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I love lists. So much. I always imagine Marc checking off his gear before a job.

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Random MK headcanons

Some are self inserts but they still correlate to how I view them outside of self shipping.

Food headcanons:

♤ I don't like assorted chocolates so I give the "gross" ones to Steven and eat the ones I like.

Of course, he's vegan and I buy milk chocolate, so he gives it to Marc, but Marc doesn't like that flavor, so it just becomes a game of pass the chocolate.

Jake ends up eating it.

♤ When Steven came to the US, seeing all the different chocolates and sweets almost gave him whiplash. The different kinds of soda too. Don't get him started on the million flavors of chips. Never ask him to pick for you, he's indecisive.

♤ I don't like coconut so I give all my coconut stuff to Marc.

For some reason he likes it.

He's not picky but he doesn't eat much fatty food.

I like the headcanon that Marc doesn't eat pork. He likes the cubs so if he goes to a game he'll get a turkey hot dog.

♤ Jake will eat anything you put in front of him. He never got to eat much bc of his short "visits" so he doesn't have many preferences.

School/Smarts related:

♤ Jake is scarily good at mental math. Give him an insane number to calculate and he can do it. Especially if money and percentages are involved. He's like a walking calculator.

♤ I like headcanons that make Jake just as smart or maybe smarter than the other two. He's scarily intelligent, but he just plays as if he's clueless or dumb to throw people off.

♤ Each of them brings something to the table in terms of smarts.

Marc: military strategy and combat experience.

Steven: book smarts and deduction skills.

Jake: street smarts and people skills.

These are all surface-level ofc

♤ Speaking of smarts. What school subject would they be good at?

I think:

Marc: Science

Steven: History and ELA

Jake: Math

I think Marc may be secretly good at chemistry. Steven Biology. Jake has a scary amount of knowledge on human anatomy. And basic knowledge in the other two.

♤ What about Jake having a special interest in philosophy?

Steven's all about the books but I like to think Jake is interested in the many philosophical ideas across different time periods.

This man reads more than just magazine covers I know it!

Honorable mention:

♤ Jake is constantly irritated by the number of keys on their shared key ring so he got his own key ring.

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ngl i wanted to see Oscar Issac on one of those chairs ://

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Just by Radiohead

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Mercy | Jake Lockley x Reader

Worth An Oscar | Masterlist

Context: Jake came home from work filled with rage and hatred for failing a mission for the first time, and it was all because of you. To make amends, you devised the best possible way for him to forgive you, even if it meant losing your ability to walk for the next few days.

Warning: Vulgar Words, Descriptive Sex, Sexual Content, Bruises, Momentary Aggressive Behavior, Floor Sex, Slight Sexual Degradations, Dom Jake/Sub Reader, Slight Choking, Love(?) Marks, Angst, Idiots in love, Spanish

Prompt: "I am your God"

The day began as usual, with Jake leaving you in bed with no sign or message as to when he would return; he never cared about how you felt whenever he simply disappeared. And you never got used to it after years of living with him as his girlfriend. It always caused problems between the two of you, and he'd always win by saying things like "It's dangerous for you to know" or "It's best if you just don't interfere."

But you've had your fill. You knew you couldn't just stand there dumbfounded while he fought off some guys somewhere around the world.

So, even though you knew he'd blow up if he found out you were following him, you went ahead with your plan. It was a plan to find out where he was and what he was up to; you knew he was an avatar of Khonshu, but that doesn't put your mind at ease. You just worry that one day he won't return, and you couldn't live with that, even imagining it made you sick to the core.

You finally tracked him down after a few days of meticulous planning, and to your surprise, he wasn't far from home this time. A storm was approaching that day, so the streets were deserted, and the clouds were raining heavily, accompanied by the deafening sound of violent lightning. Everything was going swimmingly at first, and you managed to trail behind him without him noticing. It was so simple that you were perplexed as to why everything was going so well for you...probably too well.

Then it happened.

Your fear has come true, but lucky you, it has been doubled. Jake discovered you were with him, but he wasn't the first to notice your presence; his enemies did, and you became a significant burden for Jake, causing him to fail this critical mission.

And to make matters worse, you got hurt.

Just seeing Jake's glare bore right through you like a raging fire made you want to curl up like a hurt puppy, because you knew things were only going to get worse from here.

You were already aware of Jake's true nature, and yet you remained with him. People called you names for it, and you haven't heard from them since Jake discovered it. It was one of the things you loved about him, but it was also the same thing you feared the most.

Jake has a predatory nature that no one can change. And now that you've been apprehended, you're now like his helpless little prey.

Another burst of ear-splitting lightning was accompanied by Jake's soaked boot kicking the front door open; to be honest, his kick was shriller than the sound from above. And it made you worried that he might have broken it in the process, but the first thing you should be concerned about is yourself.

