go to sleep.” You grinned. He only rolled his eyes in response and shook his head in mock-exasperation. But for some reason you couldn’t move your eyes, or stop your lips from smiling, and you kept looking at him. At his pretty, pretty face, with his soft, soft hair. His lips, that had been breathing into your neck just minutes earlier. His beautiful brown eyes that you found staring back at yours. In just a second, a tension had built up and the energy in the room completely changed. You licked your lips nervously.  What now? Neither of you dared to move. You weren’t even sure if you were breathing at this point. You felt the urge to say something, but you didn’t know what. Your mind was wiped completely empty. Jaime’s eyes were the first to flicker down to your lips.

And then his phone made a sound. You almost jumped apart, and he dizzily looked you up and down before turning around to grab his phone. His attention elsewhere and his eyes no longer on you, you remembered to breathe. Turning to face away from him, instead facing the wall he had been looking at so meticulously earlier you glid down so you were no longer sitting and let your covers almost swallow you whole. As if they could protect you from the fire you felt inside. You heard him setting his phone down again, and the rustling of the duvet when he laid down as well. You felt him looking at you. Did you dare look at him?

No.

“Good night, y/n.”

Only then you glanced over at him. “Good night Jaime.” You whispered, before looking back up at the ceiling.

By the sound of his breathing, he fell asleep soon after. Something you were, so very far away from at this moment. Your whole body was tense and your mind was going a mile a minute. You were acutely aware of his presence, his face just a couple inches to your side. There was no way you could calm down enough to fall asleep with him in your bed, next to you. You turned to face away from him, hoping it’d give you some sense of distance between you two. After some brainstorming you figured your best bet was to sneak out on to the couch once you were sure it wouldn’t wake him up. Well, that’s what you would’ve done, if you weren’t suddenly wrapped in Jaime’s arms literal seconds before you would have tried sneaking out. “Stay.” He murmured sleepily, face buried in your back. “Wh..” slipped out of your mouth as you tensed up, caught off-guard. “Khaj.” He answered your unspoken question, his hands around your waist. You had two choices. Give in, or not. You gave in.

Surprising how fast you can fall asleep when you’re in the arms of someone you l- When you’re in the arms of someone. Period.

You woke up still in his arms, and it made you feel all warm inside. Though, face-to-face now, with your face buried in his neck for a change. “Morning.” His voice was hoarse, though it sounded liked he had been for a while already. You didn’t feel like talking yet, so you just wrapped your arms around him tighter and buried your face in his shoulders more. Suddenly shy. One of his hands moved from your back to stroke your hair. This, you thought, is a moment you wished you could stay in forever. “You want some breakfast?” Jaime asked. “mmhm” you declined. “I only want to stay in bed with you.” He chuckled at that and started playing with your hair, wrapping strands around his fingers. “And to think just a few hours ago you tried to sneak out.” He teased. Your face scrunched up. “hmmh” you mumbled, “well, I changed my mind. Now you have to come over every night so I can fall asleep.” You weren’t completely serious when you said it, but Jaime just replied with a “Deal.” There was a content silence after this. He continued playing with your hair and you continued holding him. “Do you think trees get sad when their leaves fall off?” This came completely unprompted and so sudden it made you laugh. “Jaime what the fuck.” You pulled away to look at him, amused. He looked at you so full of love your brain stuttered. “I…” You trailed off. “No. If they’re capable of enough thought to be sad about it, I think they know the leaves will come back.” “But they won’t be the same leaves.” His fingers that were weaving through your hair before now began tracing invisible patterns on your skin. “Do you get sad when you get a haircut? I imagine it’s the same way.” You replied sincerely. He seemed to think about it before his face scrunched up. “I’d be sad if I got a buzzcut yeah.” You burst out laughing. After you calmed down you started running one of your hands through his hair. “I’d be sad if you got a buzzcut, too.” But I’d still love you.

“But I’d still love you.”

