Do you like starkershield? Or whatever the ship name for Tony x Peter x Steve is 😭😭
Tbh I’ve never been able to get into a three-person ship. Maybe because I’ve never tried reading or writing one so I just have no idea how the dynamics would work?
But literally my top three MCU ships are Starker, Stony and Spidershield so I’d say I definitely ship it because I literally ship them all together in different variations 😂
Okay, so I have had some Starkershield thoughts, it is my first time really doing anything with the three of them but here goes...
[Also, this is probably a part one, or something like that, I need to be able to fix this.]
TW: manipulation -Not between the ship though.
Peter had his Daddies, Tony and Steve, he was their Babyboy, they were very much in love, all happy and all had a clear understanding of what this relationship was.
They had all been living together at the Tower until Peter got into MIT and obviously had to go out of state to study, but the promise was there to come back and visit whenever he could, with the help of Tony's jet and the equipment already being at the Tower could help Peter's studies during the holidays.
It had been hard to be without his Daddies, he missed them so much and they missed him too. Hell, Steve practically took classes with Tony so that he would be able to Snapchat Peter and interact with him when he was away. It was hard but it worked between them because they all wanted it.
It was after a particularly bad semester for Peter that he was really starting to struggle without having his partners there to help him through the down days, but luckily, he found a new friend, someone who was there, who would tell him everything he wanted to hear, so complimentary and supportive.
It felt nice to have someone there, not that Peter had even considered it to be more than a friendship, he was in a relationship already, he just needed a friend.
Beck, the nice new friend, didn't seem to like that too much though. He had spent the last month helping Peter through a barrage of shitty classes and texts and 'bad' results, even though most people would have been over the moon at them. He hadn't even seen Steve or Tony. That didn't stop Peter constantly talking about them though, gushing about his Partners, how they had send him some fuzzy socks since it was getting colder.
Beck wasn't sure why someone like Tony Stark, a billionaire would be sending the apparent love of his life some socks. Why Peter was so happy with that them Beck was right here, had been right here, was such a nice guy.
It has started off with small comments about how it was weird the two men hadn't visited, to which Peter assured Beck that they had offered but everyone was just so busy and times didn't add but, but it was okay, term ended soon.
"But... Surely if they wanted to see you they would make time, Peter?"
"So, they are there and you are here? So they are like a normal couple right now then? The two of them?"
"Do you think they still go on dates and stuff? Without you? That would be a bit mean, wouldn't it?"
"I read somewhere that they were together first, must be kind of nice to be able to go back to that for them."
"So, you know how your relationship with them is just a kink- Well, they get off on being your Daddies, it is a kink thing. You get them off, that's... They're married aren't they? Yeah, so you spice up their relationship. I have heard people do that once their sex life gets stale."
So many of the points that Beck was mentioning hadn't even crossed Peter's mind before. From what he remembered when they first got together they had sat down and gone through a lot of different concerns that Peter might have, about his place in the relationship.
Peter had never felt insecure about it.
Until now.
Peter was so tired, so stressed out, his Daddies were so busy with work, he had never felt so confused about their relationship because he didn't have the mental capacity to deal with it right now on top of the stress from school.
But Beck was there to help him think it all through.
"You deserve so much better, Peter. Look at you, you are stunning, you are so smart. You don't deserve to not have the limelight in a relationship."
"Hell if you were mine I wouldn't need anyone else, you know? You would be all I would need."
Slowly the Tony and Steve start noticing small things changing with their Pete but they think it is just him discovering himself more at MIT, and while that sucks because they feel like he might be outgrowing them, they are supportive as ever.
Then Peter stops calling them Daddy, or Papa, or any pet names actually, just their first names, even when they try and encourage something, anything during a Facetime. They didn't last as long anymore either, like Peter always had somewhere else to be.
Peter always looked tired, like he was pushing himself too hard but Tony had assured Steve that MIT was hard but Peter could handle it, that he would be home for a break soon as that meant a rest.
Peter called Tony 'Mr Stark' again a couple of times. It was like someone had dunked Tony's heart in cold water. They were so past that, they had been for years.
