Omg Can I Request A Jacob Scipio Imagine Where Him And Reader Kinda Get Into An Argument Because Of The

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i love him but shoes on the bed is LUDICROUS

f/o imagine for people with rude ass f/o's

imagine your son of a bitch f/o barged into your room and took up all the space on your bed because you're not using it right now, imagine they didn't take off their fucking shoes or maybe they did because they do have a lick of respect but imagine they didn't take off their fucking shoes and proceeded to sleep so soundly and shamelessly afterwards. now imagine smacking them (not too hard dont actually hurt them) for that disgraceful display of ignorance and then joining them on the bed anyways.

your f/o is wonderful arent they. they're the best.

no because i watched the third film ans was ike damn he fiiiiineee and no one said nun… LOOK AT HIM

People are now just realising how fine Jacob Scipio is after seeing him in Bad Boys 4.

Did no one see him in Bad Boys 3 or Expendables 4?

The man is fine as hell

"You wouldn't let Remmick in, would you?"

Me, animorphing into this mf the moment Remmick start talking:

teehee

talking to my mutuals? no thanks i'll just boop them until they hate me

“Stay. Please?”

Andrew!Peter x Reader

Peter and Y/n are best friends, but both of them want to be a little more than that.

Authors note: I love this man.

The moon sat still in the sky, glowing a silvery white casting shadows upon the city. Despite the time, cars and trucks raced along the roads, the noise never ending. But you didn’t mind, in fact you were kind if used to it. You lay still in your bed, the darkness surrounding you. You waited patiently. For what, you don’t know.

Time seemed to move slower than usual, you checked the time on your phone it read : 1:34AM, sadly only two minutes had passed since you last checked. you sighed loudly and sat up in your bed. you got out and hopped into your bunny slippers that Peter bought you for your birthday three years ago. You had thought they were stupid at first, but now they were one of your most prized possessions. You opened your door with much difficulty, seeing as your hand had been swallowed by the sleeve of one of Peter’s hoodies that he had given you when you were cold one night, plus your bedroom door was already a pain in the ass to open.

You walked toward your kitchen and went straight to the pantry. you grabbed two croissants and the Nutella, carrying a knife in your mouth. You cut the croissants in half horizontally and dipped the knife in the Nutella. you spread the nutella on the croissants and put them back together. You walked back to your room, croissants, a spoonful of Nutella and a glass of water in hand. You placed them down and sat on the edge of you bed, and as you did that, there was soft knocking at your window.

You checked the clock on the wall to see that the time was only 1:40AM. You froze in your tracks, turning slowly as your parents and sister were asleep in their rooms so you had to be as quiet as possible. You tiptoed to the window, unlocking it as quietly as possible after looking and seeing peter’s stupid grin.

“Peter!? What are you doing here? It’s the middle of the freaking night, your 14 storeys up and you could fall!'' you whisper-yelled. “Well i- i would have tried your front door, but i figured it’d be a bit awkward since its late. so i- well now i'm here. And~ I bought snacks. ” he spoke. his teeth were chattering and he couldn’t seem to stand still. “Well you best come in then, Parker.'' you sighed, letting him in and closing the window as quietly as possible. He stumbled to the other side of your bedroom.

“So why are you here then?” you asked, moving back to your bed. “I don't mean it in a rude way, it’s just usually when you come over it’s because something happened, you’re here for Gwen or you need patching up.” you explained, beginning to eat one of your croissants. he sat on your spinning desk chair, watching you eat your food. He grabbed the spoon of Nutella and began eating it happily. “I just- I was in the neighbourhood, you know and i uh, i guess i wanted to swing by.” he said hurriedly, inhaling sharply. “You got hurt again, didn’t you.”

“yeah.”

“lemme see it.” you sighed, he smiled sheepishly, holding his side in pain, this boy.

He took off his jacket , sucking in a breath. He lifted up his shirt, revealing a large bleeding gash on his waist. “Gods sake Peter.”

You quickly grabbed a first aid kit from the bathroom and began fixing him up on the desk chair beside your bed. You poured rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball and began disinfecting the cut. He made little noises as the alcohol got into his cut. “Ah! Be gentle Y/n.” He whined, frowning at you when you looked up at him in frustration.

“What even happened this time?”

He gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his chest in ‘shock’. “Does the y/n- who hates everyone on this dear planet- care about little old me?” he pouted, bringing his face toward you. You pushed him back and gestured your eyes back down to the bleeding wound.

“Just the usual, you know. Mutant lizards and burning cars. No biggie.” he shrugged, placing a gummy worm into his mouth.