You didn’t even notice you said it out loud, the thought itself stunned you and made your hand stop playing with his hair for a second before you managed to get it moving again. You completely forgot about your face, so the shock was still seared into it. Eyes wide, looking at your hand in his hair, focusing on it, as if combing through his hair was the most difficult thing to do, just so you didn’t have to look into his eyes.

“You love me?”

Your hands halted and your eyes met his. “What?”

“You… love me?” he repeated in the same soft and unbelieving voice, barely above a whisper.

“What?” you felt like a broken record.

“You said you would still love me.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

In a way this situation was like the one yesterday, before his phone went off. Both of you staring at each other, not saying a word. But the energy was so different. He was waiting for you to say something, it seemed, to confirm or deny, but you didn’t know what to say. There are two wolves inside of you. So you stayed completely frozen instead. There was no phone ‘ding’ to save you this time. It was getting uncomfortable, neither of you saying anything. Your fight or flight instinct was begging for you to run. Instead, almost out of your control, your mouth opened, as if to say something. But then you remembered you had no idea what to say. “yes.” Oh. I guess we’re going with that. This seemed to break you out of your spell, you turned around, out of his arms, out of the bed, you got up. “Sorry.” “What? Why are you apologizing?” Jaime asked. Your back turned towards him you heard him move. Flight was kicking in, and you were well on your way out the bedroom when he managed to grab your arm and keep you from moving further away. “I love you!”

You stood still. Then you turned around. “I love you too.” Jaime said again, this time adding the ‘too’. “So you don’t have to apologize.” It was a little funny, if you were honest. The way he was half kneeling on your bed half standing on the floor, holding your wrist and telling you he loved you in just his shirt and underwear. “You do?” “Yeah. Of course. Of course I do, how could I not?” He said it so earnestly, it made you want to laugh because he was still in that weird position. “You do.” No longer a question. You stepped closer with a smile. “You love me.” Grinning now. “You love me.” He just repeated. Spiderman pointing meme. You nod. And then you kiss him.

[hazelsmirrorball]

Spider-Man’s Biggest Fan Series

Jaime Reyes is the biggest spiderman fan. His girlfriend on the other hand is Spiderman's biggest hater. 

pairings: Jaime Reyes x Spider-Man Fem! Reader 

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

And if you guys are up for it I’ll do another part for closure! Thank you so much for the love and support <3

[Masterlist]

[scryarchives]

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

it's been almost a month since the whole "Victoria Kord Blue Beetle Fiasco", and Jaime has loads to sort out, especially since the new neighbour might not be what she says she is...

masterlist | next !

– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author's note: after watching the blue beetle movie, I've been so down bad for jaime reyes i had to make a one-shot series for him. disclaimer: i'm not of Hispanic descent and i have don't know casual terms spoken, so do correct me if im wrong!

The sun's heat beat down on the hot sand, heat waves radiating off the ground from the high temperature. A winding tarmac road lay between the plains, and a little vehicle sped down it, emptiness surrounding them.

“Mama, how much longer until we get to… Palmera City?” The woman drawled, picking up a pamphlet in her right hand, and pulling her wireless headphones down with the other.

“We're pretty much there, Drea,” A woman replied, hands on the steering while and eyes trained on the road. “We’re almost there.”

“Why can’t I just fly there myself? You and Amma can take the car. I’m twenty Ma, not five,” Drea huffed, neatening out her ruffled ebony waves. “You taught me how to fly when I was ten, anyways.”

“Kanna, you don’t even know where Palmera City is,” Another woman turned her head in the passenger’s seat to face her daughter in the back. “And you don’t know where the house is.”

“I do know where it is, El Paso Street, Palmera City.”

“Which house then? And you only knew Palmera City from the pamphlet,” The woman driving chuckled. “Besides, don’t you like spending time with your mamas?”

Drea said nothing in return, grumbling and pulling her headphones back over her ears, blasting her music at almost full volume.

“She grew up too fast,” The other passenger sighed, her hand on her forehead. “When did she become twenty? Remind me, please.”

“She turned twenty almost two days ago, aṉpu,” The driver grinned. “Did you forget that she almost set the house on fire when we told her about the move?”