His hand violently pulled on your forearm, forcing you to enter the house before angrily pushing you away, almost knocking you off your slippery feet. "Eres tan estúpida, tan jodidamente estúpida!," Jake hasn't stopped swearing at the top of his lungs since that mission. When he slammed the door shut and yanked at his hair in rage, you visibly flinched.

"I'm sorry, Jake." You had also not stopped apologizing for your folly. You were terrified of what he would do knowing you wouldn't be able to stop him. You held your bruised arm, marked by Jake's deadly grip and his nails, which had a little blood seeping out of them. "Please, Jake—

"Cierra la boca maldita mujer!"

You couldn't help but obey his orders, so you pursed your quivering lips shut, hoping to block out the continuous loud sobs that irritated him. Jake clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, he glared at you wide-eyed, dark wet locks hanging from his brow and some blood still beneath his sharp cheek bones.

You hugged yourself, your knees buckling in fear in front of the man you love. Thousands of voices are screaming at you to get out of there, that this is your cue to leave him, but you stayed because you didn't want to lose Jake. That's why you came up with that stupid plan in the first place.

Jake laughed furiously, harshly wiping the raindrop that was still streaming down his brow. "How many times have I told you not to interfere?" he snarled, gritting his teeth so hard they might break.

"I-I was just so worried about you..." You sobbed, being careful with your words in fear of adding more fuel to the already raging fire.

"Did you know how many times Khonshu had ordered me to kill you?" he confessed, disregarding the fact that his words would continue to hurt you. "He told me you're nothing but a dumb burden, a fucking woman who can mess up everything," he sneered as he slowly approached your stunned figure, aggressively pointing at you and not letting his eyes leave your teary ones.

Every word he spoke was filled with nothing but pure truth, leaving your heart feeling pierced by thousands of spears.

"And you know what? Dios, he was right," he blurted, harshly running his shaking hand through his hair, nodding to himself as your reaction only fueled his fire.

Your mouth fell agape, your breath shaking and chest tightening in anguish. His careless words, the annoying stinging sensation in your arm, and the trembles in your body caused by the coldness of your still-soaked body made you feel uncomfortably lightheaded. It was as if the world had shrunk and all you could hear were Jake's repeated words.

Jake rolled his eyes and backed away slightly, snickering at the sight of you crying like a lost child in the park. He gave you a look you never expected to get from him; you always thought you were an exception because he loves you, but you were completely mistaken.

...love...has he ever told you, "I love you"?

And it made you think that in all your time together, he hasn't said those words yet. It was all you, and he'll just hum back. Is that why he never seemed to care how you felt when he was doing his job? If that's the case, what are you to him? Just a woman to sleep with after he's finished murdering people?

Are you even his girlfriend or are you a woman he only use for pleasure?

But you refuse to believe that. You know there's something in him that cares even a little bit about you because you'd be long gone by now if there wasn't.

As you pursed your lips tightly together to muster the courage to speak up, your nails dug into your clothed flesh. Your brows knit, allowing your eyes to cry in front of the man who looks disgusted by you. "Now what? A-Are you going to kill me now?" you asked, struggling to keep eye contact with him when he suddenly came to a halt at your question.

Jake narrowed his eyes and cocked his head, surprised that you were bold enough to ask the question. "I should," He took a step towards you, scrutinizing your reactions to his blunt confessions. You wanted to move away, but you couldn't decide whether it was due to the cold breeze of the storm or fear of Jake.

Jake slowly raised your chin to face him with his curled index finger once you were both in close proximity. You harshly chewed the inside of your quivering lips in sorrow, closing your eyes and letting the tears fall down your flushed cheeks. Was he about to kill you now? Maybe he should, because what you did was way beyond Jake's tolerance.

"Pero el problema es que no quiero..."

Another hand softly brushed against the side of your face, rough thumbs caressing your tears away as you continued to refuse to open your eyes. 

Jake exhaled sharply, letting his lids drop halfway before tightly gripping your chin with his two fingers. "We both don't want that, do we?" He drawled, his nails sinking into your chin as he grew irritated that you weren't opening your eyes. You slightly gasped and forced your eyes open, only to see Jake smirking back at you. "Do you?" His large hands cupped your head, lifting his chin and moving your head with it.

Your lips curled into a frown, your eyes welling up again as you shook your head slowly. "Buen," he huffed, proud of the fact that he still had you tangled around his fingers. His predatory eyes landed on your slightly puffed lips, "Now make it up to me," he lowly demanded before leaning in and hungrily trapping your lips between his.

Although you were beginning to drown in the way he moved so delicately, something inside you demanded an answer from him. But you were afraid that if you asked now, you'd wake up the now-calming beast inside him.

So, as much as you despise the fact that he's just using you again, you'll have to play with it until you get the right opportunity. And perhaps that chance will come after he fucks you mercilessly here on the cold, wet floor.

Jake's hands instantly dropped to your waist, drawing you inexorably closer to him as his teeth sunk brutally into your swollen ones, and you were certain it had already bled. "Jake..." you whimpered, hurt by his rough actions, but he ignored you and drew you in for a deeper, more sensual kiss. 

