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Imagine hearing Peter sing to himself in the mornings while he gets dressed. He thinks you’re actually asleep, when in reality, you’re wide awake, lying quietly on the bed so you can listen to him. He constantly argues with you, because he thinks he’s not that great at singing, but at times like this, while the sun is leaking into the basement of his mom’s house from the windows, he sings beautiful.
If he ever catches you awake in the bed, he’ll shoot you a cheeky, dimple-full grin before proceeding to sing some of your favorite songs.
Playfully winks at you as he crawls onto the bed, pressing his lips to yours slightly as he continues singing, only this time, in a more sensual, husky voice.
Imagine laying in bed late at night, and pressing your fingers against his cheek and tracking his sharp features. He takes a deep breath, looking down at you with intense dark eyes, that stare deeply into your own. “You’re beautiful, you know that? Peter chuckles slightly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer, “I know something that’s more beautiful.” He rolls around so he’s laying half on you, half on the bed, making you laugh. “And I’m looking at it right now.”
Imagine walking in as Peter is trying to take off his leather pants, only to see him rolling around on the floor, his ankles twisted in the fabric as he wrestles with it to get them off. He’s making strange sounds, some curses, and his silver hair is in his face. “What are you doing?” “I’m…” Peter huffs, rolling onto his back so he could look over at you, “I’m stuck.” You laughed, throwing your head back, “Do you need help?” “Well, you’re usually here to take my pants off for me, so help would be very nice right now.”
Imagine Peter sneaking up behind you quickly, covering your eyes and whispering into your ear, “Guess who?” You can hear the giggles that he’s trying to keep to himself leaking out here and there. Smiling, you turn around and peck his fingertips, looking up to catch his glance, “If you’re going to do that, I suggest disguising your voice. It’s a dead giveaway.”
Imagine Peter cuddling you at night. If you want to lay on his chest, while he’s laying on his back, then, he’ll let you. Otherwise, it’s usually just him, on his back, with you in his arms.
Peter likes to draw circles and shapes onto your bare shoulder, trying to lull you to sleep. Especially, during those nights when he wakes up from a nightmare and needs the distraction, and it just so happens that you help him relax.
Imagine brushing your fingers through his hair, something that he absolutely loves on the same level as (The obvious)sex. It’s silky smooth under your fingertips, and you adore how it feels.
(NSFW)Kudos if you brush his hair out, while having sex.
(NSFW)Double kudos if you pull his hair while having sex.
Imagine Peter allowing you to put braids in his hair, and occasionally flowers.
Imagine the look on his face as he looks up at with, “Am I pretty?” as you put the last flower in his hair. “You’re more than pretty,” You crane your head down and peck his nose, “You’re absolutely stunning…”
Imagine Peter holding your cheeks in his hand, his thumbs rubbing your skin ever so gently. He swallows, cranes his head down and presses a smooth, and warm kiss to your lips. Ever so slightly at first, before really diving into it. “What was that for?” You asked breathlessly, his face pulling away to pepper kisses on the bridge of your nose and then your forehead. “For a guy like me, who’s always moving fast… Sometimes, you gotta stop, take your time enjoy the absolute beauty of things.” His thumbs are still tracing circles on your cheeks, “I love you.”
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