“Please, don’t remind me, Zara,” Anika sighed at her wife’s entertainment. “I’m still drained from all of the mess I had to clean up after.”

“Nika, we’re moving, new people, new sights to see, and new opportunities for a good life for you and me. For our family,” Zara, the driver, smiled softly. One of her hands slipped off the driver’s wheel, encasing itself around Anika’s smaller hand.

“Besides, Drea needs a job, something that can keep her steady until she finds out what she wants to do,” She shrugged. “And Palmera City might have everything she needs.”

“‘Might have’ are the keywords.” Anika’s worried eyes met Zara’s calm ones. “If it doesn’t? Then what? She’ll just, what, fly alone to a new place?”

“Probably. But that’s okay, I was her age when I came here, and I needed something new. Something different. And then I met you, and I felt love for the first time,” She winked, her wife flushing.

“Oh stop it you, focus on driving!”

“Alright, alright. But you get my point, right?”

“Yeah… I do."

“Until that happens, if that ever happens, we’ll be just fine.”

“Hermano,” Milagro huffed, her hands forearm deep in water as she held a plate in her hands, holding it up to her brother, who was staring out the window in curiosity.

“Jaime,” She called out once more, her brother still unresponsive, the girl’s patience snapping. “Earth to Jaime Reyes!”

Jaime jumped slightly, taking the plate, gaze focused back on the window while muttering apologies to his younger sister.

“Sorry, sorry,” He wrapped the plate with the cloth in his hands hurriedly.

“What’s got you so distracted?” Milagro frowned, peering over his shoulder to see a moving truck parked outside their house. More accurately, in front of the empty house across the road from them.

“Oh, new neighbours,” She nodded, taking another soapy plate to rinse off from her mother. 

“I wonder what they’ll be like,” Bianca Reyes hummed, handing Milagro another plate.

“It’s about time someone moved in that house,” Milagro chirped. “That house has been empty for as long as I can remember."

"That's not true," Jaime glanced at his sister. "Mrs. Diaz lived there for a while before her son moved out."

"Oh yeah… But that was still ages ago. So my statement still counts."

Jaime playfully rolled his eyes, a smile faint on his face. Glancing over, Milagro questioned her brother teasingly.

"Why are you staring there so much, anyways? Did you see Jenny?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"What? No, no. We're just friends," He huffed.

"Sure you are."

"No, look. Khaji-Da scanned their moving stuff—"

"Woah! Boundaries, hermano!"

"Exactly! But she did it somehow and she warned me about them."

"What? Is she saying that they're villains? Like Jenny's crazy aunt?" The girl beside Jaime placed a hand on her hip. "C'mon, they're new neighbours, how bad can they be?"

"Pretty bad," Khaji-Da chimed in Jaime's head, her host glaring.

The rest of the day proceeded to be uneventful. After dishwashing and tidying up after lunch, Jaime hadn't done much other than trying to find work or helping his mother around the house.

Occasionally, Nana would come around for a drink while taking a break from her sewing, and Milagro soon joined Jaime in his room, the two job-hunting together. Uncle Rudy was… well, somewhere working on "an upgrade for the truck Jenny had gifted", according to him.

If he could, Jaime would have described the atmosphere as "chill and somewhat productive".

His mind drifted from the list of temporary jobs he could apply for on the site he sat on to the whole "Blue Beetle Fiasco" over a month ago. To the friend he hoped would be something more, until she, in the nicest way possible, tried to turn him down.

"Jaime, you're thinking about Jennifer again."

Instantly, he shook his head, trying to refocus his attention.

"Nope, nope. I'm completely focused. See? I can qualify for a…" He narrowed his eyes, reading the word his pointer was aimed at. "Chiropractor? What, no—"

"You need to move on, Jaime. The positive is that Jennifer is still your friend. You have more responsibilities."

"Yeah, and I'm doing it with Mili," Jaime then looked around him, wondering why his sister's questioning and prying hadn't begun.

"Milagro had left to get a drink, while you were busy 'looking for jobs'," Khaji-Da chimed in, rubbing in her point before her host could ask.

