peter chis

It’s Always the Quiet One

What would Peter be like with an Gf that’s like an unexpected tease? Like she seems quiet and innocent but she also will send him flirty pics and whisper freaky shit to him in casual settings.

“I think they’re cute together,” Sam laughed as he and Natasha watched the two teenagers in the living room try to throw popcorn in the air and catch it in their mouth.

“Shut it, Sam,” Natasha growled. Sam only grinned, he knew he was getting on her nerves, that was the point of the game. The team’s youngest members were in a relationship and had been for several months. The news was just getting out to the rest of the team though.

“Does Cap know yet?” Sam smiled, hoping to God that he didn’t so he could tell Steve that Tony’s Spider-kid was dating his little Angel.

“No, he’s still out in Belarus,” Natasha glared holes into the back of Peter’s head.

“And Tony?”

“He knows. He knew a month ago and he’s hiding in his workshop. He thinks I don’t know where he is.”

“Natasha they’re kids,” Sam sighed trying to calm her down. He really didn’t see what the big deal was. Yes, Peter was a little annoying, and Y/N was totally out of his league but he knew Peter was a good kid.

“Do you remember being a teenage boy?” Natasha asked, her voice low and dangerous.

“Yes, but I don’t think Spiderling has it in him honestly. He’s a little nerd,” Sam shrugged.

“It’s always the boys you don’t expect, the nice ones that weasel their way into your heart and make you feel something only to never call back after they have sex with you.”

“Well damn, Nat. Who hurt you?!” Sam turned to look at Natasha incredulously. She glared back at him, malevolence rolling off of her in thick waves, “Alright, alright. Say Peter does all that, where’s he gonna go, Nat. He can’t just disappear and he’s an Avenger. He’s going to be stuck right here with you.”

She seemed to relax a little with that, “I would crush his head between my thighs like an egg.”

“And you trained Y/N. Don’t you think you did a good enough job that she’ll be fine.”

Natasha relaxed a little bit more, “She’d punch a hole through his face.”

“See? Now can you calm down and just enjoy how ridiculous they are together?”

She sighed, “Y/N looks so happy.”

“Doesn’t she… Now I just have to calm Steve down when he gets back,” Sam shook his head and walked away.

Peter tossed popcorn at you and you caught it expertly in your mouth. You threw one at him and it just hit him in the face.

“How are you so good at that?” he groaned, frustrated by his constant failure.

“I’ve got a particularly skilled mouth,” you wagged your eyebrows as you said this, watching Peter’s face as he blushed.

“Stop it, if someone hears you, they’re gonna think I’m some kind of horndog.”

“Oh if only they knew who the real horndog is in this relationship,” you laughed tossing more popcorn at him.

“They wouldn’t believe it,” Peter frowned, “they’d probably blame me.”

“Yep they’d blame you for turning their little angel into a freak,” you murmured.

“Don’t say that!” He freaked out, “You know, I miss when you were just the sweet girl with healing powers, Y/N.”

“No you don’t,” you scoffed, “Because that girl wouldn’t send you beautiful pictures of herself while you’re with Mr. Stark.”

“Exactly! She wouldn’t do that! Do you have any idea how distracting that is? How am I supposed to think about anything else all day?”

“That’s not my problem Spidey,” you grinned before stuffing a handful of popcorn in your mouth.

The next day, Steve came back to the tower. Natasha woke you up early to meet him at the hangar. You stood beside her still in your pajamas nearly bouncing with excitement. Steve was like a father to you. He found you when you were young, took you in, and raised you as his own. The moment he stepped of the jet you ran to him with open arms. As always he dropped what he had in his hands to catch you as you jumped in his arms.

“You have to tell me when I get too big for this,” You laughed as he hugged you tightly.

“You’ll never be too big. You’re gonna be thirty and I’m still gonna hug you like this.”

“I’ll hold you to it, old man.”