Term break is approaching but Peter comes up with an excuse to not come home, he says he needs to study, that he needs to stay here to focus. The Daddies are confused, they try and assure him that he would be able to study just fine from home, that they would set up an office, that he could use the lab whenever he needed it to aid him, or just for fun, but Peter should have known that already.
Peter still refused. Steve spent the night shouting at Tony about how he had promised to have Peter home for the break, about how the break would mean rest. Tony was hurt by Peter preferring to stay there so he lashed out too. Neither at the boy, they wanted him back too badly to pick a fight.
But then Peter is the one to start picking fights, he is throwing everything into question, he ignores their calls, doesn't reply to messages. His head is just so full and he is scared if he tries to fix whatever this is then it might just explode, so he ignores it.
Steve and Tony are obviously starting to really hurt, which means that they are pushing in just as hard as Peter is pulling away, they want Peter back and the boy won't even tell them what is going on, there has to be something? But then it all comes to a head one night after some particularly strong poison from Beck, after some bad feedback on Peters project, after nearly 20 missed calls from Steve and Tony each.
Peter just can't take it. Something has to give and it couldn't be MIT, he wouldn't let that happen. He was doing this for May even if it killed him.
The fight they had was nasty and cruel, there was yelling on both sides, no one seemed to really know why this was happening, even Peter hadn't noticed the smiling Beck in the corner as Peter cried on the phone, pulling his hair out as neither men was listening.
"I don't love you!" Peter yelled and for a second there, the world was silent. It wasn't true, he knew that deep down, but the relief he felt at the world pausing for a second, no one talking at him, no one expecting anything, just silence.
Beck took the phone and hung up.
Tony and Steve might have been married before Peter was involved but that didn't mean anything tonight. Neither thought they'd done anything wrong but both men were brilliant at blaming themselves while also being extremely defensive. They didn't know how to pull their verbal punches, Peter had always stepped in and calmed down the situation. They were both broken and finding comfort in each other felt like they had given up on Peter. There was serious talk of a divorce that night, throwing their whole relationship into question, the blame they felt, the anger and hurt. They could kid themselves into hating each other that night.
Peter crashes, practically passes out, in Beck's arms, the man telling him that he did the right thing, wiping his tears. Hell, he was half way to convincing Peter that his Daddies had been the one manipulating him.
The following day Peter agrees that tying up any loose ends would probably be the best step forward. He pulls out the credit card that Tony had given him, cutting it in half and sending the two halves back home to the Tower.
Tony brought him the flat but it was technically in Tony's name still, and while he knew the man wouldn't mind him continuing to stay there, it felt a little wrong, like he would be taking advantage of Tony's generosity.
Peter moves out of the flat and in with Beck for the time being.
Beck is trying to encourage Peter to sell the flat, or rent it out, or do something because Beck needs rent from Peter, you know? He isn't just gonna let Peter live with him for free.
It is when Beck is helping Peter pack up the flat that he comes across some of Peter's belongings that he had tucked away so people, mainly Beck, wouldn't see. He found his craft kits, the paints, the pictures Peter had drawn on Facetime for his Daddies in a time that felt years ago. He also found Peter's stuffies, laughs at them because they're for kids.
Beck doesn't understand, he thinks that Steve and Tony forced him to do it, tells Peter that he should get rid of them too, that this proves that he was just a kink for the men, that they didn't care about him.
Not like Beck did.
Peter is so confused, he doesn't understand what is happening, and he can't explain that he wants to keep those things, especially his stuffies because they make him feel safe, because he knows Beck will laugh and he needs Beck, he doesn't have anyone else.
Peter can only listen to Beck as they pack, the man seems to be so sure of what he is saying, maybe Peter was just that stupid that he managed to misread everything he thought his relationship was with Tony and Steve.
It takes about a week for the two men, Tony and Steve, so talk to each other properly again. They get the card back, Tony leaves it on the kitchen island counter for Steve to see. What makes them communicate again was getting a call that Peter is no longer turning up for classes.
This doesn't make sense to either of them, Peter was passionate about his schooling, he enjoyed it, he was happy there, or so they thought.
It was only then that they started to consider that something else was going on with Peter, that maybe they had missed some pretty vital signs. They had been so hurt and confused that they hadn't even considered it before.
