#take me hoooooome

[wtfuckevenknows]

Sydney fireworks 🎆

[anonymolly]

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[yaoiankles]

spirk save me

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save me spirk

[gookywookie-blog]

Deadpool x Wolverine [short, fluff, maybe angst idk]

Logan steps onto the balcony of the apartment, leaning into the railing while lighting a cigar. He takes a deep breath of the smoke, absent-mindedly glancing around the empty alley below. It was an oddly quiet morning, one he has longed for for a while, but actually experiencing just made the day feel… empty. He rubs his temples. He'd been tortured by Wade's endless ramblings every single day that peace and quiet felt alien, uncomfortable almost. He grunts as he realizes that he might actually… miss Wade. The thought sent goosebumps all over his body. "Mouthy bastard…" He grumbles under his breath, as he whips out his phone - a gift he received from the blabby merc, a simple one with a keypad. He didn't think those still existed, but he liked it, he had no use for any of those smartphones anyway.

He opens his conversation history with Wade, re-reading all of the texts mister motormouth had sent him, which he rarely ever replied to. He reads the ones sent to him just this morning.

"Good morning peanut! I left early today to get us some groceries, gotta restock on all the essentials y'know?"

"Peanut I just found temperature changing lube! You wanna try that out?"

"Can't forget lil kitty's milk! lol"

He chuckles, puffs of smoke escaping his lips. Temperature-changing lube, huh? He pauses and scratches his chin. Somehow, it had just hit him that he was sharing a home with somebody, sharing texts with them, fooling around with them. He finally belonged somewhere. He had a house to call home. He had people waiting for him. Logan looks up at the sky and takes another deep breath of his cigar, putting it out on the railing. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he sees Wade skipping about, carrying a few grocery bags. "Honeeeeey, I'm hoooooome!" He exclaims. Logan shakes his head, "Shut up," and stifles a chuckle. He heads back into the apartment and heads downstairs to help Wade with the bags.

"How sweet of you to help me peanut! Can't believe the Wolverine is carrying bags for me~" Wade remarks. Logan grunts, "Yeah, it looked like they were too heavy for you, princess." Wade puts his hand up to his mouth, feigning a shocked expression. "Gasp! Did you just call me a princess? Am I a pretty princess?" Putting his hand together and lifting one of his legs, he poses for Logan. "No." Logan answers. Wade huffs and puts his hands on his hips. "That is no way to talk to a princess!" Logan rolls his eyes. "Just open the goddamned door before I kick it down." Logan commands as he stops in front of the door, bags in both hands. "Alright alright geez. You know I should be the one giving you commands, being your princess and all." Wade turns the knob and pushes the door open. Logan extends his arm in front of Wade, stopping him, and raises his brow. "MY princess?" Wade meets Logans gaze. "You said it, peanut," he says quietly. Logan sighs and shrugs.

They both enter the quaint apartment, Logan places the groceries onto the table and Wade follows to help arrange everything. They each take out items to put away, Logan starts with the alcohol, Wade picks out the food items and puts them in the fridge. Again, the same feeling from earlier on the balcony hit him. Who would have guessed he'd be arranging groceries with anyone in his entire lifetime? There seems to be a certain warmth bubbling up from inside him, and he hasn't even had a drop of beer. It feels odd to him, not uncomfortable, but it feels new. Maybe a month ago, he had all but given up on living. Now he's here, in the kitchen, listening to Wade yammer on while they put away food and toiletries. He grabs a bottle and opens it with his teeth, and takes a swig. "Wade," Logan steps right behind him. Before Wade could say anything, Logan grabs his waist as he turns and pulls him in for a kiss.

Wade's eyes go wide. I mean, they've done more than this before, WAY more than this, but he never expected something so… tender, out of Logan. Wade smiles and leans into the kiss, embracing Logan. It was different, as all they've been doing is rough each other up, but this was more than welcome. Logan lets go, holding Wade's gaze for a moment, soaking in the warm feeling welling up from inside him. He takes another swig of the beer, finishing it up, and gently pushes Wade aside. "Oh my god, peanut… That was so-" Logan raises his hand. "Not another word." Wade pauses, and smiles. He knows what that moment meant. It meant that Logan was finally starting to trust himself, that he was finally believing that he deserved to be here. Maybe that meant Wade would be able to do that, too.

With a peaceful silence, they continue their work. "Now, about that lube I told you earlier..." Wade says, a bit giddy. Logan groans. So much for peaceful silence I guess.

[cathers-world]

hey!

i wrote a thing for the sub!wilbur prompt you got but im too shy to post it myself so im sending it to you through asks

cw explicit sexual content, edging, denial, pet play

"Stop shaking your leg it's distracting me!" your co-worker Kate says from the other side of the desk.