Your hands found his hair and carefully tugged at it, not wanting to aggravate him any further. Many people will say it's stupid if this is all he wants from you, but you're willing to stay because you're too deeply in love with him to leave him now. Jake groaned in your mouth as he ran his tongue seductively across your lips to taste the blood he had caused, his hands swiftly unzipping your jeans before abruptly turning you around and pressing himself harder against your back.

Feeling him already hard behind you caused you to close your eyes, your hands still reaching for him, before you audibly gasped as he roughly bit your neck. You hissed, hurt by the lingering sensation of his mouth on your bruised neck before sensually licking your slightly exposed collar bone. "Defy me again and see what happens, hm?" he threatened, now slipping his hands into your already soaked panties and causing you to moan loudly. You clenched your thighs around his large hands, which brushed against your wet and sensitive folds. Jake's other hand grabbed your stomach and harshly pressed you against him, preventing you from arching your back in pleasure.

"Fuck, you're already wet for me, huh? What a slut you are..." He smirked in your ears, his authoritative baritone voice adding to the arousal that's quickly clouding your mind. When you felt him easily slip his fingers inside, you threw back your head, not noticing that you were starting to rock your hips to chase your high with only his hands. Jake saw your desperation and clicked his tongue in annoyance before firmly grasping your waist and forcing you to remain still. "Oh Jake," you mewled, frantically grabbing him behind you to keep yourself from collapsing as he began to finger-fuck you.

"My, my, is this what you want? Is that why you can't obey a single order of not following me? Are you afraid that no one will ever be able to let you feel this way again? Such a fucking whore," He growled as he busied himself with every exposed skin he could suck on, unconcerned about leaving a permanent bruise. You squirmed as the familiar furious heat built up on your lower belly, pressing harder on Jake, causing him to grunt behind you.

You couldn't properly respond to his words because the only thing coming out of your mouth right now is you yelling his name lewdly and making noises that he enjoys hearing. You were now deep in ecstasy, your senses beginning to shut down, and the only thing you could focus on was the unfathomable, knees buckling pleasure Jake was giving you.

You couldn't help but arch your back and shut your eyes tight as Jake began to relentlessly buck his hips, unable to hold himself back any longer. Even though he was still wearing his jeans, his hardness was palpable, so hard that you began to suspect it was painful.

Despite the fact that you were both soaked in the rain earlier and that it is now freezing cold, you found warmth in each other's bodies. You tried muffling your sounds when Jake's hands darted to your throat, slowly starting to tighten his grip, but incredibly failed. With the rocking of his hips, his mouth and hand still exploring your abused neck, his fingers running over the bundle of nerves that had your thighs tighten around them, and Jake's dirty talks, you were getting closer to your obvious violent release than ever before.

"Do you want to come? Huh? Is that what you want?" he asked mockingly as you writhed in front of him. You nodded frantically, your mouth wide open and your face contorted in pleasure. Jake chuckled against your ear, sighing in exasperation before tightening his grip on your throat, causing your breath to hitch.

"Use your goddamn words, lady," he grumbled, his grip tightening. You briefly closed your eyes, feeling your chest contract due to a lack of oxygen. "Y-yes, please!" you pleaded desperately, but your words were barely audible as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, sensing you were too close to the edge.

Your nails, which were tightly wrapped around Jake's working hands, sunk deeper until you realized they would most likely leave marks until tomorrow, if not longer, causing Jake to hiss at the sensation.

With his fingers expertly slipping in and out of you, it wasn't long before your knees gave out and the house was filled with Jake's name. You closed your eyes tightly, attempting to block out the violent stars that continued to obscure your vision as you panted heavily. Knowing it would take some time to come down from the high Jake had put you on, you leaned back and rested your head on his shoulder.

It's always like this; whenever you reach your climax, you'll always struggle to come down. After all, it was Jake who made you like this.

But he's only just getting started.

Jake slowly let go of your neck and held your waist firmly, his other hand now slipping out of your underwear, making you shudder in response. "I love it when you wet my hands," he whispered in your ear, but your senses are still jumbled, making it difficult to understand him clearly. It wasn't until you opened your eyes that you noticed Jake languidly sucking on his fingers, his eyes closed as if he was tasting the most luscious thing he'd ever put his tongue on. It made you whine as you continued to watch him, and hearing him hum in satisfaction only heated you up more.

You bit your bloodied lip as the tip of his fingers popped out of his mouth, glistening his rosy lips as he looked back at you with piercing eyes. "Strip and lay on the ground," he ordered, and you nodded and took off all of your clothes while bending your knees and carefully turning yourself to sit on the ground. You knew where this was going, so you moved quickly to avoid making Jake wait any longer. You heard him chuckle at you before stepping back to watch you completely, now taking off all of his drenched clothes.