They both feared and hoped for an outside cause because they couldn't accept that this was it for them.
They got confirmation when Peter accidently pocket dialled them, all that could be heard was Peter crying, sobbing, his voice was the tell, it was his little voice, and some guy could just be heard telling him to stop being so needy, that he was in the middle of a game, he didn't have time for this. The call cut off when the man was still talking.
Safe to say, both men were fuming. Peter had sounded so small and lost, almost empty and confused, and it broke their hearts to hear. They had been so fucking self absorbed that they hadn't even noticed what was happening to their boy.
And who the fuck was that scum talking to him like that?
Absolutely the opposite of trash, @trashystarker said starkershield with an open mind to the themes and this fool right here, I really am a fool, downloaded 428 pics from Pinterest because of the aesthetic. I do not regret it.
So this is sort of a Greek God Au with Steve as Poseidon, Tony as Hades and Peter as Zeus or Apollo. I swear it wasn't on purpose, I just started searching through the pics and I went, oh, oh, Oh.
Or huh, the old guard au might fit of we see it with a happier perspective.
Anyway, @trashystarker gave me new wip. Oh such sweet suffering, what would I do without you?
So I may have been having Feelings™ about a movie night with Peter, Steve and Tony.
Peter sitting on the couch in Tony's penthouse in between the two of them, all cozy. Distracted by whatever movie they're watching, maybe some sci-fi flick that Tony keeps complaining about because Where's the science? This doesn't make any sense.
And amidst all that distraction, Peter doesn't really mind when Steve's hand cups his thigh and his fingers start rubbing circles into it; just as little as he minds Tony's arm around his shoulders, pulling him into his chest.
It's comfortable and Peter can ignore the pleasant sensation when he focuses on the movie. Being around Tony or Steve constantly means being half-hard most of the time anyways, so he can handle this.
Or so he thinks.
But then there's a jumpscare and as brave as Peter is as Spider-Man, this one freaks him out and he jumps in his seat, causing Steve's hand to slip further up his thigh. It's a little too close to his cock for comfort now (—not close enough, some wicked part of Peter thinks) and whenever Steve's fingers press into the supple flesh of his thigh, the pressure reaches Peter's cock and send a surge of pleasure through his body.
Meanwhile, Tony has started playing with Peter's hair, running his hand through it, sometimes tugging a little—it's mostly gentle and Peter curses himself for wishing he'd tug harder.
There's another jumpscare and as Peter jolts again, Steve's hand actually brushes his by now hard cock. He lets out a moan and tries to disguise it as a scared yelp, then bites his lip and pretends to be focused on the movie. "Didn't peg you for someone who's scared easily," Steve mutters, his voice low and close to Peter's ear (it sends shivers down Peter's spine and he's really running out of excuses why he keeps moving around now).
"I'm not, but—" As he tries to answer, Tony gives a particularly hard tug to his hair and Peter breaks into a whine. He flushes crimson red — how is he going to talk himself out of this one? He babbles something like, "Don't tug that hard, that hurt." But there's a chuckle in his ear and fuck, since when was Tony so close to him?
"It's okay, sweetheart. There's no need to hold back..." Steve murmurs and now his hand is squeezing Peter's dick and he's seizing up and then melting into the two older men, delirious with pleasure.
If you think the night ends with anything other than Peter crying, begging and moaning with Steve's cock in his mouth while Tony pounds into him from behind, you'd be very wrong.
Summary: SIM!Tony x Hydra!Cap x Peter. TW noncon, implied kidnapping, drugging, brainwashing. This is a sonfic inspired by The Lion and The Wolf by thrice.
The lion's outside of your door. The wolf's in your bed. The lion's claws are sharpened for war. The wolf's teeth are red, and what a monstrous sight he makes mocking man's best friend. When both the wolf and lion crave the same thing in the end.
Keeping Peter drugged is key. The drugs in the boy's system keeping him calm and confused. He has no idea the Tony Stark he fell in love with is dead. That the man sitting in front of him is from a completely different universe. They sit in Peter's cell(made up look like a luxurious hotel suite with everything the boy could want). They laugh and talk and eat together like they really are lovers. Sometimes it does even feel real to Tony...he doesn't let these delusions cloud his judgment. Peter is a tool, a puppet, a key and nothing more.
