Peter Parker's New Groove by CambrianBeckett

Valkyrie & Lady Thor

Hearing them both invite him to their bed, Peter doesn't hesitate. He might have, once upon a time. No, he definitely would have even a short while ago, because this situation seemed utterly ridiculous, right? Not only had he invaded their privacy, but he'd also done so with his dick out and waving about. But this universe was built on such absurd situations, and Peter... Peter was more than happy to go with the flow.

Shucking off his shirt as he walks forward, Peter makes sure he's just as naked as the two of them by the time he reaches the bed. Jane, meanwhile, taps Mjolnir again, her body regaining that definition it had when he originally appeared in front of them. She looks incredibly strong, which... fair, she'd probably need that strength to keep up with him and Valkyrie, wouldn't she?

Valkyrie on the other hand, not in need of any power ups to start the fun, crawls on the bed to meet Peter 'halfway' so to speak. Meaning, when he reaches the edge of the bed, she's there waiting for him, her hand already in place to grab his cock and yank him up to the mattress itself as he yelps a bit. Stroking his sizable phallus, the dark-skinned beauty hums for a moment before licking her lips and glancing up at him.

"Brunnhilde, by the way."

Blinking, it takes Peter a moment to realize she's telling him her name. Giving her a smile and a nod, Peter gulps.

"Peter Parker. Pleasure to meet you!"

Brunnhilde hums and takes a long, slow lick of Peter's cock before looking up at him again.

"We've met before, haven't we? You're... Spider-Man."

He jolts at being so easily recognized, before a flash of memory makes him realize how she knows who he is. That final battle against Thanos had become a bit disjointed for Peter... possibly because, as he now knew, he was an amalgamation of fragments, a whole bunch of different versions of Peter Parker, built upon a single solid foundation. As such, his memories of the fight against Thanos were... slightly different.

That said, he does remember now. A moment where his mask had been torn off, he'd been running with the gauntlet, and Brunnhilde, aka Valkyrie, had given him a lift. Specifically, she'd been on a flying horse mount and he'd webbed the end of her spear, allowing him to escape from a pile of alien monsters as he soared through the air.

Shortly after that, he'd had to use the gauntlet to end Thanos. That part was universal across every version of himself.

Smiling with more strength now, Peter gives Brunnhilde a nod of his head.

"Yeah, that's me."

Brunnhilde hums again at that, her eyes flashing as she gives him a cheeky grin.

"A pleasure to finally meet you properly, Peter Parker~"

Then, she goes right down his cock, her lips encircling his member as the dark-skinned Norse beauty begins to bob up and down his length. Peter can only flush a little bit at her forwardness, but her cheeky grin is infectious because his smile has evolved into a grin of his own and he reaches out, sliding his fingers along her braided hair.

Focused on Brunnhilde, he doesn't even notice Jane until the other woman sidles up alongside her female lover. Also kneeling at the edge of the bed, Jane Foster slides a hand through the back of Peter's hair and turns him to face her. They stare at one another for a moment before surging forward in unison, with Peter's lips crashing into Jane's.