He eventually put you back on your feet and you began your usual rapid fire questionnaire about his physical health. He seemed fine, save a few scratches and bruises. You waited in the kitchen for him while he showered so you could tell him all about your adventures in the months you’d been gone… but most importantly to tell him you were dating Peter before someone else could. Sam sauntered into the kitchen and peered into the fridge.

“So you’re gonna tell him, right?” he asked glancing back at you.

“Of course I am. If I don’t you’ll just rat me out anyway,” you huffed.

“Mind if I stand somewhere out of sight and eavesdrop?” Sam smirked.

“Yes I mind.”

“Too bad,” he grabbed a drink out of the fridge then disappeared.

“You are so nosey,” you grumbled, knowing he could hear you. A few minutes later, Steve joined you in the kitchen.

“Alright, catch me up.”

You caught him up on everything that had happened, like how Tony blew up the workshop on accident and you almost died but Peter saved you. Natasha then chased Tony through the tower until she cornered him and punched him so hard in the arm that he still has the bruise- it happened the day after Steve left. You also told him about how Sam almost cut through his finger trying to slice a cucumber. You decided to casually mention your relationship status in the middle of all the chaos.

“Tony found out that I’m dating Peter and he told everyone, then Wanda nearly fell of the roof but the Iron Man bots-”

“Wait, back up. What was that about Peter,” Steve had been making breakfast while you talked but now he was still, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

You cleared your throat nervously, “Tony found out that Peter and I are dating… and he told everyone… so now I’m telling you.”

“That means you were dating him in secret before Tony found out.” he turned around slowly to look at you. He was giving you his stern Captain America face. You were definitely in trouble.

“Yes, sir, I was,” you nodded, it was best to be extra respectful when he got like this. Any slip-up could mean a two hour lecture on respect and safety and responsibility.

“For how long?”

“Five months,” you whispered.

“Five months?! You can barely keep a secret for five minutes how’d you manage it for five months.”

“Well you guys were away a lot and you’ve been looking for your friend so it was kind of easy. And we agreed I could date now so I’m not breaking any rules.”

“But you should have told me!”

“I wanted to tell you. I didn’t want to tell anyone before I told you, but when you were home I didn’t really wanna ruin the time together, and it didn’t seem like the kind of thing to tell you over phone-,” you rambled quickly.

“I get it,” he sighed. He was silent for a moment as he pinched the bridge of his nose and thought about things, “So Peter.”

“Yes. He’s really good to me, Steve. Like really good.”

“Is that a euphemism for something-”

“No! I just mean he’s nice and gentlemanly and there’s no need to go beat him up.”

“Fine. I’m assuming Natasha already sat you down and gave you… the talk.”

You thought back to that surprisingly okay conversation. She didn’t try to scare you with pictures of diseased genitalia or preach about abstinence, she told you what you needed to know to be safe.

“Yes, she did.”

“Good…would you go get Peter. I just want to talk to him.”

“Steve, you never want to ‘just talk’ to anyone,” you groaned.

“No I actually want to talk. You’d just be mad at me otherwise.”

“That’s right. I would hold a grudge for years.”

“Yeah, yeah, go get him.”

You hurried off to go get Peter from Tony’s workshop. The moment you said Steve wanted to talk to him, he turned about as white as a sheet. Tony wished him good luck and sent him out of the door. You tried to prepare Peter as much as you could, but you knew all of your assurances were futile. No matter what you said, there was a good chance Steve was going to kick his ass.

Peter sat at the breakfast bar, right across from Steve. You took up Steve’s abandoned task of making breakfast while they talked.

“Look, son, you know why you’re here,” Steve began. You stirred a big bowl of pancake batter.

“Yes, sir,” Peter nodded.

“Now I trust, Y/N’s judgement, and I know as far as kids go you’re a good one.”

“Thank you-”

“I’m not done. I don’t trust you though, not with her.”

