#webbedthunder

[spangledmen]

@webbedthunder: 10. [ MM ] for bruce hehe

Even when not in his big green form, Bruce could still really deliver quite a fuck. Steve found that impressive. While he'd yet to have sex with that guy, he knew Bruce enough to recognize that behind the calm and cool demeanor laid an angry, pent-up fiend who needed to get his aggressions out from time to time.

And who would Steve be to deny him an outlet for that?"

"Bruce, fuck—" he grunts, clutching the mattress as his friend pounds into him. "Your dick get bigger since last time? Goddamn, go slow— not gonna leave you, got all night..."

[powertold]

location: avenger's tower [ for bruce ] @webbedthunder

much to no one's surprise,          when tony walks into the lab he finds bruce there. he has some designs in his hand that he's going to tinker with. a hologram that's coming out from one of the tablets, but then he quickly waves it away. maybe he doesn't want bruce to see that just yet. maybe he's focused on something else entirely now.   “   how long have you been here? you know it's customary to actually go out into the sun from time to time.   ”   he pulls out one of the rolling chairs, sitting on it and rolling himself over to one of the tables.

[aimedfortheheaddd]

37.  for frank from peter

37. || from here. || accepting.

"Bet you think you're so cute looking like this, don't cha, 'Spidey'." Frank teases, his tongue tracing side to side of his own lips as he watches the head of his cock do the same of the younger hero's lips. His hand softly holding onto Peter's chin as Frank pushed his hips slightly into the younger man's mouth. "And to think you were lying about that friendly part of Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man."

Hushed breathes exit the older man. He knew he wasn't supposed to have this in depth of an interview with SHIELD potentials, but no better time for it than on company time. Frank's thumb joins Peter's mouth, giving it a slight stretch as he pushes his cock deeper into his throat. "Taking it like a trooper."

[rubyquartzing]

@webbedthunder: [13B] from peter

Whenever Scott made the trek from Westchester —or, increasingly, Krakoa— he alway seemed to find time for Spider-Man. They didn't know one another very well, whoever this Spider-Man was, but damn if he didn't know how to suck a cock. It's like the seedy alleyway they usually met within enhanced his abilities... or maybe that was another one of this Spidey's powers.

"Careful, don't want someone to catch us— fuck," yelps Scott, feeling the other's mouth on him. "Fuck, you're so good at that..."

[sonofawiitchh]

03. for thor

It all started in the training room; the thunder god arrived in the middle of his routine, and Tommy couldn't take his eyes off that wonderful ass. So fat, so thick, and round like a perfect peach. So after talking to the god and flirting with him, before long they were in Thor's chamber in the tower. He had the great and mighty Thor on all fours on the bed, one hand grabbing his neck and tugging on it to arch his back even more, while Tommy used some of his superspeed to ram filthy and savagely into Thor's tight ass.

“Fuck. You really are tight” Tommy was almost mesmerized by the way those huge buttocks bounced on every fucking thrust, so balls deep and always seeking to hit against his prostate. Between grunts and groans, Tommy felt like he was in fucking heaven. With his free hand he unleashed a hard spank on his ass. “Want to see a magic trick?” He commented amused. And without waiting for an answer, he began to vibrate his cock inside Thor.

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[thislccksbad]

they're near enough, clint can almost feel a heat radiating off that powerful build. was it the shower? did thor run warm? the world may never know.

or, clint was about to find out.

"if anyone can handle you, thor, I'd put my hat in that ring any day. what other numbskull would roll out there with all of you super-types like I do?" this time, he's more bold about it. reaching down, getting a hand around that broad head, whether its covered up or not. giving thor a more than friendly squeeze. "if I lift it, does that make me 'worthy'?" he teased, changing his grip as he slowly aimed thor upwards, enough to start giving him a downward stroke.

"   so you say, barton.   "           thor says, his eyes still locked on clint and not letting go, watching as the other ogled over his nakedness. not that this is an uncommon occurrence, people staring at his body, and you would think he wouldn't mind it. but there is a certain thrill to it that he can't get enough of.

and at his little display of jest, and the little touch he gave his sizable tool which made it twitch to attention, he simply laughed. then he takes another step closer, shortening the distance between them even more.

