TSOStarker week #4: Jacuzzi sex + rain 

The house was quiet, and the only thing that was making a sound, was the hot tub. 

Tony was already inside, the bubbles wetting his skin, his head throw back and his hands resting at each side. His eyes were closed as he waited for Peter to go outside, a little drizzle falling. The night was perfect. 

Peter was standing in the dark, inside the house still, turning off the lights that Tony told him to turn off. There’s no need to keep them on, he had said. Peter knew that he wanted him just for himself. Peter knew he needed some quiet, some peace, some Peter. 

He walked outside slowly, the drizzle falling annoyingly inside his eyes, but rubbing it fast for the sake to get where Tony was soon, and as Peter removed the towel from his body, to reveal a naked torso and a swimsuit, the man remained still, with his eyes closed. 

The water made a sound when Peter stepped in, and at that, Tony finally opened his eyes, glancing hungrily at the boy, that shyly settled inside. 

The man looked at the watch that was hanging lazily on his wrist, turning his head so he wouldn’t have to move his hands. It was almost midnight. 

“Come closer, kid” he let out, his head back at where the other human was, who’s eyes were wandering all over, trying desperately to find something to set his eyes on rather than Tony. But it was too dark. 

The drizzle became a little stronger, slowly turning into rain. But they were already wet, so it didn’t really matter. 

Peter obeyed the man’s command and ‘walked’ slowly there, not lifting his body from the hot water so he wouldn’t get cold. And still, as close as he was, he wasn’t in Tony’s personal space. So it wasn’t enough for Tony. 

“Closer” he demanded once again, making the kid’s heart jump. This time, the command was much more strict, and inmmidiate. Peter obeyed again, and just like that, he was sitting right next to Tony. 

Peter bit his lip and looked down, not daring to place his eyes on the man that had just wrapped his arm around him. His breaths became almost erratic, and he knew that if he wasn’t on water, he’d be sweating. 

“Don’t be nervous” spoke the man again, as if he could help at all. “I’m not going to hurt you”

The boy smiled at that, still looking down, his head feeling light, and his limbs a little numb for the constant preassure of the motors. 

The rain stopped a bit, and Tony couldn’t stand having his hair half wet, half dry, so in a motion, he unwrapped his arm from Peter and sank, reappearing again between Peter’s half spread legs with his eyes open, his hair now completely wet, and a drop of water falling off his lip. 

Even if he tried, Peter couldn’t stop shaking, and he knew Tony knew it wasn’t because he was cold. His eyes were now fixated on Tony’s, finding no place to escape. It’s not like he wanted to, either. 

He swallowed thickly as one of Tony’s hand rested on his thigh, the bubbles making it impossible for him to see what was going on down there. He swallowed again, followed by him closing his eyes when Tony’s face was only inches apart. 

The man’s hand traveled up to his naked torso, and Peter yanked back slightly, a whimper leaving his mouth as the sensitive skin was being grabbed by firm, calloused hands. 

It was almost ridicolous the lack of words in Peter’s head. He wanted to tell Tony to do whatever he wanted with him, because he knew his body was giving different signals. But Tony knew. Tony knew because they had been trying to do this for months now. 

Peter’s thoughts got lost when Tony got close, the drop still hanging from his lips. The need was too urgent not to listen to it, and so, he moved his head forward a little, kissing those lips and taking the drop inside his own mouth, tasting just how hot it was. 

Apparently, that hand’t been enough, because Tony’s eyes became darker in the thin, purple light that was coming from the bottom of the hot tub, and there was just a moment where Peter thought he was going to be eaten alive. 

The man’s tongue licked dangerously at his own bottom lip, this time giving Peter little to no time to say anything even if he wanted to, and finally, collapsed their lips, taking the boy’s breath with him, and parting them almost immediately to taste Peter’s delicious tongue. 

Peter could hear his heart in his ears, but the firm sensation of rough lips pressing against his was enough to make his pulse calm down a little bit. 

Tony slowly moved closer and closer, spreading Peter’s legs further apart, and the hand that was previously on Peter’s side, landed on Peter’s hand, taking it and bringing it to his neck, showing him that he wanted him to wrap them around him. 

Slowly, Peter did, opening his mouth more, letting more of Tony come in. There were no need of words. They both knew how to communicate. 

A faint moan escaped Peter’s lips when Tony’s hand went further down, and grabbed Peter’s ass, wrapping his legs also on Tony’s body, moving them slowly so one of the motors was sending bubbles and hot water inside of Peter. 