You quietly gasped as you felt the cold hard floor on your palms and shaking knees, but you couldn't complain because Jake wanted to do it here. Finally settling into the position he preferred, you angled your hips upward, allowing him to see your entire arched back and how your hair was ready to be tugged at. You knew you'd be sore after this because you were on the ground and seemed to have no mercy from Jake, but you still wanted it.

"What are you doing? I mean lay on your back," he clarified as he knelt behind you. You raised your head in perplexity before looking over your shoulder at him, and he gave you a 'So? What are you waiting for?' expression.

"D-don't you want to do it like this? We always do it like this," you asked softly, your brows meeting. Jake was the guy who always did it on all fours; you've never done it while he's laying on top of you; he claims he just enjoys looking at your back while you writhe beneath him. You sat up slowly, palms still on the ground, waiting for Jake. "The floor is cold, you're going to hurt your knees, and it's not soft enough to plant your face onto, I'll end up hurting you more than I already did," he muttered, looking at your hand, which had nail marks and some smudged blood.

You quickly covered it and tried to reassure him, but he simply shuts you up with a rough and hungry kiss while his hands latch on your waist, swiftly turning you around and spreading your legs with his hand so he can settle between them. Jake Lockley, as impatient as he always is, it surprised you that he's still caring about your well-being...well, sort of.

You gasped as you felt the cold floor touch your ass and back, and Jake used this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside you, making you whimper at feeling him being so desperate to taste you.....wait, Jake, desperate? No, you're just imagining things...or are you? You shook your thoughts away before wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the already abysmal kiss. Jake groaned in your mouth as your fingers got carried away and tugged harshly on his hair, but it wasn't the type to tell you to stop, it was the type to tell you to do it again.

And you tried it again, scratching at his scalp and grabbing a handful of his hair before clenching your fists, eliciting another groan with your name from him and him tightening his grip on your upper arm while his other hand pulled on your ass, pulling you closer to him.

Jake finally let go, allowing air to pass through your aching airway. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, and you were dizzy from almost suffocating from Jake's kiss. He lowered his head and took hold of his throbbing cock before aligning it in your dripping entrance. He looked at you to see if you were ready and smirked when he saw you biting your lower lip in anticipation. "You've been waiting for this, hm?" he teased before rubbing only the tip of his dick on your clit. "Jake," you gasped, tightening your grip on his neck.

"First, tell me you won't do it again," he demanded in a breathy tone that made you want to rock your hips. He was probably referring to your earlier mistake, "Yes, I won't do it again, I promise," you whined, clenching your throbbing cunt to feel some friction but it wasn't enough. "You'd better do it, mi reina, or I'll leave you hanging like this, and you know I always keep my word," he threatened before biting your upper arm, which he was still firmly holding. You nodded frantically, not intending to disobey him for the second time.

Jake looked at you, a worry flashing through his eyes as he scrutinized your face, at how you looked incredibly wrecked beneath him. But as his worries faded, they were replaced by carnal desire, which he only feels when he's with you. Jake kissed the bite mark gently before mercilessly slamming his hips into you, causing you to scream lewdly in response. Jake didn't stop thrusting his hips until he reached a rhythm that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head, despite the fact that you knew you needed a second to adjust.

You felt another violent orgasm quickly build up inside you, much larger than before, and you knew this was gonna the reason your legs would be completely useless the next day. You arched your back painfully against Jake's heaving and sweaty chest, drawing him close with your arm as he dropped his head on your neck, grunting with every thrust he made as well as the constant biting of your flesh.

If someone were to enter your home, they'd probably be traumatized for life.

Jake's skin pounding against yours, his breathless groans, and the wet squelch of both your bodies added to the raging heat that built up on your lower belly. And it appears that Jake's relentless thrusts weren't enough, because he made certain that he hit all the spots that had you moaning loudly, a moaning mess that he enjoys turning you into.

Jake's mouth was agape, and the fact that he was closing his eyes because he felt so good inside of you only added to his charismatic appearance. He looked like a fucking God, everything he did was flawless, and even him just wearing his hat made you fucking feral. Aside from numbing your lower half, he made a point of marking every skin he could reach. He loved putting marks on you, especially when he made sure everyone knew you were his because someone shamelessly hit on you in front of him.

You closed your eyes, white spots appearing all over your vision as your skin tingled. Every nerve, bone, and muscle in your body shook as the surge of white hot liquid violently exited you. "Jake, oh my God!" You moaned loudly, causing it to linger in Jake's ear as he huffed out an exasperated groan. Jake glared at you before grabbing your face and turning you to face him, perspiration running down his skin.

"I am your God,"

It was strange, but the way he said those few words in your face made you clench more around him. His deep, dark eyes locked on you as his grip on your jaw tightened, watching how you reacted to his audacious statement. Jake may never admit it, but your reaction to his every move drives him insane; perhaps that's why he's always so fucking desperate to be inside of you.

