AO3 Link:Here 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 A/N: Questions, comments, concerns? Ask is open. (So is DM and AO3!) Want to be added to a list? Go ahead and ask (tell me forevers or certain ships please) or check out the sidebar of my blog (not mobile) to add yourself!
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.
Take a moment to imagine Noctis in an oversized sweater and
Bare feet and sleepy eyes and a bedhead, the ultimate lazy
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