“No biggie!? You could’ve died, Parker. I know you have ‘super spider healing’ or whatever, but you are not invincible!” You almost yelled at him. He just muttered a quiet “I know.” and let you continue your rant.

“You’re Peter Parker, My Peter. Stop throwing yourself into the belly of the beast like you’re going to come out unscathed every time, coz you’re not! One day if you’re not careful you’re going to get seriously hurt, or worse! So please for the love of God.. Stop acting like no one loves you because i do! I Love You peter Parker, you and your stupid glasses and your stupid face and that goofy little smile you do when i’m mad at you.” You huffed at the end. You took two deep breaths and resumed cleaning his wound.

“You.. love me. Did I hear that right? ” he mumbled, grabbing your hands and making you look up at him. He looked so pretty. His hair was messy, yet still so soft and fluffy, his doe eyes stared at you intently with so many unclear emotions hiding behind them.

“Yes because you’re my best friend, now can I finish?” you asked, wriggling out of his grasp. He let you finish up, but it was already starting to heal.

“Just your best friend, huh?” he said, as he looked at your lips and then back up into your eyes. When you finally looked back up at him, he was blushing. He shuffled forward on the chair and leant in a little. You pulled back in realisation before he could get any closer.

“No. Peter, we’ve talked about this.” he put his hand on your cheek and pulled your face closer to his so that your lips were barely touching. “I can’t.” you whispered. A tear rolled down your cheek.

“I should- i should probably go.” his face was still centimetres from yours, your noses touching. You didn’t want him to leave, and he knew that.

“Peter don’t- Don’t go. Please.” You chewed on your bottom lip, looking up into his eyes.

“Y/n.”

“I- I don't- You know what, I'm just gonna say it. I think you’re great I- it’s just that you’re my best friend Pete.” you spoke quickly.

“I know.”

“And Gwen. She’s my sister. And, she really likes you, you know.”

“I know but-“

You cut him off. “No peter. There are no ‘buts’. You know how I feel about you, but there are things we can’t risk. We cannot do this to Gwen. So please Peter, don’t do this.” You stayed looking up at him. He swallowed hard and held eye contact.

“How can I not when you look up at me like you want me to hold you in my arms forever and never let you go? How can I not when your eyes are the only thing i want to look at for the rest of my life? How can I not when there’s nothing on this earth that makes me feel the way you do? Tell me Y/n. How?” He breathed against your lips.

“But she loves you.”

“Do you love me?” he asked, staring down into your eyes.

“I- I do. More than anything.”

“Then kiss me.”

His lips were soft and warm. They fit perfectly with yours, it was slow and so filled with passion. He tasted like gummy bears and chocolate. The kiss was so gentle and loving despite the slight clumsiness on your part, but in the moment all you could think of was how perfect it felt. His hand slowly settled on your waist, rubbing the smooth skin under your hoodie. He kissed your cheek and pushed you back on the bed, breaking the kiss.

“Peter.”

“Yeah?”

“Please don’t leave.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. “

I have a full length armando x reader fic in the works rn… please tell me someone is gonna wanna read it 😭

so real

When they’re stretching and their boxer band and happy trail become visible…

Relax | Dick Grayson Teaser

“I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?”

“God yes. Please.”

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, hints of choking, blowjobs, dirty talk, teasing.

I am way to scared to post the full story so we’ll see how well this lil snippet does… holy hell i haven’t written smut in a long time.

He took a sip of the Martini, looking Y/n in the eye. He felt it hurn his throat burn just a little as she watched him from behind her glass. “Taste good?” she asked, taking a step toward him. He hummed and nodded his head, taking another sip. “Tell me about your day.” She smiled, urging him to sit down. As he did so, she placed her hands firmly on his broad shoulders. “Shhhh Relax doll.” she whispered in his left ear.

“Well I uh, I did a bit of combat training with the kids and then sorted out some paperwork- ah.. fuck.” he practically moaned as Y/n pressed her thumbs between his shoulder blades. “You like that?” she whispered softly, rubbing his shoulders and back. “Fuck yess.” he groaned as she straightened out a particularly tight knot in Dick’s back. “Keep talking for me.” she said quietly.

“I- mmh- made myself some coffee before i got up here and then i hopped in the- ah- shower.” by now he was a mumbling mess, leaning his head back against her chest. She sat him back running her hands up and down his waist, her nails lightly scratching the skin.. “I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?” she half moaned in his ear, placing a soft kiss on his neck and then his shoulder. She moved to his lap gracefully, rolling her hips a little. “God yes. Please.”

i will lose