#starkermuseprompts

@starker-muse-prompts

Peter wants to bang his two favorite professors, and the feeling is definitely reciprocated

Tony - Peter always looks like a cozy wet dream, like morning sex, when he slips into Tony’s lecture hall. He never sits in the same place, but Tony finds him unerringly. Every time their eyes connect, Peter smiles, a small, sweet thing--and Tony wants to slip his hands under whatever oversized sweater the kid’s wearing that day, thinks about tugging down those leggings and imagines how warm-soft Peter would feel against his palms, how good Peter would look with marks sucked into his skin and finger-shaped bruises on his hips. Peter rarely approaches Tony directly, but when he does he stands just a little too close, enough that Tony can smell the faint scent of roses or lavender, close enough Tony can see the faint sheen of shimmering makeup on his lids. They’re playing a silent game of cat and mouse, and even though Tony knows he’ll be the one pinning and pushing and fucking, he’s sure they both know Peter’s the hunter.

Bucky - Peter is Bucky’s doll. His babydoll, his angel, his sweet thing (Bucky’s never actually said any of it out loud; but he thinks Peter might know, anyway). The kid brings Bucky tea and some kind of sugary breakfast thing almost every class, smiles and says ‘Good morning, Professor Barnes’ soft and quiet and still a little tired. Bucky can never help but imagine the words murmured across a pillow, a greeting after a night spent twined in each other. Peter’s blush brings out his freckles, the little smattering across the bridge of his nose and cheekbones; Bucky watches him go to his seat right there in the front, and he spends the entire lecture wondering if those freckles are scattered across Peter’s shoulders, too, where Bucky could trace constellations across sleep-warm skin.

Peter 'confesses' his feelings--physical and emotional--to Tony while sitting in Tony’s lap (reverse cowboy), and Tony touches him, gently teases him about what he 'reveals'.

Overall, it’s an affectionate scene. There are notes of humiliation/embarrassment, but they’re in a safe environment--Tony’s bedroom, or maybe a shared bedroom (if they’re in an established relationship). Lights down low, door closed.

Peter is nervous, but excited and trusting--he's the one who suggested it, and he's thrilled Tony agreed to it.

Tony is proud of Peter for asking for what he wants. He enjoys the fluster in Peter’s expression and body language, the red-pink stain of Peter's cheeks and the tops of his ears, the warmth of Peter’s skin. He loves the way Peter keeps struggling, aroused and breathless, to get the words out, how his gorgeous boy keeps shifting and fighting with himself to keep from pressing down more insistently into Tony’s lap.

It’s not about religion--it wouldn't be, not with these two--but Peter's words and Tony's acceptance of those words carry a kind of reverence, of sanctity.

Peter goes to L.A. with stars in his eyes and the dream of being an actor. He's having a rough first few days, hasn't been able to get any callbacks. A stranger buys him a drink and Peter spills his frustrations.

The new friend, Mr. Stark, reveals that he's actually a talent manager/producer, and he can help Peter get a foot in the door. Peter agrees to go home with him.

Assassin/Hitmen AU:

Prompt 1: Peter gets hired to find and take out a new player in the international arms race. When he locates his mark, it becomes the first assignment he’s not sure he can complete: the dealer is none other than Peter’s mentor and ex-husband, Tony Stark. The problem is that Tony’s been dead for five years.