Jake smacked his lips against yours once more when he noticed the blood dripping down. "Jake," you winced, attempting to retract your lips, but he refused to budge. "Me estas volviendo loca de mierda." He growled, smirking against your lips before lowering his head back on your neck, now unable to do anything else as he rapidly approaches his own orgasm. When you noticed his thrusts stuttering, his hand on your face darted to the floor beside your head, needing it to steady himself.

You stupidly smiled to yourself as you saw him trying to keep the sounds from coming out of his mouth, so you reached down and began sucking on the heated flesh of his neck, searching for the spot that will cause his hips to stutter even more. Jake gasped once your lips attached to the spot beneath his ear, leaning closer to you as he practically used every energy he had not to moan.....but since you wouldn't stop until you'll hear every sweet noise he can produce, you continued sucking on the already bruised skin.

"Ah—fuck."

Finally, it was the thing you needed to hear. Jake lowered his head to the ground and continued to moan softly in your ear. You tried to find another spot but were completely taken aback when Jake hit a spot that you didn't even know was there before releasing his load inside of you. Your head jerked back, causing a loud thump to echo along with your and Jake's panting breaths. Without a doubt, feeling Jake release inside you was one of the best feelings you could ever have.

Jake gently placed his hands on your thigh and repositioned himself so that his weight was not entirely on top of you. Him moving while still inside you caused you to close your eyes and softly bite on your swollen lip. You tried to steady your breath and calm your racing heartbeat while Jake stayed there, entranced by you despite the fact that you were a complete mess on the ground.

You refused to open your eyes after heaving a sharp breath and placed your sweaty palms on your face, preventing Jake from seeing you. He chuckled, probably thinking you were embarrassed to be in his presence again, but his playful grin faded when you began sobbing quietly.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter?" he asked, taking your hands away from your face, his brows knitting in confusion. You tried chewing on your lower lip to muffle your sobs as you slowly opened your eyes to see Jake. "What am I to you, Jake?" your voice broke, tears streaming down your temples once more. You wanted to know if you were his girlfriend for real and not just labeling yourself as such. You wanted to know if he truly desired you.

If he....loves you.

Jake closed his eyes briefly in annoyance, but not at you, but to himself. His jaw twitched, followed by a sharp sigh and a wiping of your hair away from your face. You whimpered at his simple touch, which was simple yet profound. "Stop crying, don't waste your tears," he said, his face blank as he checked your eyes for tears. You just stared at him, frowning, waiting for his response.

When he just stared at you, it felt like your heart had been stabbed a thousand times. Your heartache was becoming unbearable, so you turned away from him, staring outside the window, at the fading rain and not at him.

Jake cursed under his breath and stopped you from turning away even further; he turned to face you again, but your eyes weren't as close as his. "Look at me," he said quietly, but instead of obeying, you completely ignored him. "I said look at me," Jake said again, harder this time, but you didn't seem to hear him. All you could hear was your heart thumping loudly and your chest shrinking, causing tears to well up in your eyes once more.

Jake grumbled in defeat when he realized you weren't going to do as he said when he refused to answer your question. "You're..." He began, still looking at you, hoping that your lovely eyes would soon meet his gaze once more.

"You are something I am not deserving of." 

Even though he said it quietly, you heard him loud and clear, causing your eyes to flicker at his, which are now surprisingly soft. Jake did not resemble Khonshu's cold-blooded avatar; instead, you saw Jake as you see him, as you perceive him to be; a man capable of loving despite his nature.

"I wasn't mad at you because you kept me from finishing the mission, fuck that mission, I was enraged by how you got yourself hurt and how now those bastards know who you are, because..." He paused, struggling to finish, because he was never one to express his feelings. "Because you're my weakness....my strength, and especially... my love, I could never forgive myself if you suffered as a result of my actions, my life, and how I live it."

You were just watching and listening as he poured his heart out in front of you, unaware that you were crying again. Jake caressed your cheek, revealing a softer side of himself that he never shows to anyone. "You know I tried to get away from you, tried to show you who I was so you'd leave me," Jake cleared his throat, trying not to get too emotional.

You ended up holding his hands against your face as you began to smile at his words, feeling your chest relax and your heartbeat slow. "But since you're a stubborn lady..." You both chuckled, reassuring him that you were genuinely listening to him. "You're still here. Still here at our house, and beneath me, which is why I don't deserve you, not even a little bit." Jake finally let go of the tears he was holding back, gently leaning down to place his forehead on top of yours.

"Fuck you're making me cry," he laughed, hoping to change the mood before he bursts into tears on your chest. You laughed as you kissed him on the cheek, "It's okay, it's just me here," you assured lovingly.

Jake took your hand and gently placed a kiss on your palm. "Thank you, for your unconditional love and I'm truly sorry for everything....I'm not sure what you see in me, but I'll change to be like those perfect men," he vowed, cringing slightly at the last words because he finds it cheesy how society labels stereotypically, but he meant it. You smiled sweetly at him before shaking your head. "You don't need to change anything, mi soldado amoroso, I love you for who you are." You brushed his disheveled locks away from his face before arching your brows at him.

