#jake lockley

[dontmindlittleoldme]

I would sell my SOUL for a fanfic with proper characterization of Jake Lockley (comics)

Any recommendations - PLEASE give them.

I don’t care for pairing, or fic length - JUST GIVE THAT BAR GOING BASTARD

[ripmysouldude]

Terrible influence.

Jake leaned in with that signature half-smile of his, the one that barely revealed the edge of his perfect teeth and always managed to disarm Dean completely. The warm evening air wrapped around them like a secret, the rough melon colored stucco wall at Dean’s back still holding the day’s lingering heat. A single lit cigarette glowed between Dean’s fingers, the faint crackle of tobacco the only sound breaking the quiet.

“I thought you didn’t smoke,” Jake murmured, his voice low and teasing, eyes tracing the thin trail of smoke rising from Dean’s hand.

Dean let out a soft breathless laugh. “You’re a terrible influence,” he replied, though the words held no real bite only subtle joy threaded through them. He leaned back more fully against the wall, letting the cool roughness ground him as he brought the cigarette to his lips. The moment he took a long, slow drag, Jake’s gaze shifted. Those dark eyes grew heavy-lidded, simmering with a hunger so raw it sent a visible shiver racing down Dean’s spine. Jake had always possessed that dangerous gift: making Dean feel simultaneously like precious treasure to be worshipped and helpless prey to be devoured.

“Am I now?” Jake whispered, closing the distance until their noses brushed. He rubbed them together in a slow, intimate nudge, his breath warm and faintly sweet against Dean’s skin. Dean’s eyelids fluttered as the world narrowed to just the two of them, the faint scent of Jake’s cologne mingling with the earthy aroma of smoke, the distant hum of the city fading into nothing.

“Yeah,” Dean breathed out, the single word dissolving into a hazy cloud of smoke that curled between their parted lips like a shared confession. Jake hummed in quiet satisfaction, the sound vibrating through the minimal space left between them, before finally closing the gap.

Their lips met in a kiss that felt timeless. Jake kissed the way he did everything else, with unhurried confidence, as if the rest of the world could wait forever. He captured Dean’s bottom lip gently between his own, sucking softly before giving it a teasing nip that drew a quiet sigh from deep in Dean’s chest. The cigarette dangled precariously from Dean’s slack fingers, forgotten as he melted into the embrace. One of Jake’s hands came up to cradle the back of Dean’s neck, thumb stroking soothing circles against his skin while the other hand stole the cigarette away just before it could fall.

Jake pulled back only far enough to take a slow drag himself, his eyes never leaving Dean’s face. Grayish smoke spilled from his lips in lazy spirals, wreathing around his sharp features like sacred incense curling toward the ceiling of some ancient temple. In that moment, Jake looked almost holy; ethereal and commanding, the kind of beauty that demanded reverence. The smoke softened the hard lines of his jaw and highlighted the dark intensity of his gaze, turning him into something divine, something worth kneeling for, ‘venerate me’ that look seemed to say as another curl of smoke ghosted between them.

Dean couldn’t help the way his pulse thundered in his ears. He reached up, fingers threading through Jake’s hair, pulling him back down into another kiss, deeper this time, tasting the shared bitterness of tobacco and the unmistakable sweetness that was purely Jake.

[poproxx-the-1st]

Hasty af. Kitty Knight :3

[poproxx-the-1st]

[marc-the-merc]

[@khonshus-favorite-son]

Hey Marc- are you doin' ok?

Wanna talk about it?

I kinda do, maybe. I don’t know.

[thereal-moonknight]

there's a lot more heroes/vigilantes who don't really have superpowers per se but are just extremely talented at hand-to-hand, and I realy respect that

[khonshus-favorite-son]

So the suit can take a bullet but leaves the knee pain??

Gee, thanks Khonshu.

[khonshus-favorite-son]

Meowzers, you look like you’re having fun, huh, Jake?

[Jake leans back slightly, crossing his arms. He can't deny the smile lingering on his features]

Fun with what?