"   is that so? not many people can handle this ... weapon.   "    thor asks with a challenge in his tone.    "   how can i know there is truth in your words?   "

[powertold]

@webbedthunder asked: 23. [ MM ]     you choose uwu

for part of the conversation he was a bit confused,          but that's mainly because he was too focused on peter's lips to think about anything else. that's why tony is pleased to see that they cut all of the chit chat out and got straight down to business.   “   damn, you really want that endorsement, huh?   ”   it's partially a joke. all he's really concerned about is how good peter's tongue feels on his shaft. he runs his hands down his hair and over to his the back of his head.   “   just open your mouth for me. i'm going to show you how to properly suck a man off.   ”  

[spangledmen]

@webbedthunder: 27. [ MM ] for thor uwu

It might have seemed creepy, but Steve liked watching Thor sleep. A man so imposing and large such as himself seemed to peaceful while unconscious. Almost made him seem small, even. It felt like a privilege to share a bed with Thor. Not many got a view like this — but then again, Cap wasn't like many.

He also can't help himself. Can't help getting handsy.

With a gentle hand, he reaches down to Thor's cock —still shockingly big when in its flaccid state— and strokes, watching it gently stiffen in his hand. He wonders if Thor can feel this in his dream state... and if he'd wake up soon.

[spangledmen]

@webbedthunder: i didn't want to disturb you.

It seemed in every universe, this one and beyond, that Peter couldn't help but apologize for himself or minimize risk at every turn. Admirable, but it did get old sometimes. But it also made him seem all the more sweeter.

After a particularly rigorous session of marathon sex —Steve playing the role of bottom this time— he decided he needed to decompress in the shower while Peter slept off the damage. Or, at least, Steve thought he'd be sleeping.

Standing under the spray of warm water, he hears a familiar voice behind himself. "Hmm? Oh, you're not disturbing me, Pete," Steve responds, offering an assuring smile and gesturing for him to join. "It's actually better if you come in here with me. Gives me less opportunity to space out and dread the worst..."

[incrediherc]

"Aye, it is because of my frosty lover... happiness does change a man, even Gods like ourselves. Ahahahhaha—"

It was true, though. For Hercules especially. Being with Bobby in such a committed, stabilizing relationship brought out a glow in himself that he didn't know possible. He never saw himself settling down with anyone before, but something about the guy made him feel like he could set down roots for once. After all they'd been through together, it just seemed like the right thing for both.

"However, it does not mean I cannot still have fun, haha! I know you know all about fun, my friend... it's been so long since we have exhausted the limits of our revelry together, has it not?"

thor can only chuckle at the compliment.           just as he thought. hercules never changed. "   that's only because you are seeing me in my best version. i am quite happy right now, and quite content despite the happenings in this new universe we are drawn into.   "

still smiling, he then reached out to run his hand over the other's hair and beard. they are still as soft as he remembered them.    "   and please, i have never seen you as happy as this, herc. last time i remember you like this was in the hay day of your life as the hero of legend.   "

"   thank you. it's definitely needed. if i have known i will be here this long, i would have stocked up on bloodmead.   "    and at his friend's next words, he raised an eyebrow before giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. mostly to illustrate a point. he's still as strong and solid as he remembered.

"   please, herc. you and i both know that aesthetics is never an indication of your strength. volstagg, gilgamesh ... even my father. we can name countless heroes who don't have defined abs.   "    he quips, taking the ordered ambrosia when it comes, and then taking a sip. silky and luscious, as he remembered.   

"   you're still strong to me despite the softness ...   "    he says.    "   ... and you seem happy, my friend. is it because of this bobby?   "

[greatmarvel]

webbedthunder >> greatmarvel

[spangledmen]

"Yeah, it was... a lot. Lost a lot of good people. But we saved a lot too. That's the thing about being a leader... you have to learn to accept it. You can't save everyone. But that's better than saving nobody."

He chuckles. "Give yourself some credit, kid. The spider isn't the one doing all that exercising... same with my super-serum. I would get so out of shape if I didn't work out regularly. Especially at my old age..."