"Sure," You hadn't even realized you were shaking it to begin with. It's been hard to focus on anything really. This whole week feels like a blur you barely remember, with the only thing clear being Wil. Your Wil.

You clockout for the day, 'thank fuck it's finally the weekend.' and drive home. Fingers tapping on the steering wheel, barely focusing on the road in front of you as you go back to daydreaming about your good pup.

"I'm hoooooome." You announce and take your shoes off waiting for the usual eager response, but nothing. "Baby?" You glance over at the shoe rack, there doesn't seem to be a pair missing so he is probably not out.

"Wil? Are you napping?" You whisper as you slowly push the door open. And smile at the sight. He is in a deep asleep, his messy curls all over his forehead as his chest slowly rose and fell in a peaceful rhythm. So gorgeous. So innocent.

'Jesus christ! ' You squeeze your thighs together a bit huffing at the fact that him looking cute is all it takes for your body to go crazy. He doesn't even have to do anything; it's frustrating sometimes. How can one be so effortlessly hot?

You remember the first time you met him. Your friend introduced you to each other and you couldn't stop but tell him how you think he is so beautiful instantly. It came out without your permission. Your brain needed the man in front of you to know he looks angelic no matter if you ever ended up with him or not.

And here he was years later, laid asleep on your bed, the most amazing thing to ever happen to you.

"Hey, pup," You whisper as you slowly crawl into his side. Rubbing his back and kissing his forehead, "I'm home, love." You watch as his breathing changes and his eyes open, "Your eyes are so fucking cute, baby." You mutter out the compliment, he smiles and drags you in for a sweet kiss.

"Hey, you. I missed you," He says caressing your face. "I missed you too pup...so fucking much..." His expression changes at the pet name, or rather the way you say it. He knows that tone of voice. He craves it more than anything. It's all he can think about and dream of in the past few years.

You can almost see him slipping into subspace by the way his eyes glaze over. Or how his mouth goes slightly agape, silently begging for your figers. He is so cute. You watch as he moves his legs ever oh so slightly, trying to hide his desperate need.

"I need to keep you edged out for longer puppy, you are such a good boy when you are all denied and desperate, love." You say with a little smirk on your lips. You reach your right hand to his face, and start playing with his bottom lip.

"You have the most perfect lips you know that Wil? It's like gods themselves carved them." You say staring at you thumb, tracing his plump bottom lip and the perfect arch of the top one. You hear him whimper, and you feel it on your thumb too.

"Please..." He pleads with his puppy eyes staring right at you. God he is so gorgeous. "Please what puppy? What do you want?" You say, it's been years and yet he hasn't learned that he needs to use his words...or mayhaps he likes you coaxing it out of him.

"I...fuck," He whines and hides his face in the crook of your neck. "Poor baby is too edged out to function?" You giggle out the words, it's amusing but also oh so arousing, you can practically feel your wetness on your underwear. You love seeing him so needy...so needy for Your touch. Your good boy.

"Yea, I am," He says with a chuckle. "I had to stop myself from humping the pillows this morning after you left, baby." He breaths the words against your skin, still holding onto your back for dear life, "I need you so bad, love. It hurts." He whines as he tries to get even closer to you somehow.

"Awwwww babyyyyy. I'm so proud of you for stopping yourself and being a good boy. You are such a perfect pup for me." You coo as you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull it, maybe a bit rougher than necessary just to get a reaction out of him. It works, he whines as he looks at you again, eyes locked with your, god you wish he knew how gorgeous he really was like this.

"What is it that you want, darling? Use your words my pretty boy." You say playing with his hair and slowly rubbing his back. He whines, trying to force the words out of himself as his shyness begs him to stop, "I want you to fuck me, love. Please. I need to feel you around me. I need you so bad. I need to rut into you because it's the only way for my body do calm down. Please, I'll do anything, my love." He rushes the words out before hiding his face in your neck again.

"Fucking hell, Wil." You say now fully yanking his hair back, "You are driving me insane, pup." You say as you carsh your mouth into his.

i uhhhh i can write the rest but didnt know if you were comfortable with full smut in your asks. if you are you can let me know and i can send you the other part.

-subbur anon

Write.the.rest.

Also I’m 100% ok with head cannons/one shots in my ask’s!!

