#promptdrabble

“Hey baby boy,” Wade whispered against Peter’s ear as he cornered him outside of his classroom. Peter had been about to walk into his professor’s office to discuss his upcoming midterms when he found himself pushed up against a wall with familiar hands and a deep voice. 

“Oh, hey Wade,” Peter said, in a perfectly normal tone, not at all nervous about all the people staring at them right now. It helped that Wade wasn’t wearing the Deadpool suit and was instead dressed in a hoodie (with the hood pulled up to cover most of his face), and jeans. The lack of blood on his clothes also helped, as Wade tended to drop by unannounced right after a mission without cleaning up. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Wade asked, burying his face in Peter’s neck.

Peter had to bite his lip to keep from moaning when Wade’s lips pressed against his bare neck, teeth nipping his gently. “I um… I- yup. If you’re gonna keep- that. We should- Wade!” He gripped onto Wade’s sweater but he still hadn’t decided if he was going to push Wade away or pull him closer. When Wade’s thigh slotted between Peter’s legs, Peter tugged and ground his hips down. 

“Ahem, Parker.”

The voice of his professor broke him out of Wade’s spell and he pulled back immediately, shoving Wade against the wall as he backed away. “Um, hey um… Professor! How are you?”

“I’m well, Parker,” he eyed up his student and the guy leaning back against the wall. Wade gave him a two finger salute but his professor turned back to Peter without reacting. “Did you bring your essay?”

“My essay?”

“You asked if we could discuss your topic after the rundown on the midterms.”

“Oh, yes. I totally asked about that. Um. I forgot to bring it. Oops?” 

His professor once again eyed up Wade before looking back to Peter. “We’ll reschedule, try not to forget again.”

“I can’t move.”

Laura rolled her eyes, looking over her shoulder as she pulled on a pair of Carmilla’s shorts. Carmilla was lying on her bed, stiff as a board, with her arms positioned like a mannequin. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You put me in a button up and a sweater vest. I can’t breathe.” 

Laura couldn’t imagine how Carmilla was complaining while wearing two of her most comfortable shirts on top of her softest pair of jeans. Meanwhile she’s stuck in the tightest shorts she’d ever worn, a top that wouldn’t cover her stomach no matter how hard she pulled on it, and a leather jacket. Although, Laura found the leather jacket quite comfortable, especially when she tilted her head and it smelled like Carmilla. 

“If anyone has any right to complain, it’s me,” Laura announced as she turned around to pick up the boots Carmilla had left on the bed. She never ended up putting them on, however, because Carmilla sat up so fast she knocked the boots off the bed.

Anonymous said: Can I prompt something? Cuddling. Oh man, I just want to read fics where people just cuddle and snuggle and just plain touch each other. Yeah, it's rather wholesome, but oh well... Writer's choice in regards to the pairing. :)

Ah man, some tender cuddles is just what I needed too. Here ya go!

College was kicking Peter’s figurative ass. Bad guys were kicking his literal ass. Jameson was kicking his financial ass. Whether he was wearing jeans or spandex, day or night, his ass was being kicked from all angles and it was unpleasant to say the least. Profs must get off on all assigning the biggest projects all at the same time and when you’re overloading on courses it’s even harder to balance. All of the villains were getting better at planning and evading him. It’s not like he was getting injured more often but the amount that he had to chase new ones around without a moment’s rest was driving him to his limits. And Jameson. That mother-hugger would throw half of Peter’s photos back at his face for not being ‘scandalous’ enough. As though Spider-Man ever did anything scandalous. To be completely fair… his photos lately were far from quality. He didn’t have the time to stage them right or set up his camera properly. 

To put it simply, Peter Parker was an exhausted mess and he was going to collapse during an inopportune moment if he didn’t get a break soon.

Laura considered herself a rather talented detective for a newbie. Her research skills had turned up more than enough to validate her theories, she was able to calmly articulate her findings to a camera, and she was discreet and subtle when she was sleuthing.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer,” Carmilla said from behind her rather cumbersome book. She was stretched out on her bed, legs crossed at the ankles, book balanced on her stomach, her head strategically hidden behind the pages.

Okay, maybe not so subtle. She would have to work on not blatantly staring at her suspected-to-be-a-vampire roommate. 

When Laura didn’t look away, Carmilla huffed and lowered her book to level Laura with a threatening glare. “Are your convoluted theories affecting your hearing now, too?”

Laura blinked. This would be an opportune time to retort with something clever, to deny the fact that her theories were solid, or to look away from the terrifying potential creature of the night. Instead, she continued to stare at her. 

Neither girls bothered to turn on any lights as the evening set upon them, only the glow from Laura’s computer and the slowly setting sun beaming through the window illuminated them. Laura tilted her head as she weighed her options. 

“Hollis, if you look any longer I’m going to start charging you.”

Without saying anything, Laura reached across her desk and picked up her phone. When she spun around in her chair, Carmilla raised her book right as Laura lifted her phone. 

“Not a chance, Hollis.”

“It’d be a same to waste the lighting.”

“It’d be a shame to break that expensive phone.”

Laura slipped off her chair and nimbly climbed onto Carmilla’s bed. She would have been sitting on her feet if Carmilla hadn’t pulled her legs up to her chest, cradling the book closer to her body as a shield. 

