#starkershield

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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.