#thunderspider

[dragonstar2568]

Ned : imagine your dating a girl, right?

Peter : (winces) ooh

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

Peter : Oh good

[tonystoy]

Do ya’ll think that literal fights break out over who gets to literally anything with Peter?

Date, kiss, hang out with, fuck, I mean literally anything

[kenztheweirdmf]

idk why but i love being a pro-shipper (but still dislike things) AND a marvel fan and a little bit of DC but not really cus i just make up fanon versions of them in my head so idk *shrug*

[winter-spiders]

Peter Pec-Fucking Thor thats it yall PEACE OUT

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

thanks to all of you whos been sending asks, i know ive been inactive, life sucks sometimes lmaoo

[lazywintercat]

~Unexpected Proposals and unspoken Secrets.~

“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.”

The End.

[zaintriestowrite]

We need more Omega Thor and Alpha Peter fics. I can only find one, and that's a crime

[professional-benaddict]

high school au: peter x tony/steve/bucky/thor🤤🤤💗💗

[sins-of-a-spider]

Don’t mind my sudden inspiration tonight:

Peter presenting as an omega by accident at the compound. The room suddenly goes hot during a meeting and starts spinning. He’s sweating and everyone starts to take notice since he can no longer sit still. He grows extremely dizzy and stands suddenly, cutting Tony off mid sentence.

“Kid? You okay?”

“…….nn….”

“Yeaaah okay. Fri- run diagnostics over underoos.”

“It seems like Mr. Parker is entering his first heat. Congratulations on your presentation.”

This has everyone in an uproar instantly, panic setting in as everyone starts to fuss over him. Peter is barely standing and his scent is starting to get to all the alphas in the room, setting them on edge.

Just as Peter starts to go faint, Thor steps in, catching the young omega and lifting him up into his arms, “I shall care for the young spiderling and make sure he gets the medical attention he needs.”

No one really thinks to argue with the literal god. He seemed to have full control of himself as he walked off with a Peter who was starting to pant and slick.

But no one knew of the Asgardian traditions and values either. If they did he never would have gotten to even touch the omega, let alone carry him back to the gods room.

Thor lays him down and strips the pliant boy of his clothes, taking in the beauty beneath him.

In Asgard, the first Alpha to lay with a newly presented omega has right to bond with him. A newly presented virgin omega is almost holy in his land, making Peter a perfect partner to rule with him.

With the strong warmth holding Peter and overwhelming alpha scent, he happily lets himself be taken by the god and subsequently mated to him. The fresh bond mark on his neck and knot in his stretched hole has him purring as Thor pets his hair and holds him close.

Thor smiles smugly, he got to the boy first. Peter was now his. That was until morning when all hell broke loose at the news of the newly mated pair. Well- at least they were happy.

[thomotomo]

Thor fucks Peter until he gives him a heir for asgard🥵

A heir for Asgard

Wanings: NSFW, 18+ only (minors will be blocked on sight), breeding kink

A/N: I hope you will enjoy this fic! I really enjoyed making it uwu Think about leaving a kofi if you enjoy it! Also I love kind comments or anon messages if you enjoy reading this :) xoxo

The sound of sweaty skin to skin slaps and loud moans were resonating through the bedroom. Basking in the light were two men, one was on his knees, struggling to keep up, torso completely laid down against the sheets, hands gripping them with a labouring breath and from his complete out of it face, you could almost believe that he had heart instead of pupils.

Thor was bent over Peter’s back, his chest sticking to the young man below him, grunting sweet things in his ear.

“I’m filling you so good right sweet boy?”

“Ngh… Th-thor. Ah!”

“Yeah that’s ugh… right boy. My cock’s going so deep in you. Ngh!” Thor accentuated each word by thrusting deeper in him, hitting the deepest spot inside Peter.

