#thunderspider

Peter : (winces) ooh

Ned : Not you Peter I’m talking to MJ.

Yes I can, wanna know why? Because....

I. DON'T. CARE.

AND ALSO, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WILL WRITE THEM AS A SADISTIC, APATHETIC, PSYCOPATH AND NOT A MORALLY GREY CHARACTER?

“Alright, Point Break, I gotta ask,” Tony started, crossing his arms as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “You and Spidey. Are you…?” He gestured vaguely between Thor and Peter, his eyebrows raised expectantly. Thor’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Are we… what?” he teased, his arm tightening around Peter’s shoulders. Peter’s face flushed a deep red. “Oh no…” he mumbled, hiding his face against Thor’s side. Natasha smirked, sipping her coffee as she watched the scene unfold. Steve and Bucky sat on the couch, pretending to watch the TV but very clearly listening in. Tony rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean! Are you two dating?” Thor looked down at Peter, his expression softening. “Dating? No.” Tony blinked. “Oh.” “We’re engaged,” Thor added nonchalantly, as if he were merely commenting on the weather. The room went silent. Natasha’s cup paused mid-air. Steve choked on his drink, Bucky slapped his back, and Tony’s jaw hit the floor. Peter looked up, panic flashing across his face. “Thor!” “What? They were bound to find out eventually,” Thor grinned, leaning down to kiss Peter’s forehead. “No need to hide it, my love.” Tony sputtered. “Engaged?! Since when?!“ “Oh, a few weeks ago. On the peak of Mount Fjorgyn, during the celestial dance of the northern lights,” Thor said dreamily. “I vowed my love beneath the stars, promising to cherish and protect him for eternity.” Peter looked down, his face as red as his suit. “He… he even got on one knee…” Natasha’s eyes widened. “Wow. That’s… romantic.” Thor’s face brightened. “Oh, indeed! And then we were blessed by the spirits of Asgardian ancestors—” “Okay, stop!” Tony interrupted, holding up his hands. “I can’t take this level of romance. It’s sickeningly cute.” Bucky laughed. “Never thought I’d see the day Tony Stark was defeated by love.” “Oh please,” Tony scoffed. “You’re one to talk, Mr. ‘I-gaze-longingly-at-Steve-when-he’s-not-looking.’” Steve’s face went bright red. “I— what?!” “And don’t even get me started on you, Stark,” Natasha smirked, setting her cup down. “You and Banner aren’t exactly subtle.” Tony’s eyes widened. “We are not—” “Oh please,” Bucky cut in. “I literally caught you two making out in the lab last week.” Tony turned beet red. “That was— we were just—” “You owe me twenty bucks, Steve,” Natasha said, holding her hand out. Steve grumbled, pulling a bill from his pocket. Peter laughed, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Guess we’re not the only secret couple around here.” Thor beamed proudly. “Indeed! Love is to be celebrated, not hidden.” He looked at Tony. “Perhaps you could learn a thing or two from us, Man of Iron.” Tony groaned. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in, why don’t you?” Thor looked thoughtful. “Would you like to hear about the poem I wrote for Peter on the night of our engagement?” “NO!” came the collective shout from the room. Thor just laughed, pulling Peter closer. “Ah, mortals. So easily flustered.” Peter leaned against Thor, his eyes sparkling with adoration. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you love me for it.” Peter smiled. “Yeah. I really do.”

fuck YES! Oh my god are you in my brain??

Peter sitting on thors stomach, moaning loudly as thor guides him to fuck his pecs, Peters already cum so many times but thor doesnt care, hes just addicted to the pretty sounds Peter keeps letting out when he cums all over his tits

Thor wil get on his knees and hold his pecs together just to get peter to fuck them again

Peter has no self control whatsoever when it comes to thors pecs (and thor, but thats obvious)

Peter will just rest his hands on thors shoulders and rut into the tight space thor is creating with his tits and he'll go to town on them until he finishes multiple times (because thor wont accept only one load covering his tits)

Thor has gone on multiple missions with peters wet cum drying on his tits under his armor, theres a reason he has to wash his chestplate so often, and its not because of his sweat