this ship is forever my ship

Vigilante (J2 RPF)

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Written for: @kinktober2017​ , @thebunkerofletters​ inktober challenge day 16
Prompt(s) Filled(Kink|Ink): masks | superhero fantasy
Ship: J2
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: cop!jensen, vigilante!jared, bottom!jared, rimming, top!jensen, rough sex, fluff, smut
Summary: The local vigilante ends up having a very close connection with the police force.
Word Count: 1052
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Jared swore under his breath at the click of the pistol. He stopped, putting his hands up.

“Turn around slow,” a familiar voice called.

His shoulders sagged. “You gotta know I’m not the bad guy,” he said, praying his husband would t recognize his voice, muffled by the mask over his face.

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last episode in the anime made me think about todoroki’s past,,, this is the corniest thing ive  drawn in a while

  • Take a moment to imagine Noctis in an oversized sweater and leggings???
    • Bare feet and sleepy eyes and a bedhead, the ultimate lazy day attire
  • Now, imagine, Prompto coming by to hang out, and Noct not bothering to change cause they’re closer than best friends and he’s so comfortable that he doesn’t mind not looking his best
  • Imagine Prom turning beet red as soon as he laid eyes on Noct because ??? Who gave him a right to look that cute???
    • Be still his beating heart, he wasn’t ready
    • So many sneaky pictures will be taken, gotta capture this cute moment forever, it’s not like this happens often
  • Now, imagine Noct stretching when he yawns, sweater pulling up and showing off a sliver of his stomach
  • He looks so warm, and before Prom even realizes what he’s doing, he’s running his hands under that sweater, fingers fanning out over the others ribs, marveling at the warmth radiating from his skin
    • Noct doesn’t pull away, wouldn’t dream of it, he was used to the touches, the skin to skin contact that they both seemed to crave
  • Imagine Prompto realizing what’s happening and jerking his hands back with a blush, only to be pulled back down, hands returning to their rightful place against Noct’s ribs and his head against his chest, listening to his heart beating
  • Finally, imagine them staying like that for the rest of the day, feather light kisses shared between them, and soft words of praise and devotion
    • Only, probably, being interrupted by Iggy coming in to let them know about dinner 
  • Just, imagine them soft and warm, and most of all, happy

NanaMiki phone backgrounds 。.:*♡

requested by a lovely anon (≧◡≦)

now he’s so devoid of color
he don’t know what it means
and he’s blue


- So then you’re over that, right?  - Yup, long over.