[moonchildstyles]

Saw this https://pin.it/5xwJz9jcR https://pin.it/3N1OPQJ9H it's older h and pretty girl going on a date and the wine or cocktail she's drinking taste so sweet and good that she forgot it was alcoholic so she's had a few glasses, and she's all giggly and smiley and finding everything funny all starry eyed and affectionate till h is "okay that's enough for you tonight pretty" and maybe they have to walk to where the car is parked and first she's swinging their held hands and skipping and the next moment she's complaining about how her feet hurt and then she trips so he ends up carrying her and she's just like I love you

the pins aren't coming up :(((((( but I can see them going on a cute little date and having th prettiest drinks like w glitter and like a flower or something in it and they taste so sweet and yummy barely can taste all the tequila in it so she just keeps having them until shes glossy doe eyed staring at her pretty boyfriend and like soooo giggly everything hes saying is so funny and shes so warm and just is having a wonderful time and h is just watching her and when she goes to order another one hes like I think youve had enough pretty I think its time to go home and shes like oooooh youre taking me hoooooome;)))) and hes like sure love but them like holding hands and her swinging them around and twirling herself under his hand and just being so giggly fun lovely until her feet suddenly hurt and she jsut cannnnnnnnnnnnnnt go any further! absolutely can't!!!! and h just has the most affectionate look in his eyes when hes like alright you really want me to carry you???? and shes brightening up right away when hes letting her onto his back:((((( sooooo giggly grabby touchy kissing his neck and whispering to him "I love you":(

[fiannalover]

bweirdOCtober Day 8 - Dislikes

Customer Service

“My skin feels so dry. The winter weather is awful for me.”

“Worry not. Given what you told me, I'm sure this moisturizer will fix everything.”

“My family gave me too much chocolate and now my acne is flaring up. Do you have anything for that?”

“Of course! Apply this cream before taking a shower, once a day. You'll be able to enjoy your sweets with no guilt.”

“... You? Really?”

“You want something or not?”

“... The humidity is fucking up my hair.”

“I'm no poor man’s hair stylist. But I think I got something.”

“Do you have anti-agi-”

“No.”

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“Oh my GOSH your skin is SPARKLING. What is your secret?”

“I got a new product! You know that potion girlie in journalism? Her stuff is the real deal.”

“Ooooooh do you think she can whip up a blush? My last one was a real disappointment.”

“You know, I could use some powder myself.”

“Maybe if I get some lipstick…”

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“What? No. I don't deal with those kinds of make-up or similar cosmetics.” Medeia flatly replied. “My focus is on medicinal benefits first and foremost. It'd take me a couple months to learn how to make any of the things you're requesting.”

“Come ooooon!”

“I'm sure you can try!”

“There is this cute cat in Psych 101 I GOTTA fish!”

“I need some hair dye too…”

“I'm telling you, I can't. Chemistry and potion making are dangerous. If I use the wrong substance, I could make something that would severely hurt- are you listening?” Medeia rambled, before realizing her convictions were severely outmatched here.

The customers steadily approached. 

“C-come on everyone. Hold on. Hold on!”

“HOLD OOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

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Lucas leisurely walked towards Medeia’s side of the campus’ dorms, carrying some notes he borrowed and a bottle to be refilled, letting his tail freely hang in the wind as he moved forwards.

Hehehe, he had a tail~ Swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh~

Campus was usually pretty chill and somewhat empty at this time of the day, which is why he was surprised to see… a noisy crowd by the door of his friend's building? What was-

“Lucas! Get over here!”

“Whoa!”

Pulled to a conveniently placed bush, the boy’s confusion and panic settled to just confusion upon seeing who grabbed him and did a shhhhhh signal asking him to be quiet. “Medeia? What are you doing here?” He asked softly.

“I have been hounded by my customers this entire day, Lu. Entire. Day.” She replied, stealing a look towards the direction of her dorm, groaning as her fanclub remained there. “Some of them started asking for make-up, for some reason, and suddenly demand increased exponentially for something I don't know how to do.”

“You have no makeshift recipes that could work?”

“Just the usual moisturizer and the like. I mess with dangerous stuff, and I'd rather not mix up an improvised something that melts people's face off.” She explained. “And now I can't go hoooooome! They have been blocking the entrance forever! I can't go home, Luuuuu!” Sighing, she stop shaking him and conceded. “Then again, not like it is that good of a home, what with my current roommate.”

“Is she that bad?”

“She's an astrologist, Lu.”

“Oh no. That's awful.”

“I knooooow!” Groaning in annoyance, she said. “I'm probably too close to them. The customers, that is. My uncle was always well isolated in the suburbs, so people had to go out of their way to find him. Since I'm super convenient in every way, surely I can do anything, they think.”

That was interesting. She rarely mentioned her family. “Is your uncle’s house… not home?”

“Not really. I haven't went back since I began college.”

“Huge fight?”