He chose not to dignify the baby fat comment or check him out as he slapped his ass.

Thankfully, they arrive.

"Get changed and meet me back in five, okay?"

"   wait, are you telling me you fought thanos, too? whoa, what was that like in your world?   "           peter asks, tilting his head to the side, truly more curious than anything.    "   i still have a bone to pick with that purple asshole. bad enough to be stuck in limbo, but finding out you were gone for five years?   "

and peter was about to go into another tirade right then and there, about how it fucking suck to miss the world change and how people suffered when he could have helped, before he remember who he was speaking with. if there's anyone who knows about long slumbers ...

thank god steve changed the subject. he laughs at the compliment.    "   thanks cap! the body's not really thanks to me, because the spider also gave me that. somedays i still miss my baby fat.   "    he says, giving his ass a few playful smacks and a giggle.    "   but then again, this isn't bad, too. the amount of fun i had with these cheeks are worth it.   "

when he stops and look up, they were already at the gym. and as expected, already empty at this time of the night.    "   finally here! come on, cap!   "

[thislccksbad]

clint may have offered to leave bruce alone for a few days, but the truth was, he'd be back the moment he heard bruce was skipping sleep. his own presence would be a good safeguard, even if it meant coaxing bruce into fucking him into the mattress so he'd dump enough loads to fall asleep.

grinning at the swat, clint even swayed his steps a little, waving said butt in bruce's face.

"if I warned you, you'd tell me not to." which made this perfectly fine. he was doing what bruce asked, and bringing him to his bed, briefly spinning around so bruce could get his door open before taking them inside. it's when he can see the bed, that he walks over and all but dumps bruce onto it. "one scientist, delivered."

that's about when clint started taking off his own shirt.

"   if it'll give me some sleep and keep you at bay for the next few days, it sounds like a plan.   "           bruce says, accepting the fact that he could not contest this anymore. he is gonna sleep, he is gonna get breakfast, and he will be left alone after it. the blowjob and the sleep over with him was a nice bonus as well. he'll take that, too.

he was about to turn around to clean his desk up and close his computer when all of a sudden ... he felt weightless and off the floor.    "   what the fu--   "    was all he could say. and then he was slung over a shoulder, with a full view of clint's clothed ass. annoyed and surprised, he growled and gave the nearest thing that he can hit on clint-- which is his ass-- a smack.

"   jesus fucking christ! warn me next time.   "    he says, but aside from wiggling a little to find a comfortable spot, he didn't do anything else.    "   didn't even give me the dignity of a bridal carry?   "

[ionicxcharge]

"You know I can't do that, Hulk." Simon stabilized himself. Having to bear weight on his left foot. His right blocks any barrage of attacks that could've been thrown his way; not that he couldn't manage. The isolated charge of his wrist fades as portions of the material used as a projectile crumble. Without showing much fear; or weakness, he tried to hide the roll of his jaw. The sting was there from the fraction of a second he was in contact with the blunt force. The stimulation rolled down his neck- through his spine, until the aches reached endpoints. His muscles; however, remembered the sudden conditioning. "--Ow~!" He mumbled to himself.

"I won't leave you. I need to make sure you're safe." His hands outstretched, showing him he meant no harm. "I don't know what's happening but I came as fast and as soon as I'd heard you might need a friend." Simon craned his head and the sudden movement showed the condition of the visor. The brittle frame; broken by shearing forces, snapped. Halves tumbled to his feet and through cracks in the floor. Ignore them, Simon. Though, they were sadly his favored pair."We don't have to talk. I can just sit here until you're ready to go." His right palm inverted, reaching as if they'd hold hands. Or something. "Would you like that, hm?"