Peter stopped kissing Tony and moaned, his eyes still closed as he threw his head backwards. Fuck. It felt oddly amazing. 

“Tony, I-” he started, but Tony silenced him, and his mouth went straight to Peter’s neck, biting and kissing slowly, softly, wanting for Peter to enjoy what was going on rather than overthink it, which he knew he would.

Sounds and more sounds were leaving Peter’s body, as he tilted his head to the side to give Tony more access. He wanted it. He wanted it now. But he was too nervous to say anything. 

His hands were grasping lightly at Tony’s hair, pulling when a new sensation hit his body, and suddenly, he knew that if he didn’t pull aside from that motor, he was going to come. 

He patted Tony’s back three times, and that was enough for Tony to finish sucking marks into his lover’s body, and move them to a part of the hot tub that didn’t have motors. 

“You okay?” he asked, voice rough and demanding still, but clearly with a hint of worry. 

Peter nodded. He still had no words, but he unwrapped one of his hands from Tony’s neck and ran it through his hair, stabilizing, coming back to reality, as Tony held him close. 

Peter wasn’t going to lie to Tony. He was impossibly harder, and he needed release, but he wanted it by Tony’s hands, or dick, or whatever. Not water. 

The poor boy was still shaking, but he was confident that he could make it. 

“Can we... uh, do it?” he said, whispering. His voice barely higher than the bubbles. His hand traveled down to his own clotheted cock and stroked it lightly. He was painfully turned on. 

“Whatever you want, baby” muttered Tony and slowly tugged Peter’s swim suit down, revealing his beautiful cocklet, at which Peter gasped, the hot water making him feel even more turned on. 

Suddenly, the rain that had stopped started again, hitting them both right in the face, the cold contrasting with the water. Peter gasped again. “Please” he said. 

Tony pressed their lips together again and quickly tugged down his own swimsuit, throwing it to the grass next to Peter’s. They were both naked now, but one of them far more consious about it than the other. 

“Water is not lube” Tony said, pressing their foreheads together. 

Peter blushed immediately, and he took one of Tony’s fingers, bringing it down to his hole, and sliding inside easily. Tony raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You prepared yourself” 

It wasn’t exactly a question, but Peter nodded, the red in his cheeks spreading further down his neck, where purple and pink marks contrasted wildly with Peter’s white skin tone. 

Tony didn’t wait any longer, and taking Peter by the arms, pulling him closer, he managed somehow to line up with him. 

Peter gasped again as Tony pressed the head inside, trying to be as gentle as possible while his own desires were yelling at him to fuck Peter so hard, the kid could barely manage to get out of the hot tub once they were done, and Tony had to carry him to his bed. 

“You okay” let out Tony, and once again, it wasn’t a question, but Peter nodded anyway, biting his lip slowly and moving his neck a certain way to try and get Tony to kiss him. 

Tony let out a breath and pushed in again, a little harder this time, getting inside almost completely, Peter’s face giving out how turned on he was. 

“More, Tony, please” the boy said, his lip trapped between his teeth, his eyes rolling back as Tony listened to him and got inside completely. 

Tony knew the boy was not going to be able to keep up with the kissing as he fucked into him, so he landed at his neck once again, biting and licking this time, soothing the marks with his tongue as he pushed deeper inside Peter. 

Peter let out a harsh moan, one that ripped through his throat as he spread his loegs wider, no longer wrapped in Tony’s torso, needing for the man to reach further, and touch that sweet spot that had brushed with the head of his cock the first moment. 

“You’re so tight, baby” whispered Tony, as he managed to pull out and thrust inside once again, making Peter shiver as he felt finally so damn complete. “Common, baby, say my name” 

Peter barely could speak, but he would’ve gotten to the end of earth for Tony, so he slowly repeated again: “Tony” in a voice that let out he was getting desperate. 

Tony thrusted forward, hard and fast, now fucking into Peter in rapid, short moves, feeling himself get desperate in the need of more. More. More of Peter. 

“T-Tony, please, please, I need more, more, please”

It was almost a cry for help, but with a very different connotation, especially considering he was pushing back onto Tony’s cock, that was already leaking precum, but Peter couldn’t feel it because of the water. 

The rain was heavy on their heads, but it made the thrusting and rhythm of their bodies easier, even if Peter had to close his eyes not to get water inside them because of how hard the rain was on his face. 