You knew from the tone of Steve’s voice that both you and Peter were off the hook so you decided to mess with your boyfriend. You poured some batter on the griddle to cook then grabbed a banana from the bowl on the counter then turned around. Peter was facing you, if he peered over Steve’s shoulder he could see you just fine. Steve’s back was to you, and he was concentrating on threatening Peter’s life. You caught Peter’s eye as you peeled the banana. He gave you a look full of suspicion and rightly so, he knew you well. You took to licking the tip of the banana and Peter gave you a look of disappointment. When you didn’t get the response you wanted you slowly put the length of the banana in your mouth. Peter blushed despite keeping his mask of disappointment on his face.

“Son, are you listening to me?” Steve demanded and Peter refocused.

“Yes. I understand.” Peter visibly tried to keep his eyes off of you as you defiled that poor fruit and he tried to just keep thinking about how ridiculous you were. He kept chanting to himself, “It’s not hot, it’s stupid. It’s not hot, it’s stupid. She’s absolutely ridiculous.” As he thought this mantra Sam walked in behind him so you had to quickly turn around and attend to the pancakes on the griddle. Peter held in laughter at your quick save.

“Is something funny?” Steve demanded.

“Nothing’s funny, sir.”

Sam left back out and you were back at it again. You took the banana in as far as you could, made eye contact with Peter once more before biting the fruit and chewing. Peter smiled internally at you as you chewed, looking like a little chipmunk. You were ridiculous and he loved you for it.

“Do I make myself clear?” Steve ended.

Peter nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Steve nodded to himself then turned towards you. When he did so Peter made a face at you to let you know you were in trouble. You smiled a little at him as he went back to Tony’s workshop.

Later on, when Steve was taking a nap Peter decided to exact his revenge. You stood in the living room looking through Tony’s old records when Peter simply picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Peter,” you laughed, beating on his back playfully. He took you away from the common room wordlessly. Eventually you gave up and just settled for hitting his butt like some bongos while you waited for him to put you down. You recognized the familiar path, he was taking you to his room.

“If Steve wakes up, he’s gonna kick your butt,” you said in a sing songy voice.

“I’ll take my chances,” he scoffed, you both knew Steve was dead to the world and would be for the next four hours. He stepped into his room, kicked the door closed and tossed you carelessly on the bed. Before you even had a chance to stop bouncing he was holding your hands above your head and tickling you mercilessly.

“Why are you such a tease?” he laughed as your laughter filled the room, “I want an apology, Y/N.”

“Never!” you yelled back.

“Then I’m never letting you go,” he spoke back as he continued his attack on your sides. When tears were in your eyes, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much you gave in.

“Alright, I’m sorry!”

He stopped, “For what?”

“For teasing you.”

“And you’ll never do it again?”

“Well what fun would that be, Peter.”

“None at all,” he smiled as he leaned down and kissed you, “How do you have the Avengers so fooled?”
“Because I’m quiet and sweet.Don’t I taste sweet, Peter?”

He rolled his eyes and kissed you again, “It’s always the quiet one’s who get you.” he mumbled against your lips.

~Mod Lillian

You cannot wait if you don’t have hope in the Lord.
And you cannot have hope in the Lord if you don’t trust the Lord.
And you cannot trust the Lord if you don’t know the Lord.
So the key is “Knowing GOD” so that you can trust Him.
And by trusting Him you can have hope and by hoping upon Him, you can wait.
—  Pastor Peter Tan-Chi
Bed sheets

From: Smutandfluffohmy

Character parings: OUAT Peter Pan x reader

A/N: Very very much an AU. I honestly don’t know how to write smut because I never found any smut I read. I have no experience writing/reading/participating in smut. If you guys have any tips or tricks to write smut please tell me :) It sounds un finished because it is honestly

Prompt request:  Number 2 with Peter Pan please 💋 “ “Give me a hickey”  “What the hell why?”   “I told someone I had sex last night and I don’t want to look like a liar”   “Well when you put it like that” “

Warnings:Smut? very badly written smut

Sitting in Peter’s bed a layer of text books and homework separating you both. It was a Friday night and Peters parents were out of town, not that this was odd for them to do you hardly remember seeing his parents around. Not that you or Peter complained much about this with the house empty most of the time you guys had sleep overs and ordered take out.