"Thank you, Khaji," Jaime huffed sarcastically. "How long has she been gone for?"

"Ten minutes."

"That long?"

"You were deep in thought."

"Got it," He grumbled, pushing himself off of his bed to find his job-hunting partner. "Mili!"

He called out his sister's name, hoping to find her peering around a corner in response, but was returned with nothing, not even a single quip.

"Mili?" Jaime frowned at the lack of noise in his home.

"Nana? Uncle Rudy?"

Seeing that no one was responding, Jaime narrowed his eyes, his mind darting to the worst-case scenario.

"Khaji, can you scan or locate where my family is?"

"Your mother—"

"Jaime! There you are!" Bianca cut Jaime off, her son relieved to see that she was alright.

"—is right here."

"Thank you for the… status, Khaji," He whispered before smiling, letting out a sigh. "Mama, where's everyone?"

"They're outside, greeting the new neighbours!" She furrowed her brows, a smile still gracing her lips. "I thought Mili told you? Oh, I'll talk to her about it later, come come! Let's meet the neighbours, yes?"

She grabbed Jaime's upper arm, rushing out to meet up with the rest of the family.

"Jaime, meet Mrs Tlatilpa, and her daughter, Alejandra!" Bianca smiled.

Jaime smiled over at who he assumed was Alejandra, as she did look quite a bit younger than the woman beside her.

Taking in her appearance, he noticed that she almost looked Hispanic, like him, though her skin was slightly darker. Her hair remained wavy and was a dark shade of brown, pretty much black if he hadn't noticed it against the sunlight. If he looked close enough, he noticed that she had a few strands of braids tied together here and there.

She tilted her head as her wireless headphones covered in vibrant stickers were plastered all over, covering the brand's logo, and it seemed like stars — he noticed a few hand-sewn ones on her baggy jeans — seemed to be her favourite pattern.

Triangle earrings glinted in the light as her dark brown eyes watched him in curiosity. If he looked close enough, he could almost see sparks of red—

"You're staring, Jaime."

He flinched from Khaji-Da's comment, holding his hand out to shake hands, the woman across from him doing the same.

"Reyes, my name's Jaime Reyes," He nodded, putting on his best smile.

"Alejandra Tlatilpa. But you can call me Drea," She nodded respectfully before switching her glance to his shoes. "Cool shoes."

"Ah, uhm thanks. Not my favourite pair, but they serve their purpose," He chuckled, almost sadly as he remembered the fate of his now-incinerated favoured shoes.

"She's dangerous," Khaji-Da pointed out, Jaime's brows furrowing.

"What? No way," Jaime muttered, Drea, blinking in confusion.

"I'm sorry?" She questioned for clarification.

"No, sorry, I uhm… just a habit of mine, I talk. To myself," He quickly responded, his smile turning awkward.

"Right," She pointed a finger, nodding once more. "Got it. Don't worry about it, we all have our habits."

"Look at the two of you getting along!" Mrs Tlatilpa grinned. "Kanna, why don't you go get Mama? I'm sure she'd love to meet new people."

"Yeah, sure," Drea chirped, smiling one last time at Jaime. "See you around."

"So, your wife?" Bianca questioned, her eyes curious.

"Ah yes, it's a long story," Anika laughed nervously.

"No, no worries! In fact, would your family like to join us for tea?"

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[peachywontyell]

i have a crush on jenny and jaime and im brainrotting really really bad. this is all purely self-indulgent. the chances of me doing this again with 18+ thoughts are high.

poly jaime & jenny🫶🏾

-being friends (the kind that definitely have something going on but neither dare to name it) with jaime through uni. after graduation you both promise to keep in touch; it falls through immediately.

-thinking it's something you did, but really his life just got turned upside-down in less than 48hrs. hes a little occupied.

-you hear the news about kord industries, but it's not like they say what- or who- happened. all you know is the company has a new president and she's gorgeous.

-bumping into jaime en la tiendita de la esquina after impulsively moving to palmera city a year or so later. he somehow looks better. buffer, more confident- and so apologetic after he recognizes you.