And suddenly, Tony’s hand that had been gripping Peter’s hip to keep him in place (which wasn’t easy because the water was constantly moving them), wrapped in Peter’s little cock, and stroke hard in time with his thrusts. 

Tony was close, yes, but he refused to come first, so he took advantage of his control position and started to fuck him harder, faster, biting at his neck and stroking his throbbing cock with one hand, crossing his thumb over the tip, which, by the way, was making Tony crazy. 

“Tony, I- I think I...” Peter moaned, unable to say the rest out of pure embarrassment. He hated being this vulnerable but he also felt so damn good. 

“Let go, then” snarled Tony, his lips now moving to Peter’s ears and biting down on his earlobe. “Let go so I can overstimulate you” 

That seemed to do the trick for the boy, who came inside of Tony’s hand. White streaks of come floating away with the water, as Peter’s head was thrown back, his back arching, the rain falling insistently, and his body shaking convusively. 

Following his lover soon after, Tony was coming inside of Peter, his moans and groans muffled by the very, very marked skin that was Peter’s neck. 

Tony had to wait a minute before pulling out, and when he did, Peter practically fell into the water, too tired to do anything with himself. But Tony caught him in his hands and pulled him closer, his finger wandering around the marmol until he found the button that supressed the motors, finally. 

“Peter, come back to earth” let out Tony as he patted Peter’s cheek until he opened his eyes again lazily and smiled, nodding. “You enjoyed that”

Peter scoffed a little. “Yeah, it was awesome” he muttered and moved his arms around, playing with the water, his dick floating softly above the water, soft. 

Tony stayed there, watching the little boy play with the water, his hands tracing his sides again, not trying to start anything especifically, just wanting to be physically in touch. 

They stayed for long, until Peter did fall asleep, and as promised, Tony carried him to the room, drying him up and cuddling him all night long. 

It was good. 

It was wrong. And it was wrong not because it wouldn’t work, but because it would. And when Peter finally had Tony in his arms, then he’d know it wasn’t real. 

But he had made his decision. 

And so, the pink bottle he carried so carefully wrapped in his backpack, held the future. His future. Tony’s future, that he hadn’t decided for himself. But Peter was selfish, and he wanted Tony, because he had wanted him for long. Too damn long. And it was unfair, because Peter, overall, was a good person, and the only thing he wanted was Tony, yet, he didn’t have it. 

He’s not a thing. 

The arrival at the Stark Tower had his heart stammering. It was now or never. And it looked like a sign that the door opened the moment Peter pulled it, making him believe that maybe, just maybe, what he was doing was okay, and that the whole elaboration of the plan, to get Tony to drink it effortlessly hadn’t been in vain. 

Because it was not going to be easy. It hadn’t been in his head, and when he stepped inside his mentor’s home, he realized he hadn’t considered the factor confidence. There was absolutely no confidence in him, in himself, in the fact that he could do this without getting caught. Because that could end badly.

“Peter? What are you doing here so early?” 

The voice got Peter’s attention immediately, and so the plan was in motion. 

He turned around and faced the man that had a glass of whiskey in his hand, that looked very confused, yet amused. How could he not, after all, when he had a teenager pining over him? Because Peter knew he knew. It was impossible that he didn’t. Peter wasnt trying to be subtle. 

“I- I wanted to talk to you about- about...” and just as practiced, a tear fell down his cheek. He needed to do better if he wanted Tony to come closer. “About this” he managed to say and got his notebook out of his backpack, glancing at the little threatening bottle. 

The man left the whiskey in the counter -jackpot- and approached the teenager while frowning, every hint of amusement evaporating. “What is this?” he whispered when he received the notebook, and Peter took advantage of the man’s lack of attention to get the bottle out before closing his backpack and tossing it to the floor dramatically, hiding his right hand behind his back. 

“I got a D in science and I’m sure it’s- it’s bebe-because the teacher hates me”. The crying was borderline fake, but he knew Tony would be too worried about his protégé’s mental health to notice. 

Tony’s face turned to him as he handed him back the notebook. “I’m gonna make you a cup of coffee and we can discuss this”. Peter had to use every bit of self control not to smile. Jackpot. 

He nodded instead and sat in one of the chairs displayed close to the counter (the one that was the closest to the glass of whiskey) and once again hid his face in his arms, which were folded, his right hand holding the little bottle tight, and as soon Tony turned to make the coffee, Peter opened the bottle quietly, and poured the liquid inside, which instantly mimetized with the whiskey. It was done. There was no going back. 

