after Peter has his little outburst you just clench your jaw and squint at him, not saying a word yet which makes Peter nervous and start to think he really shouldn’t have said that, you stalk towards him, he almost thinks of fleeing when you push him down against the couch, pressing a rough kiss to his lips and pinning his wrists “No swearing.” he gulps under your fierce gaze not sure what to think when you hug him tightly keeping eye contact “you’re my sweet baby quit trying to impress, sheesh

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I’m crying oh my god he’d probably be like “yes I’m your sweet baby, just yours”