A winterspider headcanon. Peter has a size kink but doesn't realize it, he just know he like how Big Buckys hands are, how easily buck can wrap his Single arm around Peter's waist. This of course leads to Bucky noticing similar things, like how much he towers over Peter and how easy it is for him to pick Peter up with one arm. Bucky starts to use this to his advantage(P.s. I don't know if this is interesting enough or not so, apologies)-😅🥺🥑
LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY HOE ASS....
Peter is about to get flattened by one of the Chituari that came with Thanos but James steps in and lifts Peter out of the way with one hand.
Peter watches, slack jawed, as the older man rips an alien in half with gunfire and then smashes its skull with his boot and well...something in him squirms—and its not from the brains that splatter out onto the ground.
James winks at him and grins, “Watch out doll, don’t wanna mess up that pretty face.”
And yea, Peter’s a goner.
It goes on like that; during the holiday party, instead of Peter webbing himself to the ceiling so he can put the star on the tree, James hoists him up with his huge hands around Peter’s waist—and when he sets the younger man back down, Peter is flushed and stammering and half hard in his jeans.
When they find themselves under mistletoe, James can’t help but notice how Peter flushes when he wraps an arm around his tiny waist and pulls him in for a kiss that’s just chaste enough to satisfy Captain Dad’s morals and with just enough tongue to elicit a tiny whimper from Peter.
Peter takes to reaching for things just out of range and grins, blushing, when James lifts him up, the fact that it takes no effort at all making him breathless and dizzy.
It ends (or starts something new) like this:
James fucks him, but not just that, he manhandles and lifts Peter till his legs are slung over the crooks of his arms so Peter’s body weight forces him down down down onto James’s cock, till he’s stuffed so full Peter feels like he can’t breathe.
James holds him like that, in front of the mirror and croons sweet, filthy praise into his ear as he fucks into Peter—helpless, breathless, wanton Peter.
Peter sobs, watching as James’s cock fills him over and over again from where he’s suspended in his arms, the muscles in his biceps and stomach and thighs flexing with each thrust, and it’s crazy, because not once does James get out of breath—he just keeps whispering how good Peter is, how beautiful, how small and delicate and perfect.
There you go baby, just take it
Such a sweet little thing for me doll, so good
Gonna come Peter, gonna hold you here and come in you, again and again
And he does— James is as good as his word and holds Peter there till he’s loose and dripping James’s cum, delirious and still begging for more.
After is just as good—James carries him to the bath and washes him, smiles against Peter’s neck when the younger man links their hands together—a study in differences.
Light and dark; one as golden as the sun, the other as shadowy as the night.