“Kid, do you have supportive friends? A girlfriend, maybe?”

Peter’s heart stopped. For a second there he thought Tony had caught him, but he shook his head before realizing he couldn’t see him. 

“No, Mr. Stark. No one’s interested in me” and then shrugged, knowing that was about to change. 

“Well, that’s not true” whispered Tony, making sure that Peter couldn’t hear him as he got a tiny bottle from his pocket and poured the liquid inside the coffee. It was done. There was no going back. 

He grabbed the mug and headed back to Peter, placing it in front of him, and seating down next to him. “Drink up” he muttered, his voice soft and inviting. 

Peter smiled softly. “After you, Mr. Stark” and signed the whiskey with his hands, grabbing the mug and placing it close to his mouth, blowing a little because it was too hot for him. 

Then, something weird happened. Neither of them drank, both pair of eyes fixanted on each other, waiting for the other to drink first. It’s almost as... as if Tony knew what was inside his drink. 

“Do I have something on my face?” asked Peter, breaking the silence that somehow wasn’t as awkward as I’m describing. Tony smirked, then shook his head no, placing the glass of whiskey back onto the counter. 

“No, Peter, I just thought you liked coffee” 

Peter frowned. “And I thought you liked whiskey”

Tony frowned. Something was going on. “Did you put something in my drink?” 

There was a moment of silence. Peter’s heart was about to leave his ribcage, but his brain as faster. “Did you put something in mine?” 

Tony stood up at that, and slowly got the tiny, empty bottle out his pocket, throwing it at Peter, who caught in in the air. “I’ll let you try to figure out what it is” 

Peter smiled and stood up as well. “A love potion?” 

Tony’s entire face fell. “There’s only one way you’d now” 

Before the man could talk again, Peter pulled the bottle out his pocket and settled it in the counter, pointing with his head the whiskey. 

“Stephen?” 

“Stephen” replied Peter. “He’s been playing with the both of us”. 

Tony got close to Peter and took his chin in his fingers, looking down at his mouth. “You shouldn’t have, dear” and then pressed their lips together, hotly, rough, desperate. 

“You thought you could fucking poison me?” asked Tony deliberately, holding Peter’s face now tighter, his eyes dark. “I’m gonna show you your place, Peter, let’s go” and he grabbed Peter’s hair, pulling him off the chair and close to him. 

Peter followed, biting his lip. 

That night, he was forced to his knees, and choked, and he gagged and he had to scream for Tony to go faster, and deeper, and stop when Peter’s legs were shaking. 

“You’d been a bad boy, Peter. Trying to make me fall in love with you by asking Stephen for a potion?” 

Peter didn’t have it in himself to tell Tony he had done the same thing because he felt so good, and so fucked, and so full. Tony was his other half. Kinda. 

“What is that?” 

“That’s coffee, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah, I’m gonna drink it” 

“It’s probably been there for hours, Buck” 

Bucky shrugged. “Hey, you wanted alcohol, there’s a glass of whiskey” 

Steve sighed and looked arund, finding it in the counter, next to a small empty bottle. He reached forward and took the bottle as Bucky got the mug to his lips. “What do you think this had?” 

Bucky sipped and smiled, his eyes now cofused on Steve. Had he ever noticed how extremely handsome he was? 

“Viagra, probably” he answered anyway, taking a little bit more of the coffee as Steve took finally the whiskey in his hand and drank the whole thing, his super-soldier abilities making it impossible for him to feel drunk, or the burn down his throat. But that didn’t matter because since when Bucky had such kissable lips? 

“Buck?” 

“Yes, Stevie?” 

Both of them stared into each other, but the silence was broken by Tony appearing in the middle of the kitchen with a robe on, stopping as he saw them. Then the mug and the glass, then at them again. 

“Nope” 

And he went back inside his room, where Peter was asleep. 

Nope. 

TSOStarker week # 5: Vampire!Tony + Peter turning + light porn

(I’m just gonna do until #5 bc it’s becoming too much)

“Close the fucking curtain, Peter” exclaimed Tony at the sight of daylight. 

Peter, falling into the realization of who he was with, closed the heavy curtain fast enough to tear it, but not quite. 

“I’m sorry, I keep forgetting” he mumbled and walked to the bed slowly. 