“No. More of an ideological disagreement. You'd probably find me silly in an insane way for it.” She said, elaborating no further. “The dorms here are free of charge and I got my bartender job early on to cover my expenses, so I just never had to go back.”

Huh. Made sense. “I mean, that's fair. My parents are ok with me being-” Lucas gestured to his tail. “But I still have relatives who refuse to talk to me.”

“Sorry about that, Lu.”

“It's fine. I have enough people on my side.”

Medeia nodded, then returned to sighing and resting her back against the leaves. Come to think of it, he doesn't think she ever mentioned leaving for vacation or anything. If her only house was here, then why would she?

“... we could live together.” He proposed.

“What?”

“We could live together. You have your job, I got that big name internship recently, we should have enough money to split an ok apartment between us.” He explained, his friend's eyes lighting up with each word. “We are in the down season for house hunting, so we could probably find someplace affordable decently close.” 

“It would give me distance from them and a roommate I like, aaaaaaaah, Lu, I'd love that!” Immediately, she hugged him, both of them laughing out of pure cheer. “It's gonna be great. We gotta find somewhere with a good enough kitchen for my stuff. Oh, are you ok with me doing my potions and what not?”

“As long as you are ok with me during shedding season.”

“It will be completely worth it.” She declared, and the two immediately began rambling off plans.

Yeah. This was gonna be beyond great.

“Hey, your room is on the second floor at the back, right?”

“Yeah- oh! Think you can give me a boost?”

“Maybe?”

“Only one way to know. Let's go!”

(Roommates!!!!!)

[maidmyth]

country rooooooooooads, take me hoooooome to the place i belong ...

[chaoticyumelikes]

Short Wally Darling x Gn!Reader

Warnings: stressed and depressed reader from being thrown into welcome home world

You singing:..... sweet chariooooot..... Come take me hoooooome..........

Wally walking nearby: Your singing is the most, neighbour.

You grab Wally by the collar: LET ME GO HOME!!!!!!!!

Wally blushing: Of course neighbour!

Wally grabs your hands and you realize your mistake as he begins pulling you to Home: Wha- Wait! WAIT!!! I DIDN'T MEAN YOUR HOME!!!

Wally pulling you effortlessly as you struggle: Of course, it's going to be YOUR home now.

You: NO! I want MY home!!!

Wally: Of course, my Home will be YOUR Home, it will be OUR Home. Oh how I've waited for this day, neighbour!!

You struggling like a cat, grabbing on with your nails at anything around that could offer some resistance and hopefully escape: HELP! ANYONE HELP!!!!

Wally giving his chilling laugh pulling you inside: Silly! Silly! The suggestion was yours!

Your struggle falls to silence as soon as the door to Home closes with you and Wally in it.

[pocket-of-summer]

Chapter 6-20

Polarmon: *huff* Ha... No use waiting around like sitting ducks... Back me up! I'm landing the first strike!!

Tsunozemimon: Are you insane!? We can't take on an enemy of that caliber without a coordinated plan of attack!

Cephalomon: Look at its sheer size! I don't think any 'coordination' is going to get us out unscathed...which means instead of wasting our time here, it's do or DIE!!

Murexmon: W-wait, don't rush off! M-maybe we don't have time for a detailed strategy, but we should still-

Polarmon: ARCTIC EDGE!!

Cephalomon: TAIL DAGGER!!

*CLINK* *SCREECH*

MarinChimairamon: ......

Chifuyu: It... It didn't even flinch...

Haruka: Is there even anything we can do against an enemy like that...?

Akihiro: Th-there must be some way... But I can't...think of anything...

MarinChimairamon: GO.....

MarinChimairamon: GO HOOOOOOME!!!!

*STAB*

Polarmon: Grk... GRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

[ilenissu]

Even though it's not his usual style, Eddie Munson would VIBE to Paradise City.

I have this vivid image of him sliding around the trailer singing 'take me down to the paradise city, where the grass is green and the boys are pretty, TAAAAKE MEEEEE HOOOOOOME' and Wayne is really happy that his boy is alive and kicking after he barely made it back during the earthquake but GOD, this kid needs to get laid.

[tittyinfinity]

take me down to the Dani City where the ass is great and you grow more titties

TAKE

ME

HOOOOOOME

[luxiaar]

take me hoooooome

[migiganteknapkindispenser]

Country roooooooads take me hoooooome

[fruitviking]

City roooooooads

Take me hoooooome

To the beeeeeeedddd

Where I beloooooong

End my shift here

Drive in fifth gear

Take me hoooooome

City roooo-ooooads

[bellossom]

Country hooooooome, take me hoooooome, to the plaaaaace, I go hoooooooome