Damn he [Hulk] still hits like a cement truck.

int.    some abandoned warehouse on the city outskirts.    night.

the hulk ran. and he ran and ran and didn't stop,           until he crashed through the roof of the abandoned building, and he could hear the groaning of dilapidated infrastructure ... and silence. hulk doesn't even know where he is right now. all he knew is that he needed to leave that place when he felt overwhelmed. just like bruce told him to do.

puny bruce, who now looks out for him.

his breathing was still heavy, and the adrenaline and rage he can feel in his irradiated muscles are still at it's peak. but he has to stay here. for hulk doesn't want to hurt anyone. he just wants to be alone.

clang! he heard from his right.

and with inhuman agility, he took a piece of the fallen roof and hurled it at them, before taking a defensive stance.    "   LEAVE HULK!   "    he screams at them, which echoed about ten times in the abandoned building.    "   LEAVE HULK ALONE!   "

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[haljacraft]

"You forget the audience you share, Odinson." Hela smirked, carefully weaving through the curious gaze of mortal and immortal, alike. The crown was obviously a statement piece so most did not forget the namesake of the deity. No one had the authority to force him to bend-knee, so why dilute his experience with such minor notions. He does; however, tailor the span for something comfortable for them all.

"I can not recall the last time I've allowed myself to place such nectar to my lips." Hela watched Thor down the entirety of his drink like a mighty whale swallowing an entire school of fish. Or Jormungdar devouring his own tail. There were few times the goddess would be impressed and watching the Asgardians drink and eat beyond their fill always had an inkling of astonishment. Hela settles for a glass of Absinthe. Straight. "Challenge a god, then."

int.    the white castle casino bar.    night.

"   please. do not think of this as me doubting your strength and constitution.           everybody here is extraordinary for a reason! i am merely stating facts.   "    thor says, as he mixes his drink with the dark liquid he carried here from asgard. blood mead, the drink of gods and heroes who occupy the halls of valhalla ... and the only drink that can get him drunk.

it's already a strong drink for him, so he could only imagine what it could do to a midgardian.    "   you will not be able to handle it. so, you enjoy your little mortal juice ... and leave the godly drinks to the gods.   "

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[sonofawiitchh]

Tommy listened carefully to Peter as he pulled away and let out a small laugh. ‘Oh, you fucking whore. I bet you've let yourself get fucked by an entire frat house,' he commented in amusement. The boy kept panting and moaning, letting Tommy worship his huge cock, feeling those warm wet lips all over, with the precum still dripping out, almost exaggeratedly so. Tommy always dripped so much when he was so aroused.

He looked down at that comment and felt Peter bring his hands to the back of the other's neck. ‘Ok, that's actually pretty cool. You should make me a suit just like that,’ he commented, amused. Tommy gripped the boy's hair firmly with both hands and went back to forcing every fucking inch into Peter's mouth, all the way to the back of his throat and feeling his friend's nose against his pelvis, seeing his nose buried in the clump of his pubes.

‘Fuck! You look so fucking hot this way' With nothing more to add, Tommy started in with hard, rough thrusts, grinning stupidly as he moaned and grunted louder and louder, enjoying using Peter's throat as a plaything.

what can he say? he's a spider of many talents!           if you ever need help with your science homework or your robotics project? peter is the spider for you. if you need something delivered at break neck speed with guaranteed safety? he can do that! and if you need a hero that can save you, your cat, or the tree that your cat's stuck in, he's the guy for that job, too.

and now here's another thing for the ads: if you ever want a masked, cock hungry superhero that can take all of you? you could give him a call. the wording needs a little editing, but he's sure he can make it work.

peter pulls away away again after a moment, watching as the full length of tommy's cock left his lips, giggling as he pants and coughs. just in time, too, to answer his question.    "   college can be very ... adventurous for a hormonal and lonely kid.   "    he says, as he began stroking tommy, humming as his lips found the base of his dick. he then began planting wet kisses up and up, before stopping at the tip to suckle on his pre-cum. thick and salty ... he wants more. no, he wants the real thing.

"   you know the best thing about spider-man suits made of unstable molecules?   "    peter says, taking both of tommy's hands and putting them behind his own head. meanwhile his hands are tucked under his ass, as he kneel in front of tommy. like a good little slut. "   they got a pretty good grip.   "

with one last kiss on the tip of his dick, peter smiles.    "   well? you don't have to be shy, dude.  "    he really wished tommy could see what his eyes looked like right now under his mask: bloodshot and teary, but hungry for more of him. all of him.    "   fuck my mouth. i can take it.   "