"Besides, your own things are what drew me to you in the first place, Jake. No one can ever be like you, and I prefer it that way." You confessed before pulling him in for a soft and slow kiss, ignoring the pain in your lips. You felt a tear fall down your cheek, but it wasn't yours; it was Jake's, who sighed in relief. He drew away to see you again, his nose red, and he looked adorable.

This caused heat to build up inside your chest, your heart fluttering uncontrollably at how quickly you made amends with Jake. Sure, there are still things you need to talk to him about, but that doesn't matter right now because you're too engrossed in the happiness you and Jake are currently experiencing, and this was a first.

Jake's playful smile faded. "I'm not saying this to entice you to stay, don't take it that way..." He explained quietly, fearful that you're only staying because he cried in front of you, which caused your eyes to widen. You shook your head frantically and told him that you were staying because you love him and that you weren't leaving in the first place. If you do decide to leave, you will only do so if Jake orders you to.

Jake nodded, as if the heavy burden in his chest had finally lifted. Because if you did leave, he wouldn't know what to do. He was the one who initiated the conversation in the first place. It drove him insane when he first saw you at a bar he frequents, but at the time he didn't want anyone to get involved in his life, but whenever he takes his eyes off you, or leaves you, it drives him insane even more.

To be honest, Jake's sudden change in demeanor, especially after sex, is quite overwhelming, but you wouldn't have it any other way. He's Jake Lockley, after all, always full of surprises.

You were about to start a conversation about the mission he failed earlier, wanting to talk about it again, but Jake cut you off when he finally said the words that echoed inside your head and you were certain you'd remember it forever.

"Te amo mucho, mi amor."

[jake-g-lockley]

Okay, but like imagine....clubbing/dancing with jake Lockley in a place where there is both desi and Latin American music playing. You teach each other the popular moves from your region, and Jake near suffers a stroke when nagada nagada starts playing, and you literally scream and pull out your best bhangra moves.

Please tell me if you would like to write on this because I already have made an entire Spotify playlist of the desi portion of the dance mix.

I AM HYPERVENTILATINGGG HELP

Also, Akka, I love you.

Dilliwaali Wifey (Jake Lockley x desi!reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

A/N: for my beautiful friend @pakhiya who has patiently waited months for me to write this :") ilysm and I hope you like this. It was challenging but so fun to write this!!

Warnings: Jake's filthy mouth ™️ (I had to, I love it), alcohol (drink safely yall)

Word count: 2.8 k

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“¡Amor! I told you not to pre-drink before we leave!” Jake gasped, snatching the tequila bottle away from your grasp.

“Baby, just one shot pleaseee…” you plead, throwing your arms around his midriff as he lifts the bottle away from you.

You knew that your husband was doing this for your own good and you loved him very much for doing so but you really liked tequila. On a daily basis, you are relatively shy and soft-spoken and reserved but when the alcohol hits your system, you have no shame and go absolutely nuts.

You and Jake loved to dance, it was one of your favorite past times together and the both of you would often collapse into each other's arms from exhaustion from the amount of dancing that you did. You would dance with him while the both of you cooked and cleaned and especially when a silly song comes on the radio or TV.

During your wedding, your parents had warned you not to bust a move in the heavy lehenga in front of your conservative relatives, but you couldn’t resist it. Not dancing at an Indian wedding? Absolutely atrocious idea. Not being able to dance at the celebration of your life? Even worse. You remember pulling Jake up with you to the dance stage and dancing till your legs gave way.

During your wedding, your parents had warned you not to bust a move in the heavy lehenga in front of your conservative relatives, but you couldn’t resist it. Not dancing at an Indian wedding? Absolutely atrocious idea. Not being able to dance at the celebration of your life? Even worse. You remember pulling Jake up with you to the dance stage and dancing till your legs gave way.

Recently, the both of you started to teach each other your favorite dance moves, just at random intervals of the day, which according to your neighbors was number two on the list of reasons why they filed a noise complaint.

“Jaan, I promise I will not make a fool of myself.” You say reaching up to get the bottle.

“Cariño, you’re my fool and I love seeing you make a fool of yourself but sometimes you get a little out of control, you know?” Jake grimaces slightly, stretching his arm higher to get out of your reach.

To say your husband gets slightly jealous is an understatement. Your mind flashes back to the time when you stood up on the bar table and started dancing for everyone, earning wolf whistles and absurd shouts that your drunk state couldn’t comprehend.

Jake had dragged you off the table and slung you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, carrying you away, shouting at the onlookers. Let's just say that you and husband are now no longer welcomed in that establishment.

“Fine, one shot, that's all, then you’re going slow on the drinks there alright?”

Now, what Jake should have done is poured out the shot for you and hid the bottle from your stupid ass. But instead, he hands you the bottle and walks into the bathroom to change. You grin at your chance and decide it was time to mess around with your husband. You pour a shot, lick the salt, down it and suck on the lime. When Jake didn’t appear, you cautiously poured another shot and repeated the steps again, eyeing the door. You sucked on the lime as you placed the bottle back and washed the shot glass.