-he invites you out for drinks later that night, begging with those pretty brown eyes of his. so you say yes, cause you both know you can't say no when he's looking at you like that.

-it went well. well enough that you're heading back to his apartment. and you know nothing is going to happen, but you're still nervous.

-yes, you both crash on his couch after even more (very drunk) soft chatter. no, you didn't expect to wake up to the smell of coffee and gentle clatter of plates.

-here you are though, half awake, using jaime as a pillow, really confused cause he didn't mention anything about having a roommate.

-sitting up to greet whoever it was and the words die on your tongue when you see who it is, cause what the hell is jenny kord doing in his kitchen and why is she offering you coffee and waffles with a smile so sweet you're not sure you can stomach any more sugar.

-but you do. her waffles are delicious and you're sure she's made of pure magic cause she got your coffee perfect first try. you almost spit it out when jaime gives her a sleepy good morning kiss though.

-you were already blushing, a bit flustered sure, but you were playing it off like you were just nervous to meet such a prominent figure. but this you couldn't play off.

-after many apologies and saying that nothing happened between you two, jenny looks as calm as ever as she tells you that it's okay, even if something had happened, it would have been okay. there is a flicker of something in her eyes and you can not put a name to it, but it's not negative.

-you run out of there, spewing something about remembering that someone was coming over for repairs. you're sure you only began to breathe again as soon as you stepped through your door.

-they both find it hilarious sure, but jaime tells her she can't just say those things to you, cause you fluster easily. she makes it a little game, which one of them can fluster you the most.

-you feel like you are going crazy. a month or two after the first introduction with jenny and lots of hangouts...now you're sure that they're both...hitting on you? but that's crazy, right?

-wrong. you're being guided to a more secluded part of the dancefloor at a strangers party by jenny and you know you're wrong.

-yes, you're drunk, so is she and her hands are on your hips pulling you closer and closer while some reggaeton plays in the background and now you find yourself throwing ass on your....friends? girlfriend while her fingertips sink into your flesh deliciously. you could get used to this.

-too focused on trying not to die from the feeling, you completely miss jaime and jenny sharing a smirk and a nod.

-you're sure they planned it cause it was too perfect of a coincidence. jenny left you, obviously hot and definitely bothered, saying she was gonna go get you guys drinks and all you could do was nod. as soon as she leaves, you blink, and there's jaime.

-you start to apologize for what just happened and shut up as quickly as you started because he is suddenly so close and asking if he could also have a dance and you're sure you're dreaming.

-the next morning, the only thing you know is that you're in a bed, it smells familiar, there is someone playing with your hair and a different arm across your waist.

-you don't know who changed you out of your clothes and both of the options have your head spinning so you choose not to think about it. a very needed conversation is had like that, cuddled in bed. you almost turn into mush when they ask you to join their relationship.

-now you've got two partners. and you gonna make up for lost time.

[dickmedowndc]

Upcoming! Beginning next week

10 stories to come - some are..... very overdue.

★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★…★

Storming in the Streets, pt. III - Conner "Kon" Kent

Figured It Out - Jaime Reyes

Hero Crush, pt. II - Virgil Hawkins

Protective - Jaime Reyes & Khaji Da

When Stars Die - Conner "Kon" Kent

Little Menace, pt. II - Jaime Reyes & Khaji Da

Mechanics of the Heart, pt. II - Amazo

Future Promises - Bart Allen

The Earth Shakes - Bart Allen

Animal Crackers - Garfield Logan

[chaigirly]

Jaime Reyes

When does a candle become a blaze?

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Preview ⤵️

*Shit shit shit shit!*

Jaime flys back to his home, his scarab warning him of the distress his body is going through.

“Shut up Khaji-da!” He yells, his mask muffling his voice a bit to the outside world.

He makes it to his home to see his family along with you being cornered by what seemed like a hundred swat soldiers, guns pointing at his family being ready to shoot at any moment.

He drops down in front of his family, putting himself between the guns and his family.

“Jaime!” You say as you see him drop down in front of you.

“Are you guys okay?” He asks frantically which you all nod.