The young man was moaning extremely loudly, his hole tightening around around the king’s cock, making the god groan, the vibration making Peter moan quietly. He could only concentrate on the feeling of the king’s cock opening him wide, hitting all the deepest and best parts inside of him. His mind was emptier than ever, he was literally drunk on cock.

“Ah, is my little bitch pleased by his role?” Only a gargled moan came out of the boy’s mouth, making the blonde god laugh lowly, it seemed he had completely dumbed his lover just with his cock and just the mere thought of Peter becoming dumb made Thor hornier and his face itched into a wide grin as he kept fucking his smaller lover with a rough pace, determined to breed his boy full of cum and hopefully, kids.

“I’m going to fill you with so-so much cum huh?”

“Y-Yessss~”

“That’s right boy. Ngh… You’re going to bear Asgard’s next generation!”

“Yes T-Thor! I-Ah! I will!”

Thor gripped the boy’s hips tighter, not slowing down his speed, chasing down his release relentlessly, only getting moans from the boy under him, who was getting overwhelmed by all the feelings. 

The heat, the smell of sweat and sex, Thor’s sounds right next to his ear, all of this was sending Peter’s bain in overdrive. His thoughts were empty, only filled with the idea of being filled by Thor’s kids, to bear the king’s heirs; the future of Asgard. In a few minutes he’ll be filled with cum and hopefully soon after he will find himself growing big with children, their children.

Peter’s body shook with pleasure, his hole fluttering around Thor’s cock, tightening around it, not really relaxing until a wash of pleasure overcame him and he came, loudly moaning Thor’s name, which echoed through the bedroom.

Thor became rougher, he could feel himself nearing his release. His thrusts became slopier, but his grip on Peter’s hips didn’t relent and he was sure he was going to leave bruises on the smaller man.

Suddenly with a roar, Thor came, deep inside Peter. The older male growled, stilling as his semence filled Peter’s womb. The boy’s legs were shaking as he was panting in pleasure, feeling absolutely full. He could feel the spurt of cum trying to fit as most as possible inside of him but some of it was slowly dribbling down on the mattress.

The two men were there, in a post-orgasmic haze, panting harshly, still too hot from what had just happened. Thor had regained his breath, and manipulated both Peter and him to lie down together, still tied by Thor’s dick inside of the younger male, keeping the cum warm and safe inside the boy’s womb.

Peter whined and fell further inside Thor’s embrace, the blonde god hand wrapped his arms around him and a big hand had found its way on the brunette’s slightly distended belly.

“Hm… Hopefully you’ll be pregnant soon love~”

“Mmh… Me too… And if I’m not, we can keep trying.”

“Even if you are indeed pregnant Peter, we can keep doing more to ensure that you’re filled with our kids, after all, I am also the god of fertility~”, Peter chuckled as he put his hand over Thor’s, the smile brightening up his tired face.

“Yes, I had forgotten about that big boy…”

He repressed a yawn and Thor gently kissed him on the cheek before helping him to fall asleep.

/ Two months later \

Thor was grinning widely as his hands gently caressed the slight bump on his small lover, Peter could swear that his husband was on the verge of purring, which was quite funny in itself.

Peter smiled as Thor was kissing the slight bump and whispered gentle things to it, there was two future rulers of Asgard, which immensely pleased Thor, who was was touching him at every given opportunity, fucking him whenever they could, making sure he was filled and ready for the next ones.

[obligatorynasty]

omfg this was absolutely perfect!!!!! there is just something about these two that dhkshsjshs. you've written it soooo beautifully and despite the rough treatment Thor was so lovely, obvious with how much he adores peter. now im gonna spend the day daydreaming about the avangers' reaction to Peter showing up to the debriefing as an absolute mess, full off bruises and disorientated 😩😳

Oh yeah, Peter definitely shows up to the debrief room with blown pupils, a mile long stare, messy curls, and an exhausted body. He barely had enough time to clean up before they got there so he still feels sticky all over beneath his spidey suit, and he smells like sex too.