“Testing my limits, Hollis.”

Laura ignored her and snapped a picture of her hiding behind the large, ancient book. It was an awkward photo but quite cute with the large book covering the majority of Carmilla’s body, the top of her head peeking over the intricate details of the book’s cover, her knees tucked up close. Laura smiled the picture on her phone. 

Carmilla kicked her thigh and Laura looked up to find her peering over the book at her. She wasn’t glaring anymore. There was something curious about the way her brows were raised ever so slightly. Laura gazed back and couldn’t help but smile wider. A second later, the corner of Carmilla’s lip quirked up into the closest thing to a smile Laura had gotten from her.

Slowly, she lifted her phone again and Carmilla’s gaze turned deadly once more.

Peter had made a mistake. He made a huge mistake in thinking that bringing Wade Wilson to Disneyland would be manageable. It was like babysitting seventeen toddlers at the same time. Only they were one large, overly enthusiastic man that was constantly on the verge of getting them kicked out of the park. 

Wade had tried to climb the shoulders of almost all the mascots, had asked for a kiss from all the Disney princesses and princes (all of them politely declined), challenged Gaston to an arm wrestle and won, and made Peter regret not bringing his web shooters with how much he ran ahead. Peter contemplated buying a child leash more than once. 

By the end of the day, Wade had chilled out from many hours of screaming on rides and fangirling over all of the Disney characters and running around as fast as his feet could carry him. They were watching the fireworks and Wade leaned back, resting his head on Peter’s shoulder and sighed against his neck. Peter wrapped his around around Wade’s chest and kissed his temple. 

“You are… a handful but I’m glad you had fun today,” Peter said softly, “I had fun, too.”

Wade grinned up at him, “Good. Because I’m gonna have two more energy drinks tomorrow morning and we’re doing this again.”

“Cougar! Cougs! Just… dude… I got this! Stand- woah… stand still! Not you, Cougs! The um… the thing… it’s brightly colored and got candy in its guts.” Jensen stumbled closer to the swaying pinata, the bat hanging loosely in his hands as he moved closer. 

Cougar watched from a safe distance looking bored at the whole event but his eyes were focused on Jensen. The likelihood that Cougar would have a catch a bat as it flung from Jensen’s hands when he tried to sing at the pinata was too high for his liking. 

Jensen swung and missed by a full person. Cougar shook his head, biting back a laugh as Jensen swung the bat again and almost fell forward. He did not hit the pinata. 

“Cougs this thing… this thing is tricky. It’s dodging!”

Cougar’s lip quirked up in a small smirk, “No. You’re shit, Jake.”

“Excuse you, misssster!” Jensen slurred, pointing the bat at Cougar in an attempt to be intimidating but he dropped the bat and had to dive to catch it before it hit the ground. Cougar was surprised Jensen himself didn’t end up face first in the dirt. “I am. The best. At everything.”

Cougar rose his brow in a challenge that Jensen accepted by gripping the bat tightly and spinning his entire body in a circle. He had to step closer to the pinata but he did manage to hit it. It exploded at the same time that Jensen lost his balance. Candy fell on his chest once his back hit the grass. 

“Did it!” Jensen shouted and Cougar couldn’t help but laugh as he finally walked closer now that the bat was safely on the ground and out of Jensen’s hands. 

Cougar stood over Jensen’s body and reached down to pick up a lollipop. He held Jensen’s gaze as he unwrapped it and sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh… oh that’s mean,” Jensen grumbled, reaching for a candy of his own. “I would hold you to that if we weren’t in public.”

Cougar grinned around the lollipop, lifting one foot to place it between Jensen’s legs and nudged his crotch. 

“Dangerous terrier- territores- you know what I mean,” 

Cougar didn’t say anything as he leaned down, taking the lollipop out of his mouth with a loud, wet pop and pressing it to Jensen’s lips. Jensen’s lips opened without protest and he licked the lolly before taking it into his mouth. 

“Jack? What are you doing in my wardrobe?”

“Doctor! Did you realize all the amazing things you have in here?”

The Doctor rolled his eyes, running his hand through his floofy hair in frustration. “No, Captain, I had no idea this was here. In my TARDIS. More to the point, what are you doing here?”

“Visiting.”

He rose his brow, “And how did you get inside the TARDIS.”

Jack ignored him, continuing to run around the stairs that led to more closets, more outfits, more clothes for Jack to try on. The Doctor crossed his arms, watching him jump about but actually started walking toward him when Jack gasped audibly. 

Not that he had to move because Jack was jumping down the steps, smile wide on his face. “Look what I found! Put it on! Put it on!” Jack shoved the coat into the Doctor’s face.

“Jack, I am not-”

“Put it on! It will look great on you!”

“I do not have time for-”

“You know, Doctor… I kissed you when you were wearing this jacket.”

He sighed, shrugging off his tan overcoat and hanging it up before taking the black leather jacket and slipping it on. “Happy?”

“You could be giving me head right now.”

“Stiles I’m not-”

“Dude these cars aren’t moving anywhere for at least ten minutes, we have plenty of time.”

“Stiles we’re in public-”

“My jeep is my private space.”

“I’m not letting anyone else look in and see the rest of your private space.”

“But voyeurism, Derek.”