“Yeah, someday you’re gonna forget and I’m going to die” 

It wasn’t meant as a joke but Peter was so nervous, he laughed, and then, when Tony glanced at him with dark eyes, his hands traveled to his neck, covering the healing wound that Tony’s fangs had left. 

“Then turn me” he let out, his voice going from strong and confident to a realization whisper, at which his eyes widened and his heart started beating faster. 

Tony, who was laying on the bed, now covered by the sheets (because of the almost burning sun coming through the window, thanks, Peter), looked up and furrowed his brows. 

“What?” 

Peter gulped, and the way Tony’s eyes followed his neck and stopped right before the two bloody marks he had left in Peter’s body, made Peter not only blush, but back off a little, embarrassment and self-consiousness spreading through his veins. 

“We could live, well, kinda, because we’d both be dead, but we could be together and since we’d literally be inmortals, we’d have forever and then you don’t have to worry about hurting me because I wouldn’t die and...” he trailed off when Tony stood up slowly from the bed and walked towards him. 

“Do you even know what you’re saying?” the man asked, slow fangs already making an appearence as he stepped closer and closer to Peter. 

But the boy, incable of realizing when enough was enough, nodded, then said: “You haven’t said it, and honestly I know it’s kinda stupid because we’ve been ‘together’ for... a year I think but I like you a lot and I...” 

Before he could finish his sentence, Tony backed him up with his superspeed and pushed him against the wall that had the curtain and the window next to it, then the man took Peter’s neck in his hand and choked him a little. 

“It takes way more than ‘I like you a lot’” mocked Tony, pressing a little harder, realizing that Peter, even when fucked that same morning, was starting to get hard again. It wasn’t that hard to know, the boy was pressed against Tony’s half covered body. 

“So- so what does it take? L-love?” Peter asked, clearly wanting to sound cocky and hopefully cool, but making even a bigger fool of himself, being pressed against the wall and choked by his vampire boyfriend. God, he felt like Elena Gilbert. Well, that minus the unnecessary drama, of course. 

Tony scoffed and raised an eyebrow. “It takes balls, kid, and you clearly don’t have any” 

“The-then what are you gripping right now, huh?” 

Tony smirked and with his other hand squeezed Peter’s covered by underwear package. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that” 

And once again, before Peter could say anything else, Tony’s head was on Peter’s neck, his fangs already tearing away his skin and his blood dripping down of Tony’s mouth and down his shoulder. 

There was a thin line between pain and pleasure, and Peter knew Tony was always half crossing it, sometimes biting a little too hard, or jerking him off rapidly while sucking so much blood Tony was full and Peter almost in the floor. 

But it was their dynamic, and to be completely honest with himself, Peter didn’t want it any other way. So, he moaned. Partly because he knew Tony wanted that, the man also got off in that thin line, crossing it ever so slighly to see what happened and how Peter reacted, but never too much that Peter died. 

Tony withdrew his head from Peter’s neck, his whole lower face was covered in blood, Peter’s blood, and somehow, the boy thought that it was sexy. Leave him alone, he has weird kinks. 

Then, the man spoke, looking at Peter up and down, his face shifting from something violent and hungry, to something a little more caring. 

“Do you really wanna turn?” 

Peter thought for a moment if it was worth it. He looked over at the window and sighed. He was never going to be able to stand in the sun again, probably was going to stay that undeveloped physically forever and he was going to have to fight an urge to eat humans all the time, but he was going to be with Tony, and he knew the man was alone, otherwise, he wouldn’t be asking again. 

Peter nodded, and Tony sighed, his fangs disappearing into his gums, and his eyes going back to normal, black yet lusty ones. 

“I’ll turn you, then” 

Peter’s heart skipped a beat. He thought for a moment that maybe Tony was just messing around with him, but when those sweet eyes didn’t leave his and didn’t turn into something darker, Peter knew he was serious. 

“Great, I have to die with your blood in my system and then I’ll resurrect and I have to feed on a human or I die for real, right?” 

Tony waited ten seconds before snorting. “What- what are you talking about, kid? Who told you that?” 

Don’t fucking say Vampire Diaries. 

“A... book?” 

“The show, right? That fucking show, what is it called? Fang writings?” 

Peter looked down, ashamed of himself for even talking to Tony about it when he first started watching it. “Vampire Diaries” he corrected him in a whisper. 