Thor, one the other hand, is completely rejuvenated. He struts into the room more boisterous than ever. He's flashy and loud and pulls everyone's attention with his silly jokes and Asgardian charm. A total attention hog – almost like he's doing it to keep eyes off a certain worn out spider 😋

[preromantics]

@weatheredskies I wanted to take prompts to write little things but you get this more detailed take instead. Whoops. Written on mobile so all mistakes mine!

Thor/Peter (obvi), E, ~1400 words

-

Peter isn’t entirely sure how it happened, but he isn’t complaining.

The wall of his new apartment is exposed brick, and he’s pretty sure if he was lacking in healing factor the friction against his shoulder blades would be too much. Instead, the scratch of worn bricks digging into his skin, raking down his back every time his body bounces up and down is providing a sharp, grounding contrast to the rest of what he’s feeling.

He feels light, weightless in the same way he feels at the pinnacle of a swing between two buildings — knowing his next web shot will catch him but suspended for a moment with no control.

“You are as light as a feather, Parker,” Thor remarks, just as Peter’s eyes are rolling back into his head.

Peter groans incoherently in response, his usual lack of brain to mouth filter superseded by loud thoughts of fuck, and yes, and Thor.

-

(Earlier, Peter thinks this started with his actual lack of brain to mouth filter, thirty minutes into moving boxes and furniture with Thor’s help, thinking they’d make a great moving service for little old ladies with their combined strength.

“I bet you could lift anything on earth,” Peter said, carrying a thick oak end table up the stairs behind Thor, giving him ample space to carry Peter’s mattress and box spring under each arm.

Thor had looked back and smiled widely, no protest, and Peter had missed a step on the stairs.)

-

The pace Thor sets is brutal now that they’re really doing this; the prep was achingly slow, tender almost, with Peter pressed into his new couch and squirming into the spread of Thor’s fingers while Thor laughed low and not unkind above him, calling him so eager and, embarrassingly, so sweet.

Now, the grip Thor has on Peter’s thigh’s and ass is tight and wide, his fingers spanning more skin than Peter thinks should be possible. Thor’s hips are grinding and rocking, sinfully rhythmic as his cock stretches (oh, it stretches) Peter deep and wide, each thrust leaving Peter nearly empty, his rim catching just on Thor’s blunt cockhead, the rest of him wide and wanting until the next smooth flick of Thor’s hips.

Peter’s hands feel backwards, gripping the brick behind him instinctively, as if he might fall.

“That’s no fun,” Thor says when he notices, not even breathless with his exertion. “How can I prove how easily I can hold you up if you cheat?”

-

(The brain to mouth filter had 404ed, left behind at Peter’s old apartment, drifting through the wind on I90.

“What about a bus?” Peter finds himself asking, trailing after Thor with so many boxes stacked that he can’t even see him, just hear his loud footsteps as he asends the stairs with even more boxes than Peter.

“Haven’t you lifted an entire bus?” Thor shoots over his shoulder. “I am offended.”

“Okay, a building?”

“Haven’t you—“

“Wait, no, what about the Quinjet?”

And the same cycle repeated until all of the boxes and furniture and random fragile lamps Peter had collected since his first apartment were strewn around the new place, roughly two-point-five times faster than if Peter had moved in alone as he intended before Thor randomly showed up last week and asked what was going on on Earth.

Peter, somewhat incoherently — Thor had bifrosted into the middle of the Avenger’s compound gym with Stormbringer held aloft and only a pair of flowy linen pants on — had listed out the various mission statuses of the team and that he was taking off a few days soon to move from Boston back to the city.

Fast forward to Peter standing in his new apartment surrounded things and a not-even-sweating Thor and saying: “But could you lift me?”

Thor had laughed, crossed the room and bent down to wrap one arm around Peter’s waist and lifted him easily.

Peter had squeaked, just fucking — squeaked with a little lilting gasp at the end and Thor had smiled that big wide smile again and hummed a deep, considering noise while Peter fought the urge to squirm.