“Ready to go?” You felt Jake’s lips on the base of your neck as he turned you around to face him. You stare at him, lime still in your mouth and he leans in and grabs the lime with his teeth, dropping it in the trash can beside you. You raise an eyebrow and you find your lips curling into a smirk.

Mhmm, what else does that mouth do, huh?

“Stop, or else date night is going to take a very different turn, amor.” Jake mirrored your smirk, putting on his newsboy cap and you rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and your heels.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Jake watches as you open the window of the cab and let your fingers be grazed by the wind, your legs draped over his thighs. You weren’t afraid to let the wind catch your hair, blowing your curls around your face as you blissfully smell the London air. Your lips twisted in an enchanted smile as you tipped your head back.

Jake can’t help but admire you, his wife, his everything. Your love had arrived unannounced to him, like an uninvited guest to his troubled heart. He was glad you decided to stay, to shower him with all you had and he feared that his place would get taken by someone else, someone more worthy than he ever would be.

But that fear drove him to love you more, to cherish every moment you ever had with him with more fervor. With that, he would do anything and everything for you, knowing that you revolved around his little chaotic world.

By the time you and Jake had arrived at the club, you could feel the alcohol numbing your senses. Jake had yet to notice the sudden change as he led you through the doors that open up to a dance floor. You stared in awe at the size of the floor before you and turned to grin at Jake who was already looking at you with a smile on his face.

Jake pulled you towards the bar and ordered as you watched people dance. The atmosphere was exhilarating and you could feel your body wanting to move with the music as its bass courses through you. You close your eyes and let the music envelope you, swaying slightly with its rhythm, your brain voiding all the sounds of people around you.

~ Becky G - Mayores~

“Can I have this dance, senorita?” Jake’s voice cuts through your bliss and he is in front of you, offering his hand.

You raised your hand, flashing the ring that Jake had slipped onto your finger a few years ago.

“Taken unfortunately,” you frowned, playfully.

“I wonder who the lucky bastard is. Nevertheless, I bet I could do better. Care to let me try?” Jake’s lips quirked into a smile, and you feigned hesitation slightly before taking his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor.

Once you both were at the center, Jake spins you around and you twirl away from him but he catches your hand before you could get too far away. He pulls you towards him and you spin into his chest. Jake smirked as you kicked your leg up and let your back dip back with his supporting arm. You snap back up and search Jake’s eyes and all you see is mischief.

“Oh I can assure you that you’ll find what you’re looking for if you stare a little longer, princessa.” he leaned in and whispered, leaving tingles on your ear.

Before you could retort, he repeats the spin when you grab his opposite hand, twirling you away from him. Pulling you close again, Jake hooks his right arm under your back and left arm, picking you up and swirling you around, a move that the both of you perfected after watching a movie. A crowd starts building around you and Jake and cheers erupt around the dance floor with the move that Jake and you just pulled.

Loca

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Loca

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

“You are slightly insufferable, mystery man.” you huffed, trying to catch your breath after that move.

“Do you not like the way that I talk, dance, or hold you, hermosa? I bet your man couldn’t give you the same.” Jake steadied the both of you and grips your hips, dragging you flush against him.

“I - baby!” you squeal as he cuts you off by rapidly twirling you around. “I love it. That's why I’m saying that this would not work out.” you breathed once he steadied you once more.

Jake turns you around and you grind into him as he guides your hips to the rhythm of the music with his body, his arms and your arms crossed in front of you. As the music starts to dip to its end, you turn and Jake dips you down again, running his hand up your thigh and pulling you back.

Suddenly, you were interrupted by a sharp ring and Jake groaned, slipping his hand into his pocket to pull out his phone, glaring at it.

That was one thing about dancing with Jake, you’d almost forget that he is THE Moon Knight. You dreaded the sound of his phone, always knowing that your husband would be off to somewhere, doing something entirely dangerous. He was looking at you now, brown doe eyes big and you forced a small smile.

“I gotta go take this, mi alma, give me five.” Jake said, giving you a kiss as you nod.

Adjusting was the only way you could keep up with Jake Lockley. He always promised that he’d be back, never said goodbye and so far, he has never failed to keep the promise. You try not to think about what would happen if he ever decided to break that promise but you trusted him enough to make things work.

You watch him walk quickly to the exit before making your way past a bunch of overeager dancers to the DJ’s booth where they were taking song requests.

“Hello there, desi girl!” exclaimed the DJ in an instant before you could say anything.

You squinted and leaned closer to the DJ trying to observe his features.

“Oh wow you’re desi too!” you shouted over the loud music with a huge grin on your face.

“Yes ma’am, born and raised! The name is Jay. My boyfriend owns this club! How could I help you tonight?”

Quickly, you had pushed your previous request aside and gave him a list of songs that you wanted to surprise Jake with. The DJ listed every single one of the songs down, grinning from ear to ear.