Tony laughed again and sighed, cleaning half of the blood on his face with the back of the hand that had been chocking Peter. “Well, no, Peter, that’s not how it is. You do have to die, though, that’s not negotiable, but it’s simpler than that. I have to kill you once, put my blood in your veins, kill you again, then you wake up and boom! Vampire” 

Peter’s heart was stammering right now, but he nodded again, looking at Tony’s mouth, covered in blood and noticing that that would be his future. Tony got both of his hands to Peter’s head and placed them in the exact same way he would if he were to break someone’s neck. 

“Ready, baby?” muttered Tony, kissing Peter softly on the lips and staining him with a little of his own blood. Peter shuddered, then bit his lip, tasting his own blood. “No regrets?” continued the man, and Peter found himself saying no. No regrets. 

Tony looked at him for a second, taking in the last time he was going to see his baby boy alive, how his nature was going to chance and how he could possibly turn into a blood drinking assassin and he wouldn’t care. All the pure and innocent things were going to leave his nature, but maybe his humanity was still going to be there, and Tony maybe then wasn’t making the mistake he was definitely making. 

Was he going to change? The person Tony fell in love with, was he going to change? 

Before giving it any further thought, Peter’s eyes closed, knowing and accepting what was coming next, and Tony? Well, he breathed in and snapped Peter’s neck, killing him. 

The body fell to the floor, dead weight, and Tony kneeled before it, trying not to think about the fact that he had just literally killed Peter, and opened his vein with one fang, not biting into it because human and vampire blood shouldn’t be mixed, and then opened Peter’s mouth and forced it down his throat, smearing a bit into his lips. 

Then, just like magic, Peter’s neck was intact again, and Tony wasted no time, snapping his neck again, at which Peter opened his eyes and gasped into the air, trying to breathe because his lungs fell like they were shutting down. 

The boy looked over at his lover, who was helping him by the head, pulling him up a little. “Am- Am I a vampire yet?” he whispered, his voice soft but rough. 

Tony tilted his head before speaking. “You have to go through metamorphosis, so it’ll take a few days, then you’ll start hating normal food, and then you’ll seek blood. Once you feed for the first time, that same midnight, you’re a vampire”. 

Peter nodded, taking in every bit of information his boyfriend had given him. “I thought it was simpler?” he mocked slowly, trying to give the situation a little humor. Tony raised his eyebrow at that, and then, trying to embarrass Peter so he’d get off his cloud, he looked down at him. 

“Interesting” 

Peter frowned and tried to look at what Tony was looking but he was still laying back. 

Tony slowly grabbed Peter’s boxers and ripped them off, revealing Peter’s erection, then wrapped his hand on it and started jerking it off slowly, Peter letting out soft whimpers. 

“Not even death can take away your boner” 

Peter’s whole face turned red as he mouthed ‘shut up’, but nevertheless, he bucked his hips meeting Tony’s hand with every loose jerk. 

They had all the time in the world, anyway.

Prompt : threesome + body swap

Sorry guys, I’m not writing this one so I just wanna set the stage for this moodboard.

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During a mission, Tony got hit by something that made him split into two people.

One is callous, playboy type who's deeply possessive and just .. a wreck. Like think before Iron Man. He has all the negative personalities that Tony has. Ex: callous, dismissive, arrogant. (bad!Tony)

Two is post Iron Man who wants to do the right thing and strives to be a hero. He is a sweetheart. He has all the good personality traits. Ex: patient, thoughtful, problem solver, generous (good!Tony)

The only way for them to merge back is they have to agree on something.

But they don't agree on anything, except for how they feel about Peter which still causes fights between them.

This leads to both Tonys pursuing Peter.

Peter just wants actual Tony back.

And because the two Tonys don't agree on anything, Peter's losing hope of getting the actual Tony back.

Peter is unable to choose between them because as much as he wishes Tony didn't go through all the pain and suffering, those experiences made Tony who he is.

Peter knows that Tony needs both the good and bad sides of himself so in the end, Peter tells both Tonys his decision.

He loves them both and cannot choose one over the other.

Cue threesome, and in the morning, Tony is back to his regular self, both good and bad. Peter’s flawed but perfectly whole Tony Stark.

Extra scene:

Because bad!Tony has playboy quality, he keeps trying to get into Peter's pants and good!Tony constantly cock blocking (cause he knows all his moves and tricks). Seriously, I just wanna see good!Tony smacking bad!Tony's wandering hands 😂

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Tonight's mood inspired by a little Bon Jovi

I don't think I matched a prompt, but its #TSOStarker week regardless!