“I recall you said pizza and beer were customary payment for moving,” Thor said. “It’s just that I’ve thought of something else I think would be suitable payment.”)

-

Thor spins them, pulling Peter’s hands from the wall and the grounding brick away from his back in one fluid motion.

At first, Peter thinks they’re going back to the couch, Thor’s desire to fully prove his ability to lift Peter sated.

They stop in the middle of the room, surrounded by boxes and nothing else.

“That’s better,” Thor hums, deep and gravely, the first sign besides his hard cock and enthusiastic manhandling of Peter that this was affecting him.

“Is it?”

One of Thor’s hands slides around to Peter’s lower back, splaying wide at base of his spine. The other hitches him upward, holding tight under his ass. The motion seats him fully inside Peter, his base splitting Peter’s hole wide.

“Reach back with your arms and grab my hand,” Thor says.

Peter takes a deep breath, trusting Thor not to drop him like he would when they’re fighting together, and arches his back, clasping his hands together.

It feels even more weightless than before, held up only by gravity and Thor’s hands, and a little bit by where their bodies meet around Thor’s thick length.

Peter means to ask “How?”, he really does, but what comes out instead is a strangled “hnggh” sort of noise that Thor beams at again, as if proud his showing off has rendered Peter speechless.

Peter squirms, rocks his hips, and Thor lifts him — just lifts him up with two steady hands, barely but perfectly balanced to keep Peter from falling, and then lets gravity slam Peter back down every inch of his cock.

Each thrust moves Peter’s entire body, bounces his own hard and leaking cock between the two of them, trailing slick precome across Thor’s cut abs, not enough friction but enough to leave Peter panting in minutes.

“You’re so hard for me,” Thor says admiringly, and when Peter opens his eyes against the onslaught of pleasure he catches Thor staring between them, watching Peter’s cock bounce and further down, what he can see of his own cock spreading Peter.

“Feels so good,” Peter pants, “not enough.”

“No? Proving I can lift you, just like I can lift anything else you’ve asked of me today, is not enough?”

Thor doesn’t seem to require an answer, which is good, since Peter can’t think of one as Thor walks them back over to the sofa and manhandles him over the arm.

The momentary loss of where they’ve been connected for… however long Thor has had him incoherent and split open and practically drooling is enough to pull a whine out of Peter as Thor settles back between his thighs.

“Needy little thing,” Thor says.

It manages to sound fond instead of dirty, and Peter blushes into the couch cushion when Thor softly strokes a path down his back to his ass cheeks, spreading him before sliding back in with a groan from both of them.

“Is this enough?” Thor asks, setting a new, brutal pace that slides the couch a little across the wood floor with every thrust.

In response, Peter goes up on his toes, pushing back into Thor’s pace.

“Not enough yet, is it?” Thor asks. “Not enough until you’ve come for me right on this little couch you had me carry up four flights of stairs.”

Without waiting for a response, Thor reaches between them, not faltering in his movements. He strokes at Peter’s hip before wrapping his hand around Peter’s cock, warm and wide and sliding embarrassingly easy from Peter’s slick head down to his base and back up.

Between the warm and large hand on his cock and the way Thor feels buried to the hilt inside of him, Peter comes hard, arching back and shaking with it as Thor stills behind him and comes with a long and deep groan, his mouth wet against Peter’s neck. Peter’s cock twitches valiantly at the feeling of Thor coming, and a little at the idea of making a god come.

“We should still get beer and pizza, though,” is what Peter’s fucked out brain decides to say, still slightly panting, as Thor pulls back.

Thor pats him on the back. “I knew I liked you for a reason,” he says.

So they order pizza and beer. (And maybe when Thor helps Peter click his bed frame together, after, they fuck again, too.)

[tonystoy]

What are some of your romantic/relationship headcanons for Thunderspider?

So sorry for answering this so late but I’m glad there’s another thunderspider shipper out there!!