“Amazing taste! Here with anyone special today?”

“Yea! My husband. I wanted to surprise him.” you said excitedly, smiling happily at the new friend you just made.

“Well, nice meeting you, hope you enjoy your night! Your tunes will be played shortly.” Jay shouts, sending a friendly wink your way.

Your heart is warm as you make your way to the bar, glancing around for any sign of your vigilante husband. When the coast was clear, you pulled a tiny wad of cash out of your bra and signal for the bartender.

“Tequila! Sat!” you giggle at the Good Doctor reference you made and waited for your shot.

After three shots of your favorite poison, you heard the blaring of the first song on your list. You smile as a group of nearby girls squeal and run to the dancefloor. One of the girls noticed you and dragged you by the arm into their gaggle.

~Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani - Dilliwaali Girlfriend~

You sang at the top of your lungs as you and the other girls acted out the famous scene from Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani.

Tere liye hi to signal tod taad ke

Aaya dilli wali girlfriend chhod chhaad ke

Ho tere liye hi to signal tod taad ke

Aaya dilli wali girlfriend chhod chhaad ke

Clearly the girls around you knew the choreography too as all of you matched your dance moves to the lyrics of the song. As the song speeds up, you swung your hips harder and shimmied your chest to the beat. There were claps and hoots from everyone around you and your dance group grew larger by the second.

You found yourself laughing and dancing with one of the girls as your arms fly around rhythmically. Your eyes suddenly caught a man staring at you from across the dancefloor and you knew you were in trouble when you saw the smirk curled onto his lips.

Jake watched with dark eyes and a knowing smile as you danced theatrically to your favorite song in the middle of the dance floor. He knew that you had been sneaking drinks with the way your arms and legs moved in sync. The man could read body language like it was an open book and the way your face lit up was a telltale sign that you had been drinking a little more than you should have.

Fortunately for you, Jake had a major weakness, and when you used it against him, it rendered him completely useless. You lowered your head and looked at him through your lashes, winking before throwing your head back in a laugh. It's a move that definitely got him to his knees and friendly anger surged through him as he shook his head.

The song changed and you beckoned Jake towards you with your index finger. You gulped as your husband walked towards you like a predator that was threatening to pounce. For a man who never fails to buy you flowers every Sunday, he sure looked scary.

~Jalebi Baby - Tesher~

He surprised you slightly by kissing your forehead and smiling at you. You looked up at him questioningly and he just shrugged.

“What? I married a stubborn woman. Ain’t nothing I can do about that, because I love that about you.” he said, cupping your face and sliding a hand onto your waist.

“Besides, I just want you to be safe, amor. I also know how to solve this issue, you know, for at least nine months and a little more.” he said smirking.

“Nine months? That's weirdly specif-'' you thought as Jake led you closer to the center of the dancefloor.

oh-

That son of a bitch.

Everybody tryna figure out your recipe

I'm just tryna get a piece, baby

I know that you wanna get crazy, crazy

Shawty, take it slow then cheti, cheti

Ban ja tu meri, Jalebi Baby (Ayy)

Grabbing your hips, your brain swam and you swooned as Jake pulled you closer to him till your back was flush against his chest. He slotted his face in your neck and you brought your hand up to run it through his curls and pulled his cap off, putting it on your head instead as Jake busied himself with moving the both of you to the rhythm of the music.

Jake spun you around and you gasped, placing your hand onto the cap to keep it from flying away. He pulls you close and bumps your shoulder as you nod understanding his little motion. The both of you burst into your best bhangra moves, something you had taught him when the both of you first heard this song.

I know the things, the things that you like

Your arms are out and above your head, thumbs and index fingers pressed together as you and Jake hop to the beat of the music, the classic dhamaal move, switching to the simple tap step, bedi and coming back to the dhamaal as the music drops.

Jake grabs your hand again as the second verse starts mouthing the words as you laugh and dance freestyle with him, and at that moment, it was just you, him and the music. The rest of the club had disappeared around you and all you could see was the stars in your husband's eyes and feel his energy emitting through your soul.

I know the things, the things that you like

You smile at Jake as he lifts you up and kisses you, and you know then that you’d give anything to feel this feeling over and over again.

Translations:

Amor: Love (Spanish)

Jaan: Sweetheart (Hindi)

Cariño: Sweetheart (Spanish)

Senorita: Miss (Spanish)

Princessa: Princess (Spanish)

Mi alma: My soul (Spanish)

Bhangra: Bhangra is a type of traditional folk dance of Punjab, originating in the Sialkot area of Punjab, Pakistan. It is done in the season of harvesting. According to Manuel, bhangra is especially associated with the vernal Vaisakhi festival

Dhamaal: Bhangra move where you hop from one foot to the other with your arms above and in front of you

Bedi: Bhangra move where you skip from one foot to the other while your arms move in a circular movement from beside you to in front of you (horizontally)

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