“Can we take a break?” Peter huffed as he set his homework down on top of everything. 

“God yes please i’ve been reading the same line for the past ten minutes” You said laughing as you laid down on the bed “How about we take everything off the bed and start binge watching ‘Friends’“ 

“We’ve watched ‘Friends’ ten times how about we watch ‘The office’ “ Peter said gathering all the papers up and placing them down on the floor.

“Fine fine grumpy pants” You said as you rolled over to check your phone for really nothing in particular really.

“How about we order some chi-” Peter stopped as he looked at you suddenly stopping “are you okay?” he said getting closer

“Yea umm Peter can I ask you for a favor?” You said sitting up on the bed to look at him

“Yea sure anything y/n we’ve been friends for ever there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you” Peter said sitting in front of you.

Hesitation on whether you should tell him or not filled you, you didn’t know if you were afraid of a positive or negative answer coming out of your best friend. 

“Give me a hickey” You managed to choke out avoiding all eye contact with Peter regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth.

“What the hell why?” Peter said confusion filled his voice and a red blush filled his face.

“I told someone I had sex tonight and I don’t want to look like a liar” You said the excuse ridiculous but you don’t know if it was a small boost of confidence or hormones that you were running on now.

“Well when you put it like that.But why would a hickey prove anything” Peter said shifting around on his bed. Peter has had a crush on you for the longest time but he didn’t want his first kiss with you but nothing less than because you feel the same way.

“Peter please just kiss me” You said as you crawled over to Peter, Peter the boy of your dreams that just happens to be your best friend. Not knowing if the feelings were the same and could possibly ruin your friendship if they weren’t.

“Are you sure?” Peter said his arms laying next to him unsure if he could touch you at all. You nodded your head and placed your knees on either side of his hips Bringing your face closer to his looking for any signs of hesitation any sign that he wanted you to stop but there was none.

Your lips connecting. That’s probably when it all spiraled out of control. Peter flipped you over so he was the one on top of you, each of his hands placed on the bed near your head. Going down to kiss you as his hands went under and up your shirt as he unhooked your bra. 

“Peter” was all you managed to say before he kissed you again only breaking the kiss to remove his shirt. Watching him as he quickly took off his shirt you decided to do the same. Bringing him down to kiss you again as he pressed his body to yours, feeling all the heat he was radiating. Moving your hands from his hair as they slid down to his waist to begging taking off his pants. Peter noticing what you were trying to do he took both your hands and pinned them over your head.

“Take it easy y/n let me handle it” Peter whispered into your ear as he started kissing down your neck all the way down. Your breath hitched as every kissed was placed on your skin.

Your fingernails dug into your own palms,your teeth biting the inside of your cheeks. Time seemed to have slowed down going by too slow unnaturally slow.

Peter let your wrist go and placed his hands on your hips digging his thumbs on to your hip bones.

Prioritize prayer. Why? Because … It will give you direction in life. Because many times you don’t know how to choose. Life is about choices.
— 

Ptr. Peter Tan-chi, Pray Like Jesus 2016

In the early morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house, and went away to a secluded place, and was praying there. Simon and his companions searched for Him; they found Him, and said to Him, “Everyone is looking for You.” He said to them, “Let us go somewhere else to the towns nearby, so that I may preach there also; for this is what I came for.” (Mark 1:35-38 NASB)

You must come to a point in your life where you are so convinced that the best thing in your life is to obey God and not to obey God is the worst thing you can do.
—  Peter Tan-chi