What I like is that they’re both that sunshine x sunshine dynamic lol

Peter def climbs Thor like a tree too, being slung over his shoulder whenever he’s tired from working in the lab too long

And Peter loves laying on top of him too, especially when they sleep, Thor wraps his arms around him and Peter’s like his own teddy bear

Peter feels safe when he’s in Thor’s arms, if he’s being held by him while he’s crying, Thor’s always rubbing his back, kissing the top of his head, then afterwards he’s letting Peter silently play with his hair, eyes closed as Peter braids it

[kenztheweirdmf]

i know Peter has the "i dont need to fix him he just needs love" mind set cus when he saw SIM-Tony, Hydra Steve & Bucky and Frost Giant Thor he immediately gives them unconditional love 24/7

[starkeristheendgame]

I'm just thinking about an AU where the spider bite made Peter incredibly fucking horny, like nearly 24/7 wanting that dick, and there's only so much Tony can do, right?

He watches from behind his laptop as Peter desperately humps a pillow under his instruction, whining and wet and begging for more because its good but fuck its not enough.

And Tony is resourceful. His father might have founded this empire but Tony fucking built it. And if his boy's got a problem with wanting cock, then Tony's got a solution.

Four of them, in fact. Steve, Bucky, Thor and Clint. Four prime males, healthy as horses with cocks to match.

Mafia AU? ABO? SIM!Tony? You decide.

[jordanparker]

I WANT HEIGHT DIFFERENCE.

I WANT 5'4 PERSON A, AND 6'3 PERSON B.

I WANT TIPPY TOE KISSES AND CROUCHED FOREHEAD PECKS.

i want it so bad.

[snowstark]

moodboard by @carelessannie | we did a little exchange where we wrote something for each other’s moodboard! CHECK OUT ANNIE'S HERE! also for @peterparkerbingo | fill: skinny dipping

Large hands caught his hips as he neared the shore and Peter yelped, tipping off of his surfboard. He heard a booming laugh before he hit the water, and when he resurfaced, Thor was grinning widely down at him.

“What was that for?” Peter pouted.

“Why, I was trying to dance with you, little spider,” Thor teased loftily. He waded over to him before lifting him out of the water with his bare hands.

Peter yelped, flailing. “Thor!” He wrapped his legs around his hips, heaving himself up with a scowl, and warm hands cupped his ass, squeezing. He buried his face into Thor’s neck and huffed.

“‘s not what you call me, is it?”

Peter could feel the scrape of Thor’s stubble on his cheek as he spoke and he nipped at it. “What’re you gonna do ‘bout it?”

“What do you want me to do about it?” Thor let him mouth at his neck. “You have a god on his knees for you, little one. You could ask for anything and I’d give it to you.”

Peter inhaled sharply. “Even here?”

“Mmm.” Thor carried him with one arm—because of course he could—and pulled back so Peter could see his grin. “Take a look around you, sweet thing. Alone in the water, aren’t we?” He set Peter down, then pulled him close, dipping his head down and leaning in like he was going to kiss him.

Peter went on his tip-toes, straining, and Thor pulled back the slightest bit, lips curving into a smile as he watched Peter flush. “Shyness befits you,” he murmured. “You take on a sweet colour, little one. A rose in the water, who could ignore such pretty petals? So tell me—” Thor’s hands slid down, pulling down his swimsuit, and Peter let him, breath catching in his throat. “What do you call me?”

His hand slipped down, the rough pad of his finger rubbing between his cheeks, and Peter breathed, “Daddy,” like it was coaxed out of him.

Thor rewarded him with a kiss, warm and rough on his lips, drinking him in, before murmuring, “Tell Daddy what you want.”

“Anything,” Peter stuttered, eyes wide and flicking down to Thor’s lips again. “Please.”

“Anything?” Thor dragged him into the water, letting the waves lap at his bare skin as he kissed him again. “Then let’s see how worthy you are, little one.”