I graduated high school yesterday can I have some soft dom Peter Steele fluff pleaseeeeee
A/n: So, I'm almost a full year late to this... Hope you're, uh, doing well outside of high school... Also, sorry this is kinda short I find fluff kinda hard to write bc, like, nothing happens... I hope you like this either way :')
Warnings: None, just fluff!
You let out a heavy exhale as you sat down, the weight you'd been carrying around with you finally falling off.
Your head fell back, you let your eyes close, inhaling deeply now. "Is this what we're doing now?" Your behemoth of a boyfriend asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Not even asking for permission, you just do as you please?"
You nodded, comfortable in his lap. "If you're gonna be this big and this comfortable, I'm going to sit my ass right here at every possible moment." He exhaled a short laugh, resting his head on yours as it lay on his shoulder, familiar green shirt almost cartoonish as he wore one of a similar shade and style every single day.
"You're right, it's all my fault." He relented, rubbing your hips soothingly. He kissed your hair sweetly before bringing his lips down to your ear. "Should've cut my legs off at the knees when I had the chance." You chuckled at that, hands finding his for a moment. "But then, I guess I'd have to give this up, wouldn't I?" He thought for a moment before shaking his head.
Peter kissed your hair again, but he didn't pull away much to speak this time, deep voice coming out rough and gravely as always. "No... No, I wouldn't like that at all."
You inhaled sharply again, willing your body to move. You lurched forwards, Peter gripped your hips tighter to keep you in place, thinking you were trying to get up.
You turned the TV on and found a good show, not letting the volume get too loud to keep with the neutral atmosphere. "Oh, we're doing this now, too?" He asked, pulling you back against him. He took the remote from you and set it aside. "Give me an elastic." He muttered.
You handed him the one you kept on your wrist, not thinking anything of it. He pushed you forwards some and ran his fingers through your hair, combing it before parting it.
You giggled, not minding him playing with your hair. "Sisters gave me good practice." He muttered, parting your hair into sections. "Your hair's soft... smells good, too." He murmured.