“Good good, I’ll deal with this,” he says, turning towards the many guns being pointed at him.

He fights his hardest against all the bullets firing at him and the soldiers.

In the process, his home gets destroyed and fires start burning from the damages and firing.

[ambcass]

ᴊᴀɪᴍᴇ ʀᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ ᴅɪᴀᴢ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

both at once? i wish. people seem like they enjoy my xolo content so... CREDS TO @swliz FOR BANNER!! (in my active era.)

🎧Jaime is the type of guy to have 2 relationships and a million failed talking stages. So he was happy when you two were finally official.

🎧Asks your friends about your favorite snacks, drinks, clothing brands, ect. so he can surprise you with them.

🎧Tries to find time to be around with you because his hero work is time consuming.

🎧He LOVES making DIY gifts for you. It saves him money and it makes you happy.

🎧100% THE SWEETEST BOY EVER!!

🎧Texts you at 1 am bc he cant sleep and he wants cuddles (you guys are nowhere close to each other.)

🎧DOES NOT like it when you're over at his place. Constant tease from family drives him crazy.

🎧Tried introducing the team to you.

🎧Didn't go well.

🎧He would not have your face as your contact photo because he was forced to match with you.

🎧Jealousy levels would range from 4-8, depending on who you're with.

🎧He tried teaching you Spanish (Caló dialect) but eventually gave up. (you couldn't roll your R's)

🎧GIVES THE BEST ADIVCE!!

♬This depends on which Miguel you're dating.

♬S2 Miguel doesn't fuck around with you hanging out with guys he doesn't like or know.

♬S5 Miguel gives out too much trust tbh but he still watches who you're with.

♬S2 Miguel tries acting like a thug. His "soft" side towards you is so different from how he usually acts.

♬His anger issues are really high. He tries to pick fights with everybody. But...he's such a baby in your arms when you guys are cuddling.

♬He's the type of guy to say "wsg mamas".

♬S5 is the opposite. He's more aware (?) of his surroundings.

♬Tbh I think he's more awkward in S5 than S2.

its late asf rn but i needa post smth.

[crsssie]

please? - jaime reyes x reader (nsfw warning)

Jaime pants, one brow furrowed, sweat dripping down his hair as he cages you in, lips pressed to yours feverishly, whimpering. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks you, sound of the bed creaking as he does. He's sure Khaji Da's mentioning his dopamine and endorphins levels are off the charts alongside his quickened heartbeat, but you're just so irresistible when you're whimpering his name like that. Besides, it's a great stress reliever and post-fight reward. Ugh. He pauses slightly, pushing his hair back as you exhale shakily.

"What? Tired already, mi amor?" You hum, lips quirked upward, expression changing as he thrusts into you again. 

"You're really chatty, mi vida." Jaime mumbles. "Maybe if you didn't look so good, I wouldn't stop to admire your beauty so often."

Jaime looks down as you clench on him from the compliment.

"You're such a womanizer, mi amor." You mumble. 

"Only you get to hear things like this." He hums, thumb finding your clit as he starts again, slower this time, holding you down as he forces you to feel every inch of you, eyes enamored as he watches himself disappear into you slowly, holding you down so you can't squirm.

"Jaime." You gasp. "Please."

"Please what, mi vida? You know you have to say it." He smiles cheekily.

"Harder? Please?" You try, voice coming out weak. 

"Of course." He presses a kiss to the corner of your eye. "All you had to do is ask."

and Jaime loves gently, a reminder that he was affectionate with you no matter the situation, skin pressed to yours, lips pressed to yours, fingers laced with yours— he was yours from the inside out.

[iloveamberfreeman]

A REQUEST FOR U FANFIC AUTHORS PLEASE!!

guys help a girlie pleaseee.

I would like to request a fanfic of Jaime reyes with like best friend reader and the whole scenario is based around the song "Whose house is this?" By the mean girls musical AND ITS FLUFF AND JUST GOOFY AND HAPPY AND SILLY PLEASEEEEEEE

If anyone makes one @ me or comment here saying u made one pleaseee

please and thank you guys 🙏🙏🙏