Steve sits outside the room keeping watch, hydra issued machine gun sitting across his lap. No one can disturb their precious little prize, so Steve sits to watch. He can't enter the room...not unless Peter is fully dozed up. When the boy is lucid he panics upon seeing Steve dressed in black leather, with the hydra logo embossed on his hat in blood red. The Steve Rogers in the boy's homeworld was a sickenly sweet goody two shoes...Steve refuses to play the part. He's not a good actor like Tony is...not in the slightest.
The lion's outside of your door. The wolf's in your bed.
"Your eyes..they look so different" Peter mumbles confused and in distress.
Shit…
Tony pulls a pillbox from the inner pocket of his suit. "You're getting all confused again sweetheart. Take your medicine everything will be fine" The man orders his voice icy cold just like his blue eyes but still somehow so charming as he holds out a pill.
The boy's handshakes as he cautiously takes the pill. Swallowing it down with a sip of water. So so trusting and naive. The universe doesn't matter Tony's charm will always win Peter over. Within moments the boy's eyes are cloudy and unfocused his pupils filling most of his eyes. "How do my eyes look now?"
"They look fine there's nothing wrong with you".
Tony grins, "That's exactly right. Undress and go to bed. It's very late you need your rest," He orders bluntly. Peter stands and undresses in front of Tony with no shame or hesitation. The man watches his Peter undress with his cock straining against his slacks and mouthwatering. He's going to have so much fun.
Tony smirks standing and making his way to the bed. He leans over Peter kissing the boy's lips. No reaction, utterly perfect. He runs his hands down the boy's smooth cream skin. Taking in every beautiful inch.
The wolf, he howls, the lion does roar. The wolf lets him in. The lion runs in through the door.
Tony loudly bangs on the wall and waits. Only a second later the same pattern repeats from the other side. Steve's in guard duty that's good. He leaves his boy's long enough to walk to the door unlocking it and letting Steve in.
"Hail Hydra," The blond greets with a proud grin.
"Hail Hydra" Tony replies grinning just as wide.
The real fun begins.
As they both rush upon you and rip open your flesh. The lion eats his fill and then the wolf cleans up the mess.
Steve gets the boy's ass he doesn't get to have his way with Peter as often. He trails his hand over the boy. His leather-gloved fingers working their way inside the boy without lube. Peter should be in pain. He should be begging the man to stop. But the boy is too drugged up to even know what's happening to him…
"Use some lube for once in your fucking life it won't kill you" Tony snaps from his armchair. He gets off on watching and he enjoys hurting watching the boy in pain but that doesn't mean he enjoys explaining away tearing to Peter...
Steve rolls his eyes but pulls lube from his pocket. Rubbing the substance over his gloved fingers. He works Peter wide open. The officer unzips the fly of his leather pants. He gives his already hard cock a few long strokes before lining up. The man grabs the boy's hips hard enough to leave bruises, roughly thrusting forward. Peter is silent the only noises in the room are Steve and the wet sounds of flesh on flesh that come with sex.
Tony stands from his chair unzipping his slacks. He manhandles Peter's head making sure the boy's delicious mouth hangs open. With his hands firmly in Peter's hair, he fucks the boy's beautiful wet mouth. It's so warm and welcoming. He doesn't hold back.
When both men have come Steve fixes his pants, mumbles another Hail Hydra and leaves. Tony takes his time cleaning all the cum and lube off Peter. Frowning at the red marks on the boy's hips. He'll have to make up a reason. Steve returns to post gun in his lap as if nothing has happened. Nothing at all. Tony changes into silk pajamas and slips into bed next to Peter. Like they are a completely normal loving couple.
The lion's outside of your door. The wolf's in your bed.
Peter getting pouty because everyone is constantly complimenting and appreciating Americas ass like it does any of the work. But never the ass his that gets abused and takes a literal pounding every night
Does that question even make sense? God. I should just write it into a full fic but I know I never will. But